#nobody deserves to get harassed for being a dumbass

[burnitalldowndarling]

Wow. I was just looking for Raksura fanart and blundered across this, and... just wow. I’m gonna have to rant about this.

OK, so, the whole point of using non-human characters in fantasy and science fiction is allegory. Tolkien’s elves are (massive oversimplification but) “What if Christians actually tried to live like Christians are supposed to?” Star Trek’s Vulcans exist to make the show’s human audience contemplate how much emotion factors into our identities and questionable decisions. And Gene Roddenberry clearly did not believe emotions were evil or detrimental; the Vulcans are a thought exercise, not an endorsement. Everybody gets this, right?

Not this reviewer! Why run on normal logic when you can run on pure, grade-A anti/purity batshit?

There is a place in speculative fiction for stories about discriminatory social rules. It’s not nearly as large a place as some authors think, but if you’re going to comment on the evils of bigotry, you often need some bigotry in the story. That said, there’s almost never a reason to bake that bigotry into the rules of your world. (emphasis mine)

This may be a shocking statement, but in real life, caste systems and rigid gender roles are bad. Even so, lots of people love them, because some people just can’t let go of bad ideas. When such discrimination is magically enforced, it validates the people who would love to see something similar in the real world. For the rest of us, it’s just unpleasant.

Oh, are caste systems and rigid gender roles bad? I had no idea. /s

But want to know one good reason why a writer might want to “bake bigotry into the rules”? To fight it.

How do you point out the absurdity of gender essentialism in real life? You could write essays or analyze data, but how do you do it in fiction, in a way that won’t bore or annoy your audience? There are a few ways, but one tried and true technique in fantasy is to... create an allegorical society that has gender essentialism. Then you dial that gender essentialism up to eleven, so that even the most oblivious person can’t miss it. Then, once you’ve set up your Very Gender Essentialist Society, you give readers a reason to question it. Wells does this through the lens of Moon, who exists at the nexus of his society’s biological and social roles re sex and gender -- but he’s an outsider, and one who has also experienced massive trauma related to his sex/gender. He cannot live like a typical consort, and so the people who come to love him and want to support him must push back against their society’s expectations of him -- i.e., they need to basically become their society’s equivalent of feminists/queer activists/true allies. And they do! Violently! It’s beautiful! These books are a deeply satisfying read for those of us who live on the receiving end of IRL bigotry, because they say to their audience, “Bigotry exists, but it can be changed. You won’t have to face it alone; there are people who will fight for and with you. If these weird dragon-bee people can do it, with their tremendous differences, it should be more than possible for us.”

But the review just handwaves all this. I can’t tell whether the reviewer doesn’t see it, or if he’s just chosen to ignore everything that doesn’t support his thesis, no matter how much he’s got to pretzel the book to make it fit. For example, the review basically calls the Raksura racist... for objecting to the Fell’s violent forced-breeding attempts.

I know I said the Fell aren’t obviously POC coded, but that sounds an awful lot like what white supremacists say about anyone with darker skin than them. It also casts the heroes as not just trying to stop rape, but also being disgusted at the idea of any mixing between Fell and Raksura. Gotta keep the bloodlines pure, I guess! 

This is just... stupid. It’s so stupid that I can’t even wrap my head around it. Does this person even understand what bigotry is? It’s like they don’t even notice the power dynamics. White supremacists object to “race mixing” because they literally don’t think BIPOC are human. Only humans deserve bodily autonomy and the ability to consent, in their view, so whenever they have the power to act on their prejudice, they commit human rights atrocities.  See: American slavery. But I guess the real white supremacy was the slaves feeling disgusted after Ol Massa shows up and starts raping and whipping people, amirite?

This is not to say that all fictional depictions of bigotry are anti-bigotry. What I’m saying is that you need to actually understand how bigotry works if you’re critiquing it -- and it’s very clear that this reviewer has no idea what the fuck he’s talking about. The Raksura don’t object to interbreeding because they're prejudiced against the Fell, but because the Fell are raping and murdering them en masse. Like, by this reviewer’s logic, the real problem with the Rape of Nanjing is that China’s still mad about it.

Like how the fuck do you claim to be doing a social justice reading of a text and insinuate that the victims were the real bigots all along?

Don’t Magically Enforce Bigotry

There is a place in speculative fiction for stories about discriminatory social rules. It’s not nearly as large a place as some authors think, but if you’re going to comment on the evils of bigotry, you often need some bigotry in the story. That said, there’s almost never a reason to bake that bigotry into the rules of your world.

