#it's just... more personal this year so i don't want it to be rebloggable

[ingo-ingoing-ingone]

Another year come and gone!

It's been two years since I began my submas hyperfixation! I am still so, so glad I did, and I owe pretty much everything to this fandom!

I have to say, though, from March of 2023 to now has been... a rough year for me, overall. It's been REALLY hard for various reasons, and I thank both my friends and followers for your help and support. I apologize things have been so slow in coming out! I just need more time than I used to, is all. Most of the bad stuff was not related to any fandom at all, thankfully! Some of it was, but that's the risk of being in a fandom.

I am hoping that the March 2024-2025 period is kinder to me.

I did do a lot of cool submas stuff, though. My longfic surpassed 100k words. A zine I was in was released! My first one! And I got into another zine as well! I flew across the USA to meet up with friends and go to a con! I met Emmet's english anime VA! I got to meet other incredible people in cosplay! I got to do so much, and I am so, so grateful for that.

So cheers to another year of submas :)

Tomorrow, the 29th of March, marks 2 years also since I posted my very first submas fic, Closing Doors. While this year I have no new oneshot to post, I will be posting the next chapter of ABYS! I have a lot of things in the works, but burnout and mental health has gotten in the way. I hope y'all understand <3

I'll be posting it from a con too lol, where I will be cosplaying as Emmet! The 2 year anniversary of the first time I cosplayed Emmet! (Not to the day, the con switches what months it's held in every year)

Happy two years, everyone, and here's to many more <3

Here's last year's post :)

[5ummit]

So there's this post with a troubling number of notes going around insisting that "dead dove" is not a genre, it doesn't inherently have anything to do with darkfic, and that the tag could be applied to fics that are "100% fluffy where everyone's having a good time" if they happen to contain some abnormal (though entirely non-problematic) content like an unusual kink. The claim is that "dead dove: do not eat" is simply a "courtesy tag" that means "this is a very specific niche, mind the tags." And that's just... wrong.

I wrote up a whole rebuttal to this post since I can't stand misinformation and frankly OP was being kinda rude and judgey on top of their wrongness. But right after I posted my reply, OP turned off reblogs because, and I quote, “some fuckwad added some dumb shit onto this post and it is no longer educational” (the “fuckwad” being me and the “dumb shit” being proof that they were wrong). A couple people have asked me to make a rebloggable version of my response, which I've decided to do because this isn't the first time I've heard similar claims and I want to help set the record straight. However, I'm not linking the original post on the off chance this gains traction because OP did the right thing by turning off reblogs, preventing it from circulating further, and I don't want them to get hate for being unfortunately misinformed.

For those who don't know the history, "dead dove: do not eat" was originally proposed as a catchall "hydra trash party" alternative label for any fandom to warn that the content of a fic may be considered problematic or potentially upsetting and to read the tags carefully so you know what you're getting into and won't complain later. Specifically, DD:DNE was intended to convey that the Bad Things in the fic would likely be reveled in and not explicitly condemned by the narrative, which some people tend to get up in arms about, hence the need for the extra warning in addition to the tags. Don't believe me? Here's the original proposal (note DD:DNE can be found on a handful of fics dated before 2015 but this is when it really took off and became a Thing).

There are currently around 50,000 fics tagged as "dead dove: do not eat" on AO3 and close to 50% of those also include the rape/noncon warning (which of course is not the only type of "dead dove" but is one of the most popular and most consistently tagged). The normal percentage of noncon fics in any given fandom? Around 1-3%. That's a HUGE disparity. So don't tell me that dead dove is just a general "courtesy tag" and doesn't or shouldn't have dark connotations. Even the context of the original joke on Arrested Development has a dark undertone. Micheal Bluth casually finds an animal carcass in a bag in his refrigerator with the label "do not eat", as if eating it would be any sane person's first thought. The whole situation is kinda fucked up. And this fucked up vibe very much carries over into fandom usage too, as was intended.

The claim that dead dove has nothing to do with the content's genre and could just as easily be used to describe a 100% fluffy fic in which everyone's having a good time is straight up Wrong, or at the very least, severely warping the original meaning. Also, when someone these days says that they like/dislike "dead dove" most people in fandom automatically understand what that means because of the consistency of its usage over the years and the way language evolves. Whether you like it or not, "dead dove" IS a genre now and the term does carry a specific connotation. I do agree that DD:DNE should definitely still be used in conjunction with other tags, when applicable, to be explicit about the exact type of fucked up content you may find, but to say that the term is meaningless on its own is patently false and I'm tired of people who don't know what they're talking about pushing this narrative and causing even more confusion.

You want a generic term that also means "mind the tags" and doesn't have any inherently dark connotations? Just use good ol' "what it says on the tin" instead of trying to force dead dove to be something it's not.

[lostbookmark]

MDNI 18+

WHISPERED SECRETS Masterlist

Summary: After four years, your sister's ex-boyfriend comes back into your life. Can you keep your entanglement a secret? Will the guilt eat you alive? 

Pairing:  Sisters Ex Yoongi x Insecure F. Reader. 

Genre: SMUT, angst, hurt - comfort, romance. 

Warning: Explicit sex, fingering, Possessive Yoongi, swearing, reader is insecure, jealousy, punishment, unprotected sex, drinking, dirty talk, praising, degradation, spanking, spanking as punishment, teasing, hair pulling, arguments. Over use of the name baby. Squirting. 

A/N: I just wanted to say  thank you to everyone. I was so SCARED to post on here, not really knowing what I was doing. When I hit the post button, I wanted to delete it right away. I didn't expect anyone to read it, and when the first person liked it, I was so ecstatic. I want to thank all the readers, rebloggers, and the ones who messaged me. 

SMUT! SMUT! SMUT! SMUT!  

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“Yoongs, can you zip my dress,” you yell from the bathroom. You wait, wait, and wait. You can't hear him anywhere in the apartment. “Yoongs?”

“I'm here, sorry,” he says, turning the corner and entering the bathroom and finally helping you do up the zipper. “Look at you. That dress is quite….clingy.” 

“You don't like it,” you smirk and look over your shoulder at him. 

“Oh, I do,” he said, kissing your shoulder. “Why don't we just stay home tonight. I'll show you just how much I like it.” 

“Mr. Min,” you gasp. “You can't miss this event. What will Joon think if his partner isn't there?” 

Yoongi did it. He finally gave into Namjoon and has officially become a partner in Persona. His role at the company didn't really change that much. He still wrote, produced, and had his quiet little sanctuary. He just had to wear a suit every now and then for meetings. You couldn't believe it when he said that he was going to buy in and be a co-owner. You asked why he had changed his mind. His answers were always vague. You wondered if he had something up his sleeve. 

You, you loved your summer art program and learned so much. It was a lot of work, but it helped you grow as an artist.   You were nervous about the art exhibition at the end of your program. Yoongi showed up happily supporting you. Your friends showed up, and your dad showed up with his new girlfriend. She was nice, and you enjoyed getting to know her, and much to your surprise, your mom showed up. You found out your dad had given her an invite. Yoongi didn’t want to leave your side when she showed up and made sure to cling right to you. You told him softly that you needed to be able to talk to her alone.  He left reluctantly with Lisa and Jimin, giving you the space that you needed.  

You noticed your mom looked brighter and was actually civil to everyone. She had complimented your pieces and asked how your program went. She then apologized to you and said that she was proud of you. She went on to say how she started therapy and needs to learn how to love herself again so she can love you properly like she always should have. She told you how she always had a dream to travel and take pictures when she was young but never had a chance since she married young and then soon after had you and your sister. She's now taking your lead and is going to go for it. You hear your sister is upset about this, now your mom won't be at her beck and call anymore. You unblocked her that night. 

Yoongi had asked you if you would now finally apply to go to school full time. You surprised him by saying no. He wanted to argue, but you wouldn't let him. You loved your experience, but you loved him more. WIth his new role and your whole workload, you didn't have much time with him. You loved your job, and you loved your office with the parking lot view that you now shared with Seungkwan. You were happy to just do your drawings for you. You think you might open an Etsy shop or some form of online store and try to sell them one day…but not now.  You were happy, and he finally conceded.   

“Fine,”Yoongi sighs and kisses you. “Go get a necklace, and I’ll help you put it on.” 

You roll your eyes at him and enter your bedroom. You stop dead in your tracks and look at the bed. There was a plate with rolls on it sitting on the end of the bed. You stare at it in confusion.

“What's this?” You ask him.

“Early birthday present,” he calls out from the bathroom. 