This may be a shocking statement, but in real life, caste systems and rigid gender roles are bad. Even so, lots of people love them, because some people just can’t let go of bad ideas. When such discrimination is magically enforced, it validates the people who would love to see something similar in the real world. For the rest of us, it’s just unpleasant.

I do not believe this was the author’s intent. Everything I know about Martha Wells suggests she’s fairly progressive. My best guess is that she was modeling the Raksura off eusocial insects like ants and bees. But, as we’re so fond of saying, the author’s intent is far less important than what they actually wrote. It’s also a bad parallel, since insect queens don’t actually issue commands to the rest of the colony; they’re just instinct-driven egg factories.

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[kwyw]

Yeah the VS Angel Wing rings were extremely expensive custom pieces that VS CMO Ed Razek had made for the 16 VS Angels that hadn't quit by 2016 because VS stopped paying the Angels 7 figure salaries and started paying them 6 figure salaries that were on the lower end of six figures and Taylor, because the VSFS 13 & VSFS 14 were the two most watched VSFS in the entire 20+ year history of the show because of Kaylor, so that man would've done almost anything to get Taylor and Karlie to come back and do more VSFS together

Somewhere on the social media of the guy who custom-made the VS Angel Wing rings he mentioned that they're worth like 16K each and that Razek himself commissioned an extra ring for Taylor so he could give it to her as a gift, so the only way a Z-list nepo-baby without any type of contract with VS like Donaldson could've ever gotten ahold of one of those rings is if she committed felony Grand Theft Larceny and stole it.

Razek actually sexually assaulted one of the Hadid sisters in front of dozens of other A-list models in a dressing room once just because he felt like it and knew he could get away with it because nobody tried to stop him the other thousands of times he's sexually assaulted women at work over like 25 years. Literally the ONLY women that Razek has ever treated vaguely like a human being when he worked at VS was the VS Angels, which BTW the VS Angels was a thing that Razek himself came up with, and there's only 42 of them and there will never be any more because VS has done away VS Angels.

So ayone who thinks that a wannabe Z-lister nepo-baby with no actual affiliation with VS like Donaldson got a custom $16k ring from a VS executive who'd sexually assault her a thousand times over before he'd ever treat her like a human being let alone give her expensive custom jewelry that he got made for 17 specific women who achived more by the age of like 15 than Donaldson will ever achieve in her entire life is so beyond fucking delusional that it's not even funny.

Like get real, these dumbass Gaylors who are obsessed with that Z-lister are not only some of the most pathetic and delusional people in Taylor's entire fandom, they are also some of the stupidest by far.

Gaylors *DO* deserve to be bullied actually, if they want to keep saying delusional things with no basis in reality because they've got a weird fetish for making up shit that could've never happened in a million years because the thing they're lyingabout has literally never worked like that so they can treat Taylor like a Barbie Doll in the moronic collective delusions they mastubate to, then I'm all for the rest of Taylor's fans banding together and crushing the Gaylor fandom out of existence.

Gaylors are a detriment to Taylor at this point and there is no real reason to stand in the way Taylor's other fans who actually care about her as a person harassing them all off the internet for being delusional freaks without a grip on reality. These Gaylors are legitimately delusional and don't understand the difference between easily debunkable made-up bullshit lies with zero substance and real actual life and hard facts, they're so fucking beyond disconnected from any form of reality that they could easily become a danger to Taylor and her loved ones because these Gaylors are just the Swiffer version of Q-Anon fanatics

I honestly just find it mostly funny… until I see gullible gaylors falling for it. Most seem to be quite young. I just want them to grow up with critical thinking skills. Not to sound like an old fart, but I feel like so much of that is lacking these days.

[murderessdominatrix]

I am not convinced that the way Gloria from Modern Family is treated by the family in the show, the writers, and the fans of the show isnt partly fueled by racism.

Claire hates her even though Gloria has been nothing but nice. She changes her tune early on, but she's never like. Nice to Gloria the way she is to Cam, she just tolerates her. Phill creeps on her. Hard. The writers stop this pretty quickly but the fact it happens at all? Gross. Jay's ex-wife verbaly harasses Gloria AT HER OWN WEDDING, then later physically attacks her and this is played for laughs. Gloria isn't even allowed to be MAD that she got attacked, she's just written to shrug the whole thing off like it's nothing. Jay constantly talks about how 'weird' her holiday traditions and food are, and you can tell he's supposed to be mostly in the right.