You take the top roll off the pile and plan on shoving as much of it in your mouth that you can. However, you don't….you can't.  Upon taking it, you revealed a black velvet box. One much like your ring currently on your finger came in. You can't move. You feel frozen looking at it.  Arms come and wrap around your middle. Yoongi plucks the box from the plate and turns you in his arms, lovingly staring at you. He smirks and strokes the smooth skin of your cheek. Slowly, he drops down onto one knee. It's real, you realize. This is really happening.  He pops open the box, and you almost faint as you see what's inside. A huge square cut diamond ring placed beautifully on its cushion. It's huge…huge, you think it's bigger than the one your sister had worn all those months ago. Is this why he finally decided to partner with Namjoon? 

 “It's been almost a year since I found you again. I never believed in fate but that night when I saw you again. That night changed everything, ” he said softly. You could tell he was nervous by the way his hand shook just a bit. “I don't ever want to lose you again. Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” you say quietly. He slips the ring on your finger, and it's a perfect fit. Throwing your arms around him, the two of you fall to the floor. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” 

“I love you too,” he murmurs against your lips. Pulling back, he gives you a questioning stare. “You really didn't know about this?” You shake your head no. “Hmm, Lisa and Jisoo came with me to pick it out. I guess I owe her one for keeping a secret.” You laugh and kiss him again. 

Jisoo, Lisa, and Seungkwan all coo over how gorgeous your ring looks on your finger. The diamond sparkles and shines under the lights of the hotel lobby where the four of you gather. 

“I can't believe you guys kept this a secret!” You exclaim, looking at them. 

“I didn't know,” Seungkwan tells you.

“That's because you have a bigger mouth than me,” Lisa snarks. “I'm going to find Jimin.” Blowing you a kiss, she struts off and leaves Seungkwan pouting. 

“I’m going to go find Yoongi. I'm sure he's loving all the conversations forced on him right now,” you tell your other two friends, hugging them goodbye. 

Yoongi hates these events. Industry insiders all kiss each other's ass to get something they want. It might be a charity event, but social climbing will come first. It's the worst. Fake smiles, fake laughs. You've had to fake awe and excitement over some big names before, and Yoongi loves you for it. Supposedly…..you're charming. You spot him engaged in a conversation with two unknown men. They were good-looking, of course, and you silently cursed your boyfriend…fiancée for being in this damn industry. When you reach them, you slide your hand up his chest, smiling at his guests. 

“Sweetheart,” he says and widens his eyes a bit. You get it….game on. “This is Choi Seungcheol and Yoon Jeonghan. They own Darling Media, and they're looking to partner together for future projects.” 

“Oh wow,” you gasp and giggle. “It's so nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all ours,” Jeonghan says, taking your hand and kissing the back of it. You giggle again, and it seems to do the trick. 

“Yes,” Seungcheol says, clearing his throat. His eyes definitely did a once over, and Yoongi definitely glared a bit. “We found a new, talented artist who we think would be an asset to Persona.” 

“Who,” Yooongi asks the handsome man. 

“His name is Kai. I believe that he is friends with Jimin. I’m surprised you haven't scooped him up already.” Seungcheol explains.  You try not to laugh, and you feel Yoongi stiffen.  Out of everyone trying to make it in music, they found Kai. This is the funniest thing you think you may have ever heard.

“The famous model and commercial actor?” You asked with an excited smile on your face. 

“Yes, that's the one,” Jeonghan answers. “ We have some great ideas for him, but we would like him attached to the record company first. Then, we can talk…maybe about long-term contracts?” 

“Oh, Yoongi, they have such a good eye for talent. Kai is so handsome and talented,” you gush.  You feel Yoongi pinch your butt kind of hard. Ow!

“Yes, my love, they indeed do. Why don't you give me a call on Monday?” He ends the conversation by handing them a business card. As they walk away, you wave coyly at them. “You think that's funny?” Yoongi hisses in your ear. 

“It's hilarious,” you laugh, and Yoongi takes your hand. He gently pushes you to move forward, and the two of you walk toward the exit of the room. He pulls you down the hallway and into a shallow alcove just tucked on the other side of a statue.  Your back hits the wall, and he leans over you. Trapping you in the small space as he places his hands on either side of your head. 

“I'm not writing for him. Your boyfriend will have to find another company,” he snarls at you.  

“Yes you will,” you say, sliding your hands around the back of his neck. “You will write him a hit song and make him very famous.”

“I’ll write him the worst song I can think of,” he says, bending down and capturing your lips with his. “I'll tank his career.”

His hands are everywhere, and his mouth attaches to your neck. Your head leans back against the upholstered wall. You can feel your hair go staticky Yoongi though, he has no care in the world that you are in public and some important people could catch the two of you. His hands start to creep under your dress, hitching your leg over his hip when someone clears their throat. Whipping around Yoongi hides you behind him. You pull your dress down and pat your hair, trying to smooth the static. You look over his shoulder, and your eyes widen. It's Mingyu…with your sister. 

“Sorry,” Mingyu says, blushing. “Umm, I…we were hoping that you would be here Y/N. Your friend Lisa said she saw you come this way.” At least he has the decency to look embarrassed. 

“Yeah,...I…i'm…here,” your voice is small, and you think you sound stupid. 

“Min Yoongi,” Yoongi says, holding out his hand professionally. Mingyu smiles politely and shakes it.  You see Yoongi clench his jaw  a little as his eyes fly between Mingyu and your sister. 

“Kim Mingyu, it's nice to meet you again,” he says as he introduces himself. Mingyu looks at your sister, and so do you. She looks around at the room, staring at the different paintings on the walls. Basically, she's just trying to keep her eyes off of you and Yoongi. Your eyes sneak a peek at her finger. She still has her engagement ring on. 

“What can we do for you?” Yoongi asks stiffly, pulling you into his side. Unconsciously, you let your left hand rest on his chest, and you realize just how tense he was. You see Mingyu nudge your sister, and she sighs.

“The wedding invite we sent you came back,” she said, barely giving you a glance.

“Oh,” you say softly. “Oh, umm, I don't live at my apartment anymore.”

“That's good,” Mingyu says. “It was an honest mistake. We pushed it back to next fall after we had a little…chat.��� He gives her another nudge, and she opens her clutch and blindly hands you a wedding invitation. 

“We would love it if you could attend,” her voice was robotic, like she practiced that over and over again. 

You look at the pretty invite in your hands and then look at Yoongi. He gives you a slight shrug. You know that he will go along with whatever you want to do. Mingyu smiles gently at you. You think that he has good intentions, and honestly, you don't want to ruin this relationship for her.  Looking back at her, she's staring hard. Her stare is burning a hole right through the ring on your finger.  Mingyu seems to notice as well.

“Oh, what a lovely surprise. When's the special day?” He asks.

“Umm, it just happened today. We really haven't had time to talk about it yet,” you explain. “Thank you for the invitation. It really does mean a lot but…I don't think it's a good idea if I come.” You look at your sister and say her name softly. she looks at you warily. “I'm sorry I couldn't be the sister you wanted but you're my sister and I still love you. Mingyu seems great, and I'm happy for you. I wish you all the best.” 

“Thanks,” she whispers. Her eyes look shiny, but she quickly blinks them away, and you wonder if you imagined it. 

“Well, it was nice to meet you again,” Yoongi tells Mingyu, shaking his hand again. “We have rounds to make and then home to celebrate.” Yoongi brings your hand to his mouth and kisses it. 

“Goodbye,” you tell them and once again walk away with Yoongi's hand wrapped around your own. 

The door to the apartment crashes open as you two stumble in lips attached. You almost fall, tripping over your feet. Yoongi is quick to catch you. He pulls his mouth from your own and drops kisses onto your neck. 

“Are you sure you want to do this right now?” He asks, worried you might be upset about seeing your sister. 

“Please, Yoongi. I want you…more than anything,” you whisper into the dark room. 

Reminiscent of that fateful night almost a year ago, Yoongi picks you up, and you wrap yourself around him. Holding on for dear life, as he quickly gets you to the bedroom…your bedroom…the one you share. 

Dropping you on the bed, he dives for your neck  again as you lie completely back on the bed. You welcome all his kisses and touches that he gives you happily. Wet, open mouth kisses start at your ear and slowly make their way to your chest. Yoongi nips at the exposed skin of your cleavage.  His hands take the fabric covering your breasts and tug it down just below your breasts, exposing you to the cool air of the room. You run your fingers through his dark, soft hair and gently pull, earning a groan from his lips.  You look at him, and he smirks up at you with a heated gaze.  Yoongi sticks his tongue out, and as you watch, he starts to rapidly flick your nipple. You close your eyes and arch your back a little up to him. You are hoping that he will give you more than that. 

“Look at me,” he demands softly.

You open your eyes and watch as he takes your peaked nipple between his teeth, giving it a slight tug. You feel that familiar jolt shoot down your body. You try your best to rub your lower half against him to find some sort of friction for relief, but he won't let you  have it. He chuckles and moves away just enough that you can't find what you need.

You huff and push him backward. He has to catch himself from falling off the bed, earning a giggle from you. You guide him down to your previous position and straddle his hips. Your hands fly to the buttons on his shirt, undoing them as quickly as you could. Upon finally getting it off, you brace yourself on his chest and press your mouth to his. His hand goes into your hair, holding  you to him. Your tongues dance together, breathing each other in. Souls connecting.

Your hips start to move on your own, barely touching the hardness still caged in his pants.  Unfortunately,  the dress stops you from opening your legs as far as you need to feel him fully, and you let out a frustrated groan. Yoongi's hands fly to your dress and lift it up over your hips, bunching it at your waist.  He grabs your waist and presses you down so you can rub against him the way you need. 

“You need me that much, huh?” he asked, letting out a breathless chuckle. You nod your head and press kisses to his neck. “I always need you too, baby.”

You sit up on him, trailing your fingers over his exposed chest. Yoongi hands gently rub your legs as he gazes up at you as you smile down at him.  You stretch your arm behind you as far as you can to pull the zipper of your dress down. Yoongi reaches up and pulls the front of your dress down completely. Exposing you further to his gaze. Sitting up immediately, he sucks your nipple into his mouth, and his hand massages your other. Your head tilts back as you hold him to your chest. His hands wander around you and travel up and down your naked back before attempting to pull your dress the rest of the way off down your hips.  Due to your position, he is unsuccessful in his mission.

“Lie down for me, baby,” he tells you when he pulls away from you. 

You bite your bottom lip and do as he asks. You watch Yoongi undo his belt and fling it across the room. You hear it hit something and fall to the floor. His hands make quick work on the rest of his clothes before they tug your dress the rest of the way off. Kissing your calf, he drags his tongue across your leg and up your inner thigh. Lightly, he bites at the sensitive skin, licking the red marks that he leaves behind. Settling down between your open thighs, his fingers toy with the inner hem of your underwear. His dark eyes flicker up to you.

“Tell me what you need, Y/N. I'll give you anything you want,”  He slowly moves your underwear to the side, and your eyes never leave his. “The wedding of your dreams.” A slow lick up your dripping pussy. “A home to call our own,” A kiss to your clit. “I'll give you the world if you let me.” His tongue starts drawing lazy circles around you. Your breathing starts to grow heavy and your eyes threaten to close but you don't let them leave him. “What do you want, baby? What do you need?” 

“Just you,” you whimper. 

Yoongi smiles at you and pulls your panties off. Diving back in between your thighs, his mouth is relentless on you. Tongue flicking back and forth on your clit as his fingers seek entrance into you. Your back arches as he is successful and pumps two fingers in and out of you. Yoongi sucks your clit into his mouth, moaning around you. Your hands fly into his dark hair and hold him to you. You hold the back of his head desperately, trying your damnedest to get him as close as you could. Pulling off you, his fingers still work their magic working your wetness out of you. His mouth attaches to your nipple for a quick second before giving your other breast the same treatment.  Grabbing his face you pull him down to your mouth. Lips meeting in a chaotic clash of tongues. A kiss full of want and desire. A kiss of craving.  A kiss of pure unadulterated neediness. 

“I need you now, Yoongi,” you say quietly against his lips. 

He stares at you for a moment while biting his bottom lip. Fingers massaging your innermost spot. Bending down, he kisses your lips once, twice, three more times. Yoongi pulls his fingers out of you, and he reaches down and takes a hold of himself. Tapping the head of his cock against your clit makes your neediness worse. Your hips start squirming trying to get him into you and it only makes him laugh quietly at you.

“You need this, huh?” He asks, sounding just as breathless as you. You nod your head eagerly.  

Running the tip along your entrance, coating himself in your wetness, Yoongi starts to slowly roll his hips. Entering you slowly until he is fully inside of you. “I've always thought about you. I had always wondered what happened to you.” His hips start to move at a calm pace. “If you ever found someone who loved you,” you shook your head at him and pulled him down closer to you. He allows you to, and he brings his weight on his forearms. “You didn't ever love anybody else?”

“No, I've loved you since I was seventeen. I've always loved you, ” you tell him honestly. 

Yoongi presses a hard kiss against your lips. His hips pick up in pace, fucking you into the matress. You pull away with a gasp, pressing your head back into the pillows. Your hands grab his sides, fingernails slightly digging into his skin. He moans at the feeling and buries his face into your neck.  The sound of his hips slapping against our own echo throughout the room, his panting breath in your ear. It feels so overwhelming, loving someone like this, making love like this. Something you could only feel with him. 

Yoongi adjusts both of you. He moves to sit on his knees and brings your own  to your chest, holding them there.  You hear him gasp as he slides in deeper, hitting all the spots that make you see stars. This may not be your favorite position, but the noises he makes are worth it. You'll start stretching every day for those noises. You bring your own arms around the back of your knees, taking over for him. Pulling them back just a little further and closer together.

“Fucking, shit. Do you feel how deep I am?” he moans, leaning back slightly, his thrusts never stopping. The change in angle makes his cock hit your sweet spot over and over again. “Do you need more?” he asks, he sounds like he's struggling himself.

“Yes,” you cry out. Your cries become louder as his fingers rub your clit quickly. The tightening in your stomach winding so tight your body is wanting to get away from it. You feel that familiar heat that starts to take over, your skin getting flushed, heart pounding in your ears.  Your core starts to tighten around him. 

“There you go,” he hisses. “Let go, baby, let go for me.”

You do. You let go, You finally let go of all the self-consciousness, all the self-doubt. You let go of every insecurity that you have ever felt. There's a high-pitched ringing in your ears. Your body tenses up.  You've never felt this pleasure before so deep. So, deep inside of you that you think you might pass out. You feel like you're floating, and you're not coming back down. You think you can hear him reach his end as he swears, but it sounds so far away and muffled. You feel so…high.

“Breathe,” you can hear a voice. “Y/N, baby, breathe,” it's Yoongi. You snap back to reality,  spotty vision clears, and your eyes land on him. His dark hair is sweaty and sticking up in all different directions.  He looks just as dazed as you feel with his mouth agape. He's breathing hard. He can't look away from you. 

“You….came really hard…uh,” he tells you and looks down. You look down as well, and your eyes widen. He is definitely wet as is the bed, and…you don't think it's from him. While it doesn't look like it does in the few adult videos you've seen, you know exactly what happened. Your hand flies to your mouth in shock.

“I'm sorry, that's gross,” you say, turning red. “Eww…I…” Yoongi dives on you, crushing you with a kiss. 

“ I can't wait to make you my wife, damn,” he says, going in for more kisses. Pulling you up out of the bed as he flings you over his shoulder. Yoongi gives you a quick slap to your ass laughing. “You better believe that's going to happen more often. Let's shower.” 

“Yooonnnngiiiiiii,” you screech happily.  Yeah, you finally let go.  You're going to give him everything. 

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A/N: So, now that we have reached the end, I have an announcement.  Thanks to the wonderful Anon who asked about drabbles, I had come up with a few ideas about the future of the characters.  As of right now…….I'm about 4 loosely written chapters into a SEQUEL!!! However, I'm not super happy with the way it's going so….I think I will take my time and try to rewrite them. 

Secondly, I was writing another story before I started the sequel. I have 6 chapters done on that one. I'm thinking I might drop a teaser to the Whispered sequel next week if I can get on a clear path of how I want it to go. So, everyone….stay tuned.

Tagged Reader:

@marimarvelfan, @unicornbabylover,@minghaosimp, @seoullove96, @iheartsvt, @babyitscoldoutside

[getvalentined]

Okay so someone is going around on anon "warning" people about me, apparently, which explains a lot.

Reminder that I tag my posts excessively for filtering purposes, I censor character names when I am venting, and my less polite fandom vent posts are not rebloggable because I don't want my own personal frustrations spreading around and harshing other people's squee.

I feel like going around on anon referring to people as "mentally unwell" and insisting they've done horrible things without examples aside from having personal opinions is...much more toxic than the person being disparaged discussing those opinions in their own space.

Anyway. Apparently the wording of this message is partially copied from the blog of someone who blocked me a while back—because a friend of theirs had been harassing me for multiple years, it spread to both my friends and that person's own friends, and I went public with the actual situation so people could be fully informed. Popular people don't have to follow any rules or standards of behavior, unfortunately, so it didn't change anything, but at least it's out there, y'know?

If you got a message like this, I'm sorry for the trouble. I hope you know better, but I can't change anyone's opinions. Obviously.

Fact of the matter is, I am literally just standing here. I will continue to just stand here. Sorry if that's unacceptable to some people, but this Mean Girls bullying bullshit is not how you curate a healthy fandom experience for anyone.