And then she's just treated outside the show like she's this sexy bombshell when her character is actually so much more interesting than that. She's an immigrant who worked to provide for her son. She genuinely loves Jay, and this is emphasized repeatedly. There's an episode where she discusses how hard it is for her to live in a household where nobody speaks her native tongue, not even her own children! She's fascinating to me because this is a common struggle in Latino households! Gloria actually gets Jay to open up and TALK to his kids, something they state their dad never did before! She's caring and empathetic, and tries her best to bring the family together! But nobody (interviewers and talk show hosts interviewing Sophia Vergara when the show was at its height) wants to explore that side of her! They just want to talk about how sexy she is.

Even people who haven't seen the show are quick to dismiss her as 'typical hot young dumbass', and I'm not entirely sure she would receive this treatment to such a degree if she was white. I mean, Hailey is also meant to be young and hot AND she's actually acknowledged IN THE SHOW to be pretty stupid, but she gets treated with more... humanity? Dignity? People recognize she's three-dimensional more easily than they recognize Gloria as being three-dimensional, and they recognize Hailey's strengths more than Gloria's, imo. And Hailey is a verified Party Girl. Gloria is not.

Growing up, I really liked Gloria. I mean, now I can't tolerate the show bc I catch on the microagressions more than I did as a kid and I can't stand it, but it just irked me how Sofia Vergara was treated outside the show, and how Gloria was so often dismissed within the show.

Anyways. Gloria was a goddamn saint and she deserved better.

[hxuse-xf-black]

Lupin literally coached Neville about the whole boggart-Snape (it could have easily been his grandmother, but I'm not sure how reliant that statement is seeing as I can't remember a source so take it with a grain of salt) And as a counterargument-why isn't Harry's boggart Voldemort then? After all that should have been his biggest fear ever considering he's not only orphaned but so far the past two years at school Voldemort's attempted to kill him, so you can't even use the excuse of "Well he was a baby he wouldn't remember him" because that exact line can be said for Neville. We don't know what age he lost his parents but we know he was young when it happened. That part annoys me a lot. You can hate Snape, nobody is saying you can't but its a little frustrating when nobody wants to take canon into account (again like how you bring up on how Snape only cares about Lily and not James, but then you backpeddle with "well I can understand why tho" you forget that James horrifically bullied Snape and exposed/stripped him in front of others. That's sexual assault by all means, its not any less traumatizing just because Snape is a dude) and secumsempra?? That was ONE dark spell that was genuinely harmful, and if you were regularly being ganged up 2-on-1 you'd want a defensive spell that goes "Hey FUCK OFF" and we even see Snape use it on James in Snape's Worst Memory, and James didn't go down dying of blood loss, Harry was a dumbass who fucked around with a spell FROM HIS PERSONAL BOOK that I'm sure Snape never intended to get out of his possession in the first place.

Speaking as someone who was severely bullied (because god forbid disabled gays be allowed to exist) I don't blame Snape at ALL for inventing that spell. When the people who are attacking you fight dirty, there's no honor in fighting back nicely, especially when they intend to physically harm you as much as they can (as noted when Sirius literally tried to murder/severely him at sixteen and no, James did not save him out of the goodness of his heart, he saved him to prevent Sirius and Lupin from getting in serious trouble as noted when James still continued to harass Snape well into seventh year, as noted as Lupin "it was a..special case". If you're going to try and blame Snape by saying that he shouldn't have been out of bed, neither were the other Marauders, and already being bullied and hoping to catch your bullies up to no good doesn't deserve death/being turned into a werewolf.) yes, Snape did bad things, nobody is denying that, but my issue is when you're not taking canon into account and exaggerating certain key points to make him worse than he is and its annoying when you've decided to place this in the Severus Snape tag instead of just keeping the tags to anti-Snape, we KNOW already. Another thing that is a big head shake is the racist bit. A more appropriate comparison would be classism, not everything is centered around an American view, you know, and given Snape's own blood status it wouldn't even make sense regardless.

I adjusted the racist bit as well as the general tag. It now only says anti severus snape.

And I can sympathize with getting bullied, really, I can. I recently came out as bi and let me tell you, the gay propaganda laws only make things 200 times worse then they would be elsewhere. But Snape shouldn't have created the spell, because even if he wasn't going to show anyone, he wouldn't have created it without at least subconscious intent to use it. Besides, wasn't he the only one that knew the counter curse? If he used it on someone they would died from blood loss.

And Harry and Neville are different. At that point Harry's already given up on having a semi normal life, and with Voldemort at the center of it, he can't exactly fear him if he's given up. Neville still has a normal life. At Hogwarts at least. Also, about Lupin coaching Neville through it, he only chose Neville to go first because Snape told Remus, in front of the class, that Neville wasn't very capable at magic. It may have been true, but he could've said it behind closed doors.