[unspeakable-imagination]

Cigar smoke and Sleepless nights | part one

Logan Howlett/Wolverine x reader

Rebloggs and likes are appreciated

Cw: Cigars and smoke, drinking, reader has ptsd, Logan has ptsd, canon-typical violence

Part two. Three four

The humans made your life hell, especially since you were the only mute in the tiny town that hardly had 500 people. They ran you out, and in such a time of need, imapretly the old professor had heard your cries the loudest.

It had been five days since you'd arrived at Charles Xavier's school for the gifted. Granted, you weren't a child like many of the people here. A woman named storm had retrieved you, by Charles' request. After leaving your home at seventeen, you lived, bouncing around place to place till you landed in a little nowhere town in montana, just south if the Canadian border. You stayed for awhile, plenty of years, until word got around that you were a mutant.

Storm had managed your retreaval in a matter of hours with the x-jet. By the time she'd gotten you back to the mansion, it was coming dawn, and your bedtime. Foxes are nocturnal, after all.

Storm and Xavier were quick to set you up in a hardly furnished room, telling you to make if your ownm The smell of all of the mutants was thoroughly overwhelming and only made you want to sleep more. So you did.

You slept through just about every hour of daylight, and then, as the sun set, you had finally woken up. It was easy to hear that nobody was awake, and so, in an attempt not to bother them, you found the jacket that you'd tossed on the floor while you prepared to crash. Fishing through the pockets you found the object of your vice, a pack of thin cigarette and pretty silver zippo.

Opting not to wake the people in the building with creaky stairs, you flung open the window, leaning your head as far out as possible, since Xavier didn't like smoking indoors. It was easy to light the cigarette and only took you a few minutes to finish.

When you returned in from the position in the sill, you figured you'd had some exploring to do. It didn't take long to find your way down the stairs, to the communal kitchen, and it didn't take you long to find a pack of bacon in it, either.

It had only taken you another moment to get the stove top lit with a griddle ontop, waiting for the pan to heat. After an impatient few seconds you preferred to just slap almost half the slab and the hardly warm pan and fork it apart, watching parts of it smoke, the fat bubbling. The constant impatience of you flipping the bacon, almost every twenty seconds was making it cook slower, and your frustration rise quickly until you scrunched your face in pure frustration and just threw the fork onto the counter, stepping away in defeat to just let the damn bacon cook.

At this point you didn't care if it burned. Turning around to rummage the fridge, you bristled at the fact you couldn't even find a beer. "Of course not," you stated. "It's a fucking school." Closing the fridge, you jumped in surprise to see the only other person you've met, Hank.

"What's that meant to mean," he said, tilting his head. Hank constantly gave you that innocent and sassy vibe, so you weren't sure what to say. Deciding to be truthful, you shrugged.

"I mean, you guys don't have a beer or even a fuzzy navel, nothing good. I should have figured since there are so many children." He nodded, quickly catching to what you said.

"Alcohol isn't good for you, but if you really need something, I think Logan has something in his room, but he's not here. I can go in and grab it?" You didn't know who logan was, and honestly didn't need a drink that badly. "Plus, we have milk... and water? Oh there are tea packets in the cubbord and, " his eyes shifted to behind you, "and- I think your bacon is burning."

Flipping around you hastily stepped to the stove grabbing the fork you earlier then and flipping the now slightly charred bacon. Grimacing at the smell of the burn, you turned back to the blue beast. "Sorry, Hank. Where did you say that tea is?"

"That cubbored down there," he pointed up to one of cabinets at your knees, under the microwave. You nodded a d grabbed a cup from one of the racks filled with mugs hanging from the wall and filled it with tap water.

"Thanks, Hank. Shouldn't you be asleep?" He nodded before saying something under his breath and then replying.

"Yeah, I'm just on my way there, now. Deal well, [Name]." She said, nodding his head a little awkwardly, then walking away. She just nodded her head and waves him off.

Turning off the burner, you used your fork to scrape off the cooked slices, that had simmered down to a considerablely smaller amount, to your plate your gotten out earlier. You put the water in the microwave and set it on two minutes, just to get the water hot and began to shuffle around in the tea cubbored. After finding some random flower flavor that sounded appealing, you tore open the packet and threw away the wrappers setting the bag on the counter next to the microwave.

"Thanks for the food," you mumbled to whatever God could have been listening. Grabbing the bacon, slice by slice, you practically shiveled it into your mouth until the microwave sounded. You shifted away from the island you were eating on, taking your cup and putting the teabag in, tying the string around the handle so it wouldn't fall in.

You let it steep while you finished your bacon, and looked to the sink. It was empty so you figured, maybe waking what mess you made would be better. Flipping on the faucet, you put the griddle and your plate and fork in, just quickly washing them and setting them in the drying rack. It okay took a couple of seconds, but when the faucet went offc you realized you heard something.

It was a somewhat familiar rumble of a distant motorcycle engine. Plenty of men in montana drove motorcycles and they didn't sound to much doffrent aside from volume.

Grabbing your cup of tea, you listened. The rumble gradually got closer as you sipped, realizing that they were coming to the school. Within a few minutes, they were here. Sipping your tea, you watched a silhouette with the burning embers of a cigar open the door to the school, walk right in, and wander up the stairs. You weren't sure if the man noticed you. IF he did, it wasn't obvious. You tilted your head and listened to him wander down the hallway and slam a door.

Finishing your tea, you shrugged it off and continued your nightly activities.

[animeomegas]

okay so i plan on posting this to my own omegaverse sideblog (@my-omegaverse-academia) but i originally typed it in this ask box and it got a bit out of hand lmao

personally, i think omega bakugou is a boy dad and they love him so much. katsuki's never really cared about the gender of his kids, but the boys are so much like him that he's able to be the best father he can be.

omega kirishima however, is a girl dad. he's having a squad of like five daughters and he loves them all! he's totally fine with making them manly women, showing the virtues of being a girl and a feminist like he totally is.

omega deku has one of each i think. boy then girl. they're separated a bit, as to not impact his career too much, but he loves both of them, even though people spread rumors on how he had two quirkless children, which makes him go into protective omega instincts.

omega denki has a couple of kids and one of them comes out as nonbinary and he's so supportive! he's such a cool dad and he tries to give them the absolute best in regards of gender affirming care and whatnot. and he's shocking every transphobe.

omega iida gives off having several girls, but desperately wanting a little boy like himself and it doesn't happen until his three girls are like teenaged and he's about to hit menopause. he's all but given up hope and then he gets pregnant with a little boy and retires. he still loves his girls, but he doesn't know how to connect to them as well as his son.

omega tamaki gives off having one girl, then a boy. i can't see him having more than two pregnancies, as he values his career. also having so many kids puts attention onto him and he doesn't think he can be a good enough parent to so many children.

omega mirio and you are having a ton of children. he's pregnant like every three years and you have multiples more time than not. he's unintentionally the face of traditional alpha-omega family dynamics, but it's positive with his household because he can so easily juggle his career, kids, and relationship. it's never a struggle and people are so jealous on how he does it so well.

omega todoroki and you don't have children until you all have been mated for like a decade because he says he has never wanted children, even though he more fears the cycle of abuse present in his family. but he always knows that you wanted a kid and he goes through some heavy therapy with you and by himself, agreeing to have a child. you two end up having twin girls that look like him and he loves them to death, even though he's so unsure of himself and how he is as a parent. it does help that they are perfect little angels.

you and omega shigaraki are accidentally getting pregnant and have a son that you try to raise to the best of your ability, even though he's a major villain. though, with the league, it makes things easier.

omega dabi also gets accidentally pregnant, but he leaves villainy because of it and leaves japan all together. you two start a new life in suburbia, helping him get matching skin grafts and taking up new identities. after the birth of your daughter, you have several more children, as you build the family he's always wanted.

Hey! Thanks for sharing your thoughts with me! I agree with some and disagree with others, let me explain~ @rebloggiest-reblogger

Bakugou - I also get strong boy dad energy from him, I always write him with boy twins. I however headcanon him with one son that is just like him and one son that is the opposite of him. I enjoy the idea of him having to protect his opposite son from people like Bakugou used to be. Good angst and an excellent opportunity for a narrative conclusion and growth haha.

Kirishima - Absolutely girl dad vibes!!! Manliness is gender neutral as far as he's concerned!!! And all of his daughters are manly as hell!!!

Midoriya - He can pull off quite a lot of dynamics in my mind, one child, two children, all boys or all girls or one of each. He's a versatile dad for sure :D I think he'd take it very hard if his child(ren) was quirkless, not because of his own feelings of course, but because of the abuse he knows they'll be subjected to.

Denki - In my hc, he's childfree. He's the babysitter other heroes use when they desperately need one last minute, because they know he'll keep the pups alive. Other than that though... bedtimes? what are those? Sugar is fun! Let's go and play in sand! Sure! I'll buy you the toy that makes deafening beeping sounds whenever you touch it!

Iida - He gives off strong one and done vibes for me. But I agree that I see him with a daughter. I don't see him as the type to fixate on wanting a little boy like him, and definitely not enough to keep trying for so long. It makes me sad to think he would do that to his poor daughters. Iida to me screams of someone who isn't a natural parent, but who tries with every ounce of his being to figure it out. He focuses so much on the one child, he forgets that having more is an option?? He does feel sad about not providing his child the sibling bond that he had, but ultimately one is right for him imo.

Tamaki - He's also childfree in my hc. He finds children very overwhelming. He also finds the idea of pregnancy to be pretty awful. He would look so cute pregnant though, so I feel torn sometimes haha.

Mirio - You are so right about Mirio. He has a huge family! I wouldn't say he's the face of traditional alpha/omega dynamics because he's a hero, so he works a lot out of the home. Either his alpha would stay home, or they'd have to rely on childcare of some sort. I can totally imagine him dressing his massive family up in matching clothes for insta pics though skdfjhasdg

Todoroki - I hc him as childfree. I am also hesitant about your description of this situation. There's nothing inherently wrong with the narrative, but it's something that is often pushed onto childfree people/people who say they've never wanted kids. Some people say it's only a trauma response and if they really look into what they want, they'll find that they always wanted children. Obviously that could be true for some people, but I shy away from that portrayal because I think it affirms the idea that childfree people have something about them that is broken. It also pushes the whole, have children if your partner wants them, even if you don't. All children deserve to be as wanted as possible and I think that message can be poorly portrayed in a lot of media. That's not to say you can't hc it! Just that I'm not comfortable with it personally.

Shigaraki - The idea of him having to parent is so interesting. Honestly, I imagine he would keep an accidental pregnancy to trap his alpha. But then he'd realise this is a whole person that has to love him and he loves having a baby, even if it's inconvenient and he doesn't love being a dad all the time.

Dabi - Yes! Best ending for Dabi honestly! I think if he accidentally got pregnant when in a really committed relationship with an alpha that was down to keep the pregnancy, he would do this. If it was a one night stand or a shoddy relationship, he'd be getting an abortion straight away.

Thanks for sending me your thoughts! They were so fun to go through! <3

[gallantfairy]

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And this is the end of the page. I'm Val, she/her, 29 years old from Greece, one of fairy tail's biggest haters.

[autumnslance]

Search, Tags, and Tumblr

Tumblr's search functions are notoriously weird, but there's a few common things to know about how it works in conjunction with Tagging. First things first:

-Tags are for searching but also personal blog organization as desired. This is why some folks have weird/funny personal use tags. Tags can use dashes and spaces, but not regular double quote marks ("), though single marks are fine (').

-Tag for what's in the post; adding other, unrelated tags "for visibility" is against Tumblr's TOS and gets you reported for Spam!

Example: if you make a post for your new Clive Rosfield screenshots, make sure you're only tagging terms relevant to Final Fantasy XVI and Clive Rosfield (and any personal organizing tags like "screenshots"); don't add tags like "Star Wars" and "SpongeBob", as Clive has nothing to do with those!

-Tag without censoring words! We use filters/blacklists here to avoid things we don't want to see. Can also work for words in the body of a post. There's no rules here against using "kill" or "death" or other terms defining common human experiences determined "too negative/dangerous" on other sites (stay civil to each other).

-If you do alt-spell things, it's only in the body of a post and usually when it's dislike of a fandom thing as a courtesy to those enjoyers. If I make a shipping post and say, for example, "I can't stand R3y|o", that's when I want to use weird spelling and symbols--and no common tags for that fandom! If you do use tags for organizing, keep it to things like "#anti (thing) or "#(thing) critical", again spelled correctly for others' blacklisting purposes and to keep it out of the Reylo Search and Tags so those fans can enjoy their ship without seeing negativity. Because...

-General Search pulls from Tags and Also terms found in the body of a post. If I just put "Thancred" in the Search bar at the top of the page, it'll show me any and all posts with "Thancred" in them, including 1) if the name is in the body of the post, 2) if the name is in a tag that's a sentence/includes other words, and 3) even if not tagged for Thancred.

This caused some wank a couple years back for certain fans when someone tagged a lascivious picture set with what they knew was a triggery NOTP for many...but they also put the characters' names in the post body, not realizing simply searching for either of those characters would pull it up (They also, IMO, should have put the images under a Read More to be doubly safe, for themselves and for others they knew might be upset stumbling onto said images, but the crux was not realizing how Tumblr Search worked).

-Tag Search specifically pulls from the tags; per Tumblr's info pages, the first 20 tags (out of 30 total allowed) now will show up in search. Common, consistent tags first are good for visibility. You can also Follow tags you want to keep track of; there's even a tab on your Dash for it.

-Reblogs do not show up in the searches, even with additions and new notes. However, a blacklist filter will catch tags put on the original post, even if the reblogger doesn't add it when it ends up on your Dash.

-You can also blacklist blog names/URLs. Think of it like Twitter's muting rather than a full block (though one can do that too, and should as needed).

Example: someone following Seanan McGuire doesn't like frogs, but she reblogs a lot of frogs. The follower blocked and blacklisted the blogs she often reblogs frogs from to minimize the number of frogs they see while still following a favorite author for her book info.

-If people ask you to tag a thing cuz it's a squick or full-on trigger, you can just do it, or you can politely say no; that's valid. It's up to that person then to decide if they want to blacklist or unfollow or block or what. Just be civil either and both ways.

In summary: if you're talking about bunnies cuz you took pictures at the local farm show, just write "bunnies" normally in the body and/or tags of the post, so anyone with "bunnies" blacklisted can avoid it--and folks who want to see cute pics of bunnies can find it!

Even if you use proper tags, or no tags, or only use alternate spellings in the post body to keep things out of the tags/searches, consider still using a Read More as a last line of courtesy to any followers or random folks you don't want to catch in the crossfire. Also consider hiding your blog from Search results, and/or Private posts.

Tumblr's Help Center (On Desktop browser, go to the "About" link, and then the "Resources" menu; on Mobile App, go to Account settings, General settings, scroll down to "Help" under "Account") has further info about Searches and Tagging (and everything else!), and as that info changes, it's a good idea to keep track of those page updates, as well as the @changes blog to keep track of new updates, bugs, recent fixes, and upcoming info.

[kaddyssammlung]

I just read something that I wish I had not XD

Someone complaining about “the thirsting girls” in this fandom.

Even saying things like “they know about this stuff and they find it atrocious" (meaning the band). Oh dear. I do see things in a different way. Maybe just because I'm old or older. And also who told you how they feel about things?! If that is really the case then who are you?!

So...why did I decide to open a new tumblr last year?!

I've been lurking under the #sleep token for a long time. There were so many cool things and I wanted to contribute. One of the first things that I saw when I came looking for Sleep Token content when I came here first was all the “gay stuff”. You know what I mean. Vessel on top of iii. I was a bit confused first but then I thought things like...they are on stage and it's a show and also I don't know what their sexual orientation is.

Apart from that I actually was more interested in the lyrics and how others see the lyrics or what they read into them. I was very obsessed with the lyrics and the lore. With all the writing that I did that changed. My obsession faded. That's why I have this blog and also for personal reasons. I always like writing blog. That's something that I started in 2004 btw.

I started playing a round a little and wanted to know what you guys like meaning what gets more hearts or rebloggs and what does not. What I mean by this is, making gifs and finding pictures.

Well...just look at the most liked posts under #sleep token there is a lot of “thirsting”. But not exclusively. When I think about my post under that hashtag that has the most notifications on it then you could see this as thirsting?! Which I don't. It's the one where Vessel tries to draw something on his belly. It looked weird the first time that I saw it but then a few days later when more videos were released I could see that he was just trying to draw a heart. I did not know that.

But many other things I would call “playing with the audience and their expectations”. I mean Vessel on top of iii and the way that he grabs him. I can't help but laugh. I find this very entertaining.

Of course we make videos and gifs out of this or use it as inspiration to write fics.

I've been on stage many times. I danced when I was in school and I sang in the choir. It's nice to be on a stage and present yourself a certain way. Lord knows what I would to with that mic stand. Try to pole dance probably because of all the years that I danced.

Vessel was breathing heavily at the last festival they played while doing something to that mic stand...not me. I see nothing wrong that. It's called a performance.

A few years back I saw Marylin Manson live at a festival. I was waiting for Korn and not for him. He took someone's phone, made a few photos with it and then threw it backstage. That's a performance also. Strange example....I know...that was in 2007 or something like that.

They kind of feed us these things and we make something out of them.

That's how I see this.

And also, no I don't know if anyone is reading in here. I don't care. That's my blog and I write what I feel like.

I don't mean to attack anyone. We all view the world in a different way. I just felt like I had to say something.