Also, I'm not even American (why did you assume I was? I'm honestly offended). I've been to America three times and one of those times I was a baby so I don't know if that even counts. I'm Russian.

And yeah, James and Sirius were way out of line, I'm not excusing what they did to them and I'll always harbor a little hatred for what they did (especially the whole tricking Snape into facing a werewolf on the full moon bit). But from what I've gathered (this is just what I, personally, have seen in canon (books, not movies)), Snape was harassing them almost as much as they did him.

Besides, Snape created levicorpus so how would they even know the spell if he hadn't used it on them or someone else? Doesn't excuse to borderline sexual harassment, I know.

I'm not excusing anyone's actions. I'm just saying why I don't like Snape. That's all.

[olderthannetfic]

I get that there has been a lot of mostly young people harassing and such, but like... the amount of hate I see young people getting seems kind of hypocritical?? Like older fandom members are great, and yeah these kids probably don't know the half of it, but... I doubt the fandom moms were perfect as fandom kids. No one is. But there is zero empathy to be found, and all these people espousing downright hatred for kids on the internet. I *work* with kids for a living, if anyone were to dislike them it would be someone who is with them 24/7, but... they don't deserve this. Especially since some TERF or SWERF or some other conservative shit fuck got to them first, probably a parent. Idk. It's complicated.

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“Fandom mom” is almost always a pejorative applied by somebody else, honestly. I’m middle aged and trying to get pregnant, and I would never use that dumbass term for myself. But yes, no generation of fandom is flawless. In the past, the m/m shippers tended to be more pro-kink simply by virtue of a homophobic world classing m/m with extreme shit, while the people yelling about ~problematique~ fiction tended to be overtly conservative homophobes. But my fellow m/m shippers were idiotic in plenty of other ways.

Having now spent several years hearing from more randos about the depressing shit that has happened to them, I find myself knowing a lot of 20-somethings who got ostracized by their entire friend group and threatened with all the material those “friends” knew because they had been friends. Even if they were shitty little bullies as part of that pack (and quite a few of them were), that’s no way to live! Nobody deserves to live in fear that all their friends will turn on them if they’re honest about themselves or that their tastes make them a future abuser or that it will be impossible to find another group of friends later.

The problems of ostracism by the other side are very real. It came up memorably after a bunch of the thanfiction stuff in the past and after Laura Hale fought with OTW supporters. I remember the conversations around how it’s important to give people space to back off from their more toxic friends without viewing them as Forever Suspect. All you do then is isolate them with that person you don’t think they should be listening to, whether that person is a full on abusive cult leader or just a persuasive jerk. (And the fact that those conversations were happening points more to the fact that being the bigger person isn’t the norm in these situations and never was.)

I’ve seen some of those conversations in recent years with that “support ex antis” stuff, but it’s pretty small compared to the volume of messages I see that are like “If I back off from my friends, they will hunt me, and nobody else will want me now either”.

I also pretty regularly run into 20-somethings who are much more ship-and-let-ship in the first place asking me where on earth they can go find some “pro ship” friends, and I never know where to send them. The fact is, all that “conservative Protestantism in a gay hat” stuff has its claws into their age group, no matter which labels people put on themselves.

I don’t think there’s zero empathy. I think when directly asked about it, a lot of older people who are actually paying attention to fandom drama will talk about the social forces in play and how it’s not every young person. But when it’s not the direct topic, people make sweeping cranky statements that are the age equivalent of “Ugh, men!” or “Ugh, the straights!”

I agree: objectively, young people don’t deserve all this blanket blame. OTOH, all the people bitching didn’t deserve all the harassment they’ve suffered, and overly general salty statements are a fact of life on social media. I’m not holding my breath for this pattern to improve any time soon.

I say 20-somethings because, in my experience, a lot of this is 20-somethings and not people younger than that. Tumblr discourse and a fair quantity of twitter discourse is a bunch of 25-year-olds fighting with a bunch of 35-year-olds. Or a bunch of 22-year-olds fighting with 27-year-olds. It’s old vs. young, but it’s not even all that old or all that young. I assume the actual kiddos are off fighting with each other on Amino or something.

People can be dumbasses, including about history, at any age. (Try asking your average person lecturing about strikethrough literally anything about anime fanworks fandom history...)