And also I feel like there is a bigger "problem" behind all of this...that "problem" has something to do with society itself and what we are taught as women when it comes to sexuality. But that's a different topic.

I don't have a problem with "thirsting" in general. Some things I do find disrespectful though.

That's all...I guess.....

[a-queer-seminarian]

big ol' worry dump, i promise i'll post something rebloggable soon but i'm still processing everything and have not had time to write it coherently! cw queerphobia from the pulpit, church hurt, verbal violence, and brief csa mention (not a specific case)

SO. for anyone not keeping up, this past Sunday i visited my childhood church in ohio, and was devastated when near the end of his homily (Catholic word for sermon haha) my childhood pastor suddenly switched from celebrating the Spirit who bursts through closed doors to proclaiming that The Church Is Under Attack from people like the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence. :/

After he finished and sat down, i stood up and got behind the lectern/pulpit to remind him and everyone in the room that queer and trans people have the Holy Spirit too, because his words implied otherwise. And i could not risk that any other person there felt suddenly and utterly alone — i had to make sure they knew that not everyone agreed with our priest's message.

(Here's a place you can watch a clip of the homily — obviously mega content warning for homophobia, please keep yourself safe and remember you are loved!! — as well as my response)

Not long into speaking, I was escorted peacefully out of the building. Two parishioners followed and found me outside, and thanked me for what i said. They were very sweet <3

As we were talking, another parishioner stormed out and got very, very verbally violent. It was scary shit.

Other parishioners eventually came out and led Scary Man away, thankfully. The church's other, younger & newer priest, Father Jim, also came out to apologize profusely to us. Then i went home. My wife and i flew home to Georgia the next morning.

____

and...stuff keeps happening.

i did not expect this to make the news, but it did. the Cleveland Plain Dealer wrote on it, and so have other papers across the country.

an officer called me to ask if i wanted to press charges on Scary Man. I don't, because i'm just not convinced the results would be helpful to actually stopping him from doing what he did again.

if anyone has resources or someone smart i could talk to for advice on alternatives to cops & court for a situation like this, please hit me up!!!

after agreeing to an interview with the Plain Dealer reporter, which used my first and last name, folks have been finding me on social media to offer their support, which actually has been so uplifting and i plan to post some of the messages later!

my parents are proud of me and support me BUT my mom is worried sick that someone is going to, like, find out where i live and come attack me. i'd be more worried that they find out who my parents are and go attack them, tbh.

i've had more sudden spikes of adrenaline in the past five days than i have in the past like, 2 years lol

i've also talked with more different individuals on the phone in the past five days than i had over the rest of 2023 so far

i was scrolling through twitter last night and randomly came across a tweet featuring a TikTok of a cut-down version of my priest's homily + my response...i really don't like what parts they cut out, or what they titled it. and it's got over a million views. :OOO

there's a lot of confusion in the replies — people who don't realize i'm a former parishioner, not an active one; people not knowing how to gender me which is fine but it's, you know, getting a little grating; and of course, people resorting to saying Father Tim must be "closeted gay" or otherwise have a Sinister Secret himself to say what he said...I hate that kind of rhetoric.

Not every person who spouts homophobia is secretly gay. The Biggest Homophobes are usually, shockingly, straight.

And flippantly suggesting that anyone, even a Catholic priest, is a pedophile without facts to back that accusation up only serves to harm csa victims — because then when there really is a case that needs to be pursued, people may not take it seriously.

one big thing that's bothering me about how everyone on every side of the debate is interpreting Father Tim's homily is they are focusing mostly on his condemnation of the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence — and while I certainly oppose what he said about them, it's actually the first half of his message that scared me more: the stuff about the church being under attack and how Christians must defend it. He ended with a vague reminder to do so "peacefully," without any examples about how that's even done. And obviously, Scary Man didn't absorb that part of the message.

sigh. i was really hoping that agreeing to an interview with the plain dealer reporter who wrote the first article would give me a chance to explain why i felt i had to interrupt Mass, but unfortunately they didn't include those quotes. i'm really disappointed.

that article's title also says "attendee fired back," using exactly the kind of violence-coded language that I had a problem with in F. Tim's homily. So that's really unfortunate.

which is why i want to write up my perspective. i did send a long ass email to father tim the other night explaining what i did, why his message was hurtful AND fueled his parishioner's violence, and asking if we could talk about alternative ways to hold Scary Man accountable beyond the law. he hasn't responded yet.

anyway. yeah. it's been. a lot. good vibes and prayers are so very appreciated! and seriously, if anyone has resources about alternatives to legal action when we're dealing with someone who got very verbally violent and physically aggressive, i'd love some help figuring out what to do. also any thoughts about like, keeping myself safe? yeah

Anyway, gonna end with the affirmation that God made us Good; human diversity is what it looks like to be in the image of an Infinite creator; and queerness is a holy gift that the Body of Christ can't do without!!

Amen and amen.

[herswxrd]

courage need not be remembered, for it is never forgotten

semi-selective BREATH OF THE WILD LINK RP blog run by gio // follows as infernalpursuit 18+ & dash only ; non-mutuals, crossovers & OCs friendly

spoiler free bc mun didn't finish the game yet

affiliated with @hislxght

rules under read more tags dump ;; rebloggable promo

this is a sideblog! I’ll follow back as infernalpursuit.

this blog is 18+ only, and any minor mun who try to follow will be blocked

i don’t roleplay with anons, personals and OCs without an “about” page! You guys are free to send asks, but I won’t play with any of you.

i will also hardblock immediately anyone who knowingly reblogs or uses A.I. “art" 

obligatory mun=/= muse rule

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i didn't finish BOTW yet, and while i have vague knowledge of TOTK i'm likely going to focus on BOTW for the time being. consider this a slightly canon divergent gameverse!Link

Link can talk, but I'll likely make him speak as little as possible.

I’m open for one-sided crushes on your muse’s side, but please contact me about it before engaging in one; i don't know if i'm going to multiship just yet, for now i'm single-ship with hislxght, who is also my main Zelda ; I'm open to play with more Zelda muses, but any relationship will be strictly platonic

the only NSFW content you'll see here will be regarding death and violence; Link is 17, 100 years timeskip or not, so no smut will be present. Attempts at engaging sexually with him will lead to the immediate block.

any kind of question is accepted, but if you start to annoy me with dumb nonsensical stuff or anything that doesn’t respect the rules will be deleted and blocked if you continue.

blog may end up being trigger-heavy, especially regarding death, themes of apocalypse, violence and mental health. Everything will be tagged properly, but don’t hesitate to ask me to add some more trigger warnings if necessary; in return, I ask mutuals to please tag IRL suicide/suicidal thoughts, FNaF and spiders. I tag any triggers as #[trigger] tw! 

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[werehounded]

Hello CritRole fandom! I'm Aster (they/he). a 32 year old writer and enjoyer of fandom things.

So i've been 'out' of the Critical Role fanodm for a while now on Tumblr, but I want to get back into it. I'm behind, but don't mind apoilers of any description, (i prefer them actually so I can prepare for whatever happens!)

I guess I'm just looking for community in that fandom again!

I'm a longtime fan having watched the main campaign and all side campaigns since Vox Machina's 6th episode. I used to watch live but have let that slip a bit lately, I usually watch the Twitch or YT VOD.

My favourite characters from VM are Pike, Vax and Kiki; from Mighty Nein they're Caleb, Essek and Nott/Veth; and from Bells Hells it's gotta be Ashton, Fearne and Orym! I like most of the characters though, and I like most of the side campaigns too, especially Candela Obscura and EXU (prime/the Crown Keepers are my babies!)

As for ships I tend to ship anything that takes my fancy at any time but I lean more into M/M ships tbh. Just personal preference :)

If you want to, you could help me by signal boosting this! Alternatively like this post and I'll probably follow you if you're a CR blog even if just in part. Fanfic and fanwork creators are especially loved, but I love rebloggers and meta writers too.

[alatismeni-theitsa]

Auntie,

I saw the latest post you reblogged and went through the comms and rebloggs and ended up finding this post that an American wrote after making up things in the comments.

https://www.tumblr.com/cardassiangoodreads/736940010036756480/me-i-dont-care-what-some-overly-online-greeks

My favourite part is where they claim to be an Italian and due to that, fully able to just spout out any possible bs they want (I'm guessing they are like 25% Italian at best, it just looks good when they say shit about things they don't know about but have an opinion on anyway). What makes me angry is how dismissive they are and how they try to whitewash what Greeks have gone through just so they can do whatever they want with Greek culture without understating that it's wrong or feeling guilty about it (as they would if this involved any other culture). Like, Greeks are suddenly "chronically online" if they just don't want to be excluded even further.

Thanks for letting me know, cause I had the chance to reblog that post with my thoughts! And thanks for the support! 💙 I've seen chronically online people make crazy demands crying "cultural appropriation" and there's a clear difference between those cases and the valid cases.

What's funnier is that Italians and other neighbors are very supportive and relate to the Greek complaints. (because they know there's more to our history than some events that happened 2.000 years ago)

I understand that in their post this person makes light of the fact that their Italian ancient ancestors heavily appropriated Greek stuff, and I'm not holding a joke against them. Buuut ya know, I'd like them to have a better overview other than some ancient events on things they have a very confident opinion on. Our ancient culture never stopped being relevant to us Greeks and there are certain rules in place on how to be respectful to ancient cultural figures.

[alchemiclee]

i've been told/keep seeing posts about people suddenly not liking when people add tags to their posts with their own thoughts/feelings/opnions/experiences, and even people that say not to tag with certain common organizational tags (like ships for example i see the most. some people use a ship name for organization purposes and not necessarily for shipping. for example i use "collei and her dads" for cyno, tighnari, collei art for my organization so I cam find them again and theres been a few artists screaming not to use ship tags and that could be seen as a ship tag. so what do i do? not organize your art into my tags and let it get lost and never seen again? not share your art at all? kinda silly but whatever, ill just ignore your art).

I personally think that's all a bit ridiculous....i don't know if that's a more recent thing (like with twitter people coming here suddenly and expecting to act like this is twitter) or if it happened in the years since I took a break from tumblr. but bAcK iN mY DaY we used tags as a little whisper to add our own thoughts without interrupting the main post. adding hard comments or replies was more seen as "too much/too loud" if it wasn't something directly meant for OP. tags were usually never meant for OP and were always for the reblogger and their followers. these days more and more people seem to think tags on their posts are all speaking to them directly or interrupting their post (not to say you can't speak to OP through tags, like i'll say nice things about their art in tags) but not everything in someone's tags on a post they reblog from you is for you! you can ignore it!!!

I know on twitter (where I went after leaving tumblr a while back) people use quote retweets to speak to the OP often. but not always. I sometimes would quote a tweet to add my own thoughts while using the quote as like a citation to credit OP for the idea. but I have a few times where the OP thought I was speaking to/about them and got very upset about it. one was a large account who quoted me back and got very nasty and sent their minions after me. quotes are louder than tumblr tags. so that's more understandable, and I was always very hesitant to do it, but I personally see indirect tweets about another post as extremely rude and posting screenshots of tweets on twitter is also rude.

I loved coming back here mainly for the tag system! I missed being able to share a post and also quietly add my thoughts. go on long rambles related to the main post without stealing their post completely or needing to make a whole new post. I know most old tumblr users get that and don't care, probably. I NEVER saw anyone complain about it in the past. only say how much they love it. it was just part of how this site worked for us. a culture thing we naturally created. so i'm assuming it's mostly new users who don't get this culture? it also doesn't help tumblr made it so you now see tags in your notes tab and not just comments added and replies. before, you would have to go to "someone reblogged your post" to see if they added tags because tumblr only showed comments. I personally LOVE when people add tags to my post with their thoughts and stories and whatnot. ai i'd go to every reblog I got to see if there's tags added. it's like an uncommitted interaction. they dont expect a reply, i don't expect a reply. they are isolated thoughts, but still related. it's still a form of interaction, without the pressure of being direct, and I feel seen/heard when they add them. (it means they're not a bot, auto reblogging my posts /hj) seeing tags on my posts i'm not just shouting into the void alone and someone sees me. me adding tags to a post is a gentle "you're not alone/I hear you/im a real person not a bot" from me. but it also could be me saying "your post inspired me! I want to write something too! but im being quiet about it so i dont take away from your post and your post gets all the credit" when I add my own little tag ramble.

so the fact that people are now suddenly being upset by people adding their own experiences and thoughts to tags is super disappointing and and frankly annoying. tags don't take away from your post and you can just ignore them! no one is forcing you to expand the tags in your notes and read them! hardly anyone will see them. most will only read your post and not people's tags! I know no one usually reads my tags because i've added secret messages to the end of my tags and no one ever responds to it lmao things like send a pic in my ask and i'll draw it for you.

yes I know "RESPECT PEOPLE BOUNDARIES" but it kind of disrespects my needs as well. theres a thin line between someone's boundaries being crosses and someone's needs not being met. but that's a whole debate i'm not willing to have so don't start it. (not that kind of boundary is easy to not cross. not bringing up arguments. but asking people to not use a main function of a website is kind of pushing it imo...) yeah I want to respect boundaries the best i can, but unless you say in the post "don't reblog and add your own tags" no one will know and you get upset when no one knows. and no, no one will read your profile/pinned post before reblogging. no one will go to the original post and read your tags. they will only reblog it right off their dash if they aren't seeing it directly from you in the tags/for you page. some people will reblog 100 posts a day. they won't go to every profile/original post before reblogging just to see if you have any special conditions and rules for your random one post out of hundreds they see a day. that's too much to expect, honestly, sorry to say!

but this is tumblr. maybe it's better for people to accept the culture/etiquette here and let it happen without complaining, or realize this isn't the place for them! because it doesn't meet their needs and boundaries! and that's ok! it doesn't have to be your place. you don't need to stay here if you don't like how it works! asking an entire website to "respect your boundaries" by not participating in a basic or essential function of the website is a little ridiculous to be fair....

no i'm not saying your boundaries don't deserve to be respected. i'm saying this probably isn't the place to have those boundaries in the first place. because there's am established way this site functions that works in counter to your wanted boundaries, so it just doesn't fit your needs. and like I said that's ok! you don't need to stay here if it upsets you that much! it's better if you find a social media where people can't share your posts. like a simple blog site that doesn't have a share function! or like Instagram? people cant share those posts. (sorry, I dont know much about social media) if you really want people to stop adding tags that bad, either turn off reblogs completely, or ask staff to add a notification option to turn off seeing added tags on reblogs! (if you're veeerry lucky, and not a trans woman, they might listen to you)

[sunbeamstress]

hrt diary stuff (10-30-23)

cw: personal touchy feely sex-ed style explicit stuff

alright, dolls, we're approaching month seven and the HRT is really starting to hit different. i haven't really kept a chronicle of my """""journey""""" (the irony-poisoned xillennial in me screams), and if i don't write something i'm just gonna end up as a baldur's gate/armored core reblogger so i think i'm gonna start doing that! but first, i need to catch you up

off the cuff: i'm in the latter half of my thirties. i go by "B" right now since i can't settle on a name, but right now i have the names "Cherry" and "D'arcy" and i'm trying to see if they can be put together somehow. i'd love to write the story, one day, of what made me start doing all of this in the first place, but for now we can just say that denial is one hell of a drug.

i live a privileged life - i'm white, reasonably educated, i have a job title with the word 'engineer' in it. i grew up incredibly poor, but in today's times i have had the rare luxury of being able to transition from a place of social and financial comfort. my parents do not have control over me and my workplace is supportive. i'm very lucky, and i'm having a much easier transition than most women will ever get. i try never to forget this, and try to let it keep me humble.

on new year's eve of 2022, i made the new years resolution to "destroy myself," and on april 15, 2023, i began doing exactly that. FOLX, my provider, suggested that the best way for me to destroy myself was with 4mg of Estradiol, taken orally every morning (i take 6mg now). i don't recommend FOLX, but if you live in the southern US they might be your only decent choice.

anyway, it basically goes like this:

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super early (almost immediately): the Feelings

dosage: 4mg (first, one pill in the morning and one in the evening - later, two pills in the morning (no real difference!))

this part was near and dear to me. i think back to when i lost my brother - in the middle of the grief i felt, i observed that i was experiencing a depth of sadness that was very new for me, a sort of uncharted emotional frontier if you will. to put it simply, i just really never felt THAT sad before. it reminded me of how my mother would say that when you over-ate, it would expand your stomach. in its new size, you'd want more food and you'd feel hungrier than you normally would.

this 'expanded' state is how i live now, 24/7. my friends are darling and very supportive and they've had a wealth of viewpoints as to how our emotional expression is rooted so deeply in our perception of gender, and for what it's worth i think they're right, but i have one experience most of them don't: i'm AMAB. occasionally their support would leave me feeling a little shut out, as if they were unintentionally discounting a very real chemical change that has opened previously shut doors in my brain. it isn't their fault. i just don't think anyone realizes what a poison testosterone can be

it isn't simply that i'm allowing myself to feel more. it doesn't feel like a psychosocial phenomenon. i actually feel more. it's stronger and rawer and so much closer to home. picture your sense of touch being amplified, so that you can't stroke a bedsheet or touch your hair without your nerve endings blasting dense packets of sensory information to your brain and back, seemingly out of proportion with what actually happened. i want you to imagine this happening with your emotions, instead. happiness has so many more shades; anger is so many-layered and so very complicated, very specific. i can be affected by faint, hazy motes of love and lust and loneliness that each demand careful consideration, and that touch very specific parts of my spirit. the spectrum of emotion is such a dense and noisy neighborhood and there are ever so many avenues

i don't feel like i'm letting down my defenses... rather, i feel like a longtime smoker who has just quit, and is now realizing just how flavorful all of her food is.

second puberty kicks in during the later stages of this. i couldn't imagine trying to work a customer service role at this point. you're going to freak out, girlie. if you have the luxury of working a job where you don't need to see anybody, put on some music, keep your head down, and just get through it. if not, i'm so sorry. do the best you can, love, and don't forget to forgive yourself

nothing else super exciting to report. the natural oils of my skin and hair started to change and i began feeling "cleaner" if that makes sense. the biggest physical change here was just how often i smiled.