[fever-dreamer97]

Let’s Try This Again

Chapter 3: Pride Can Make Regret

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"Damnit! I never got to finish! Do you think Aizawa-sensei might give us some free time in homeroom?" Denki whined at Hanta while Mina kept her eyes on her phone, her thumbs rapidly texting non-stop.

"Dude, just jump into that grave already..." Eijirou says, leaning forward around Hanta to talk with Denki.

Eventually, the group left the coffee shop and is now walking side-by-side up the pathway to their school's entrance. The majority of them didn't notice Katsuki's change of behavior when he returned with his coffee. They assumed he was probably annoyed and pissed off with their romance discussion and criticizing his love life that he didn't want to fool with them anymore.

Now, Kirishima Eijirou wasn't the smartest guy in the world. His grades were okay at best, and he is a bit slow on the uptake when it comes to reading the room. But Eijirou knew Katsuki the best. After all, the guy was like a brother to him.

He has seen Katsuki through his best and his worst in just this last year, likewise for Katsuki witnessing his moments. As a man, he must make sure his friends are okay. So while the group chatted mindlessly, Eijirou tries to keep a close eye on Katsuki.

But although he is worried about him, Eijirou doesn't want to pry and make Katsuki shut down even more than he already has. All he could do right now is just let Katsuki come to him...which for all Eijirou knows, could take three months. Thank goodness when it comes to either one of his friends, Eijirou has a patience level that a saint could envy.

The gang finally makes their way through the front doors and split off to their lockers. Eijirou and Katsuki are only a couple of doors down from each other, so he jumps at the one-on-one opportunity to talk with his best friend.

"Oi, Bakugo. If you need to talk or anything, just let me know, bro," He says as the both of them open their lockers. He watches Katsuki tense up before he puts on a scowl.

"Hah? What the hell are you talking about, dumbass?" He snaps.

"Just wanted to offer. You seem a bit...unhinged since the shop."

"...Shut up," Katsuki says. He takes off his outdoor shoes and puts them inside his locker before slamming it shut with more force than needed. He then drops his indoor shoes to the ground and slips them on his feet. He still keeps his gaze on the floor as he walks away and leaves Eijirou behind.

Eijirou half-heartedly sighs before he switches out his shoes and follows suit behind Bakugo. All he could do is throw the line and hope the fish takes the bait at this point.

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Here's the one thing about Class 2-A: They are closer than just high school students who happen to be in the same class. Each of them has a special bond in one way or another. All of the guys get along with each other, and all of the girls see each other as sisters. They never really have any ill-will or tension in this tight-knit class.

Well, except there was their classmate, Mineta Minoru. He kept harassing and being disrespectful to the girls in the class by making sexist or perverted comments and trying to peek up their skirts when he had the chance. Due to that, he wasn't very popular with the rest of the class. But otherwise, the class were very caring of each other.

"Attention everyone! Homeroom will start in five minutes! Be sure to have all of your materials ready and finish all discussions as quickly as possible!" announced class president Iida Tenya as he stood with authority at the front of the class at the teacher's podium, doing his signature air hand-chops.

Everyone doesn't pay mind to his declaration and carry-ons with their conversations.

Katsuki feels a stab of irritation at Four-Eye's loud nagging but doesn't yell back. He just wants to get this school day over with and go home. Thank fuck that he has gym today because he gravely needs to let off some steam. Hopefully, he gets to work with the heavy bag today, so when he pummels it, he can imagine it being that pathetic shitstain. Fucking bastard can burn in hell.

"Hai, hai, Tenya-Kun. Be sure to do so as well." Round Face fondly says as she sits with her friends, Asui and Tooru, and they all giggled at the president's overdramatic antics. Katsuki's sneer grows darker at her words and affectionate tone.

Ochako and Tenya have been dating around the start of last fall, and the two are still in their honeymoon phase. Katsuki gets disgusted by their displays on a regular daily basis. They weren't that extreme due to Tenya's mindset of 'keeping inappropriate conduct outside of the classroom.'

Instead, they were those subtle, little quips like nicknames for each other, playing with each other's hair when they thought no one was looking, or holding hands underneath tables. For some reason, Katsuki's gut burned when he would see them doing these types of things. Why? He doesn't know. He just hated it. So when it happens, he makes a point to call them out on it. But right now, he just wanted to be left alone.

"ALRIGHT! CLASS WILL NOW START! EVERYONE TAKE YOUR SEATS!" Tenya yells from the front of the class.

"Dude, we've been over this since last year. You're the only one still standing..." Hanta comments. Most of the class nods in agreement, each of them in their assigned seat.