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mid stage (3-6 months): the Softness

before my next estradiol refill, i got bumped up from 4mg to 6mg, taken orally - i had some serious issues trusting FOLX so for the first month, i continued only to take 4mg and banked the third pill. i'm taking all 6mg every day now. i'm going to check in with my doctor but if i understand the research, i may have balanced myself enough that i can get away with monotherapy - only taking estrogen, as my T levels are so low that my body could very well shut down testosterone production all on its own.

this part absolutely fucking ruled, and it's pretty neat to know that it basically lasts forever. it's one thing to touch your forearms and wonder if you're getting softer; it's a very different and altogether more enormous thing to realize that you are indeed getting softer. my skin was changing, actually changing!

there is something unutterably beautiful about the naturally-defined order of dance steps that your body will effortlessly follow, under the influence of hormones. not to be a hopeless nerd, but it has the same carefully thought-out, human vibe as a well-made game tutorial or a meticulously planned dinner. first it coaxes open the little latch in your brain that lets you feel and dream and sob and love in 4K, and then once you've had a little experience and gotten the hang of it, it does the same trick with your nerve endings and says "alright doll, go touch the world back."

my roommates thought i was a pervert because i'd keep gasping at touch. i was wholly unprepared for the texture of the couch or for the feeling of my own hair after it'd been freshly blow-dried. i remember one day i woke up and the hardwood floor was tickling my feet so much, i was trying not to whimper. it was so fucking much

in the previous stage, it was hard to avoid the sense that my emotions had scarred over, and that the HRT had sanded away the edges until i was left with vulnerable, exposed organic surfaces

in this stage, i felt like i finally had some kind of proper cover, some interface, some missing and necessary part to put over those surfaces. i was a machine being slowly but surely finished. now, my body matches my mind - it feels the way i do. it is no longer a protective layer through which i touch the world, but is instead substanced by it; made of world-stuff, so that there is no difference between feeling the world and feeling myself. John Locke suggested that the doped tabula rasa of the mind is little more than an illusion, facilitated by your organs of sense - but now i am an organ of sense and the mind/body barrier has never felt more flimsy

i think i started growing breasts around month 4. naturally the dolls are fixated on this part, and i don't have anything to report that you can't find in a million other hrt blogs and similar spaces - they're gonna get sore. they're gonna feel really weird to touch. they're gonna be fuzzy and having to shave them sucks so fucking much. you're absolutely going to forget you can't just casually bump your chest against a door frame, and you're gonna have to explain to your roommate that no, you weren't being stabbed through the spinal column with a superheated ceramic knife, you only screamed that loud because your weird little cone titties were so goddamn tender!!!!

right now (6 1/2 month mark): the Urges

i noticed that from the outset, my hrt experiences aligned pretty closely with the net's wealth of anecdotes - but the longer i'm on estrogen, the more i begin to find variations, the more i start to read things like 'this may impact you later or earlier' and for me it's almost always earlier (i was kinda low on T naturally). don't freak out if this stuff isn't happening to you yet!

hrt completely trashed my sex drive. sometimes i went through the motions anyway, because i am a profoundly and unapologetically sexual person, but it was more of a learned/cultural thing, and even that stopped. my sense of touch was currently being reserved for enjoying silk and kitty ears, i had seemingly no interest in my annoying, distracting sexual characteristics!

i have a lot i could say on how sexuality has influenced my life - like a lot a lot. i can't really summarize it here but i can do the best i can: a man's sex drive is torture. doubly so if you're a man who knows he isn't one, and who has actively been living the sort of sex life that occasions unsolicited "you're like a lesbian" comments from past lovers. combine this with the tendency for men to put their self worth into their sexual prowess, and you have the perfect conditions for a confusing mess

anyway - one day, i'm sitting with my friends watching the Good Place, and there's this scene where one of the main characters is shown briefly kissing Janet, just before she transforms into somebody else.

my heart stopped.

i just suddenly couldn't breathe. when i could, i wasn't getting enough air, and i was so light-headed and so warm and i felt so silly. it feels really uncharitable to say that i thought i'd suddenly lost a few dozen IQ points, but i honestly felt like, so small and so silly and just a little stupid, and in that moment i sort of wanted to be told those things.

it kept happening: once when my roommate put her hand through my hair and told me how good i was doing with my makeup; once when the gorgeous woman who pierced my ears giggled and called me "a bleeder"; far, far more than once when i'd read saved chat logs with old flames, reread saved bits of roleplaying, and more.

i get turned on, babes! it's so fucking weird! it's not like anything i've ever experienced. just with everything new in my life, it continually shocks me with hitherto unexperienced layers of complexity: being turned on by a little touch and compliment is so much different from being outright hit on. being called "'good girl" hits way harder than being told i look "stunning." all of these come with their own new and dizzying qualia, and they all have different ways of interacting with my limbic system. this was all supposed to affect me the same! it's so complicated now!

the best thing is: i know when i'm turned on and when i'm horny. i know when i'm feeling warmth for someone and when i'm attracted. it's like my brain had been sending everything down the same tunnel, and now it realizes it's supposed to have its shit together, to propagate signals through the correct channels. i can be turned on and not want to be touched. i can feel love and genuine affection for my friends - without the queasy, guilt-inducing part where i desperately keep my sex drive down, ignoring the out-of-place and unwanted things i feel for them. i can keep myself up until 3am, driving myself insane, exploring my body, and come out of it feeling silly and tired and satisfied, without the loneliness, the sadness, the self-disgust.

my body is very, very soft - it isn't just the better skin conditions i alluded to before, but as i lose my visceral (below-the-muscle) fat, my body replaces it with subcutaneous (above-the-muscle) fat. i'm still in the very early stages of this, but it's already noticeable. i'm skinnier than i've ever been in decades, yet my chest, ass, and thighs jiggle when i walk! HRT is so fucking cool.

at this point in the adventure, if you've been keeping to a skincare routine you really should be seeing results. i'm working on developing better habits and i still struggle with motivation, but still - i try to exfoliate at least twice a week and i moisturize regularly. if ADHD allows it sometimes i'll remember to bust out the serums or the snail cream. my body hair's growing in a little slower, it comes in thinner and lighter, and my skin has this lovely translucence that i never get sick of looking at. i shine, very faintly, in the light.

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i've never kept a diary in my life so i'm just gonna decide how it works: here we close. i just really hate how hard it is to find testimony and shared experiences. it's so fucking crazy how i can ask google to name a movie i barely remember but it is somehow useless when i want to know if my nipples are supposed to hurt at 5 months of HRT (they are).

i think that even a single trans girl finding my blog and maybe feeling a little less unsure about herself is enough for me to keep wanting to do it, though.

[homosociallyyours]

Something that mildly annoyed me behind the cut. Not fandom related but also I'm very carefully avoiding tags bc i don't want the op of the post to see this so. Bloop.

So like as far as I can tell, TC performed in 1986, 5 years before the expulsion of a trans woman (Nancy Burkholder) brought on protests within the festival and facilitated the start of camp trans. AFAIK she never attended or performed again-- I think if she had it would've been mentioned somewhere --but if she did it wasn't in the 2000s for sure.

Is it valid to be pissed about it? I mean, go for it! You get to decide your personal limits about what's ok or not from celebrities and artists and anyone, really. But it strikes me as really ahistorical and purity culture minded. There are plenty of people who performed multiple times over the years and more than a handful who not only performed but offered vocal support for the anti-trans ideology of the fest.

If a trans woman-- especially a non-white trans woman --feels hurt and betrayed, that's totally real and allowed! But a 22 year old white trans woman specifically calling out TC for this just. Gives me the ick? So i blocked her and didn't rb the post and I'm having my little moment over here bc I just find that urge to seek out everything someone has ever done and, disregarding their words or actions in recent memory, to hold them to the fire for their past.

It's my age and history showing for sure. Anywayyyyyy.

This isn't a rebloggable post and while I'm pretty sure it'll pass right under the radar of anyone I prefer it not to be screenshotted or spread in other ways.