Tenya tenses up and curses under his breath before he rushes back to his desk. He mutters under his breath, feeling slightly embarrassed at his overzealous display.

Katsuki hears Ochako laughs with a softness that makes his insides clench together. He watches from the corner of his eye over at her and Four-Eyes as she reaches up from her desk to rub at his back. Tenya relaxes under her touch and softly smiles before she takes her hand back and sits down at her desk again.

Damnit, why the fuck does that one moment make Katsuki want to punch the fucking wall in? How in the hell can someone get joy from that? It was just a fucking touch on the back. Tch, whatever.

Just then, the classroom doors open up, and there walks in a man with long black hair, slight stubble, and irritated eyes. "Good morning..." he lazily drawls, making his way to his podium. "Good morning, Aizawa-sensei!" Most of the class chimes out.

"Ah, good. It took you no time at all to shut up. Now, stay that way for roll call."

At that, Katsuki moves his gaze to look outside of the window next to his desk and immediately thinks back again from this morning and that pathetic, greasy weasel.

Back when we were nine, he told some girl to go off herself and you know what? She disappeared the very next day! Weird, right?

Maybe she actually went and did what he said? It wouldn't surprise me, I mean he did bully and beat her up every single day...

Maybe you should do all of us a favor and make it permanent. Just head on up to the roof and take that one-step shortcut. It would help all of us if you just didn't exist!

Katsuki just keeps his gaze on the blowing trees outside of the window.

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Deku was true to her word. Her desk was empty and nobody batted an eye at her absence. They all just chatted among themselves about random topics like last's night homework, movies, video games, and other things. Katsuki didn't pay mind to any of it, even with his lackeys chirping around him like birds.

Damn that Deku. How dare she talked back to him like that yesterday? Once she's back tomorrow, he'll have to strengthen her back out again. She'll know better than to look down on him.

But then out of nowhere, a group of girls walks up to his desk. "Neh, Bakugo-san, is it true what you said to Deku yesterday?" one of them asks.

A chill went down his spine at the question, but he plays it off as cool. "Yeah, so what? Not like she doesn't deserve it. That loser should have never existed in the first place. I just gave her some friendly advice."

Why did it feel like knives digging into his skin with every word he says? The girls slightly gasped before they mutter among themselves. Katsuki's lackeys tense up with the topic before they laugh uncomfortably at their leader's words.

"When she comes back tomorrow, she'll know where her place is again, Katsuki." One of them states. Katsuki smirks. "I know that, you idiot. No one talks back to me and gets away with it. Especially that pathetic, useless Deku!" He laughs. The group of girls giggles before they take their leave.

"Alright! Time to sit down and be quiet!" The teacher suddenly yells.

All of the nine-year-olds get into their seats as roll call was taken. Katsuki just taps his fingers impatiently at the monotone voice. Soon enough, the roll call was finished. But before they started their school day, the teacher looked slightly gloomy and said that he had an announcement to make.

"Eh...I don't know if any of you already know this, but as of today, Midoriya-san will no longer be a classmate of ours."

Katsuki's heart stops at the words. His now wide eyes snap to the teacher in disbelief. What did he just say? Some slightly gasp in disbelief as well over the news.

"It seems that...well, actually I'm not at liberty to say why she is no longer here, but just wanted to let you know in case some of you were fond of her. Very sad, but she will be missed. Okay, now get out your workbooks and turn to page 34."

At those words, Katsuki just felt colder and colder with how he phrased the explanation. Not at liberty to say could mean something too dire for a child to know...oh God, no. Katsuki's heart beats faster and faster at the thought.

Around him, his classmates appear to have the same line of thought as they whisper among themselves and frantically looking over at him.

"Do you think she-“

"She might have!"

"I mean, he did tell her, right?"

"I heard him tell her to do it!”

"Whoa, Katsuki killed Izumi."

That last statement shattered something inside him and Katsuki could no longer think or act clearly.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S GONE?! WHERE DID SHE GO?!" He screams before getting up and slamming his hands down on the desk.

The teacher was taken back by this display and quickly melts into an expression of anger.

"Mr. Bakugo, you calm down this minute before I send you to the principal's office. Do not ever raise your voice at me in my classroom." He reprimands.

Katsuki clicks his tongue before pressing him more. "Why is she gone? Huh? Where did that loser go?"

The teacher just sighs before giving him a downcast look. "I understand that you're upset about your friend, but let's not speak ill-will towards her okay? As her reasoning, I already told you. I'm not at liberty to say. And to be honest, it's probably best for you if you don't know why."

"But-"

"Mr. Bakugo! Don't make this harder on yourself. Sit down!"

Katsuki just drops back into the chair and burns his desk with his stare.

There's just no way. There's just no way. There's just no way. Tears slightly burn into the back of his eyes. No, no, no. The judgemental stares of the class drill into Katsuki as the whispers continue around him.

"Mr. Bakugo? Do you need to go to the bathroom and collect yourself?" The teacher offers.

Katsuki doesn't answer but keeps his eyes, now dripping with tears, on the desk.

"Mr. Bakugo? Mr. Bakugo? Bakugo? Bakugo..."

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"BAKUGO!"

Katsuki snaps back to the present at Aizawa's rare loud voice. He looks away from the window to see everyone staring confusedly at him and Aizawa looking irritated.

"Welcome back. When I say your name, answer me. I don't get paid to watch you daydream."

Katsuki blinks before his cheeks turn slightly red at the embarrassment.

"Tch. Whatever."

Aizawa rolls his eyes and continues the rest of the roll call without any more issues. Katsuki bits his lip as he tries to will his embarrassment down.

"Psst!" He suddenly hears.

He looks over to the noise, which came from none other than Shitty Hair. He gives a look to Katsuki that says 'let's talk at lunch.'

Katsuki grits his teeth but doesn't stop his rough nod at Eijirou. He needs to talk to somebody about this before he runs headfirst into a brick wall.

Now, he's praying that the heavy bag will be up for grabs today.

[naturaldisasterfanfiction]

14. Part 4

Robyn moved back from me and moved away, watching her walk around the kitchen counter, I hate to see this. I hate to see Robyn upset “I am ok” she said but her voice could barely say those words, I am so sad for her, I hate to hear things like that. I am damaged goods but she is also damaged in her own way, and I can imagine that has stemmed from me or better yet her dad “try telling yourself that, I came here for you Robyn because I felt your unhappiness. I didn’t like that you were feeling that way, that you were saying those words. I mean everything” Robyn grabbed a paper towel, wiping her tears “your duffle bag is in my room, can you pick up my paper plate. We can talk in my room” nodding my head, picking up the paper plate “I can go to a hotel after” Robyn laughed “you’re funny, you’re just saying words now. You want some water to take up with you?” she asked, nodding my head as I waited with the cake in hand “god” Robyn breathed, watching her open the fridge door “what a mess, I mean what did I expect? Perfect, I am not that lucky in life am I” walking slowly over to her “let me hold one of the bottles for you Robyn” grabbing one of the bottles from her “thank you, and you can sleep on the floor of my room” she kicked the fridge door shut, feeling my phone ringing in my pocket “you want to get that?” she asked, shaking my head walking behind her “I am going to bed Mel” Robyn announced “mhmm, Chris following behind you like a pet animal. I see how it is” Mel got jokes “don’t get a beating from Monica, gag her” Robyn isn’t saying anything at all, but Mel is just saying words.

Whoever is ringing me, is not stopping at all. Grabbing my phone from out of my pocket “what are you doing awake?” Royalty ringing me out of the blue, she didn’t pick up before “I woke up, I had a bad nightmare” why is the women in my life like this, I have two upset women in my life, and then me. I am mentally unstable “aw no, you know what I do when I have a bad nightmare?” Robyn’ room here is nice “what?” watching Robyn throw the pillow on the floor, she is playing thinking I am sleeping there “nothing really, I was trying to be the concerning parent” I laughed, Royalty laughed in my ear “I am going to mommy’ room, you didn’t send me a selfie dad. I sent you one!” she did, I don’t remember “I didn’t see it, I will send one after. You got your soccer game coming up, see I remember. I am not that bad” she always thinks I am forgetful “you are forgetful and old dad” rolling my eyes “you go and annoy your mother, I am busy right now” I rather she do just that “you keep saying busy��� moving my phone back from my ear, putting it on speakerphone “what did you say?” I missed it “your hearing is going dad, I said you are always busy. Why? You do nothing all day” that is cheeky “I do things ok; I am just extra busy doing nothing now” taking the selfie before Royalty harasses me even more “and aye, stop commenting on my pictures. You asked for me to put the comments back on, and you kept saying am I home. Stupid butt, there I sent it now. Why do you like doing this” taking it off speakerphone “so I can see your face and know you’re ok, I am at mommy’ room now so bye!” she put the phone down, I sighed out “she is special” I mumbled “why you say that?” Robyn asked “if she sends me a selfie, I have to send one back. It’s weird, she is weird” I laughed locking my phone “I don’t know why she wants to see your face anyways” Robyn said, she is rude.

I like that Robyn is cool with me speaking to Royalty on the phone, it doesn’t phase her at all “you really wanted that cake huh?” Robyn nodded eating the cake, she finished off what she is doing “emotionally depressed, best thing” she lifted the paper plate up at me, she got a point “that is what I don’t like to hear, first the bad dream and now this. I don’t know, I can’t say what will happen. I didn’t really see pregnancy as such a dangerous thing till now” Robyn sat on the edge of the bed “because you actually care for the person that is giving birth Chris, that is the difference but I have spoken to my mom. I said to her that if anything like that happens, I want my baby to be with her father” I hate this conversation “no, she would be better here” I don’t want this conversation right now “I can’t look after a baby Robyn, my mom does it for me! I don’t want a baby without you. You think I would care. Why speak on something that won’t happen” it’s true it won’t “stop predicting shit that can happen, be truthful with me right now. It kills me to think of it but with how shit my luck is, it may happen, and I do not want my daughter being lost. Be truthful with me, please use your heart and tell me what would you do knowing me? Knowing what I would want” shaking my head putting my head down “my life would be ruined if that happened to you, it would be my fault and then everyone would blame me for it. I know it” looking up at Robyn, she knows I am right that is why she is looking at me in sadness “my mom said she would promise me that it would be taken care of and that if I wanted that, she would make it happen. Look I am just saying, stop being blind” rubbing my hands together “I would move here, I think I know you would be smiling to know she is being bought up in your home country, can we drop it now? Because you’re still going to be here stressing me out” Robyn cooed out “ok, least I know but that is cute, you know me well. We will drop it but I am being deadass, I will haunt you if you go back to drugs and be a deadbeat to my daughter” nodding my head “promise I won’t” I think she would do just that to me.

Robyn finished the cake, I thought I would let her enjoy herself “I was speaking to Jahleel” placing the water bottle between my legs “you the only one to say his name, call his dumbass Ja but was he nice to you?” nodding my head “he said a lot, he is real. He is really wanting you to be happy, he said you have been unhappy for far too long. You froze your eggs?” Robyn looked a little shocked “he said that to you, uh yeah” watching her open the water bottle “why?” I questioned, I mean I kind of get it but I don’t “because I am getting old, I was not having sex with anybody. I didn’t just want anybody even if I was having sex, nobody I knew. I was scared that I wasn’t going to have a baby to call my own, I was not a woman anybody wanted to call wife or baby mother clearly. I think what hurt me, I never wanted his baby anyways, we spoke on it, but I mean that was me speaking on it. But Hassan really just put me down to where I thought wow, I am not a decent person at all, he would use condoms and act like I have some disease and before we split he kind of made it like I am not good enough to be a wife, and I have generally thought that of me. Sex me and that is it, but what does the world know. So, I froze them, waited it out and I was going to get a sperm donor and hide” Robyn drank her water “well I mean I don’t think I am really, I am not worthy of taking me home to your mother, because she will just be like oh Rihanna, the girl that has no clothes on, I have been put down. It’s not perfect and it hurts, my friends around me have all gotten married and it’s just what it is” she shrugged “but you are worthy of that Robyn, you are worthy of everything, to be a wife. These men don’t deserve you anyways, you are good enough, I know that men like you. I hate it, I get jealous” Robyn laughed “they want to fuck me Chris” she put her head down “I wasn’t good enough for you Chris and I am not bringing the past up but it’s the truth, because I am not the best looking girl like everyone seems, my forehead is huge and I do hate at times, my nose is big, I am thicker. People say I look like an auntie and it’s just what it is. I wasn’t good enough for you back then, you still sought other women, I was faithful to you and you cheated on me then, and you had two women when I got with you again. So, when you say I am worth it, I am not Chris. I just think, you love me, but you just can’t help yourself but see other beautiful women that can please you and are better than me. Men just let me down” putting my head down, how can I say she is wrong when I did constantly just cheat.

Looking up at Robyn “I just always wanted that happy ending for me, I just craved it and it hurt me when it got to a point where I knew I wouldn’t get it but who thinks that of me. I am Rihanna, I shouldn’t have these issues, but I do, I have been let down every single time. And even now, I am having my baby and now Rorrey, he is just letting me down. I just want what every single girl wants, and I don’t see it” getting up from the seat, I hate when she cries “come on Robyn, I am stupid. I wasn’t thinking of anything but myself, first time I was being a stupid boy, second I was more into my drugs and now I see clear. I have always loved you Robyn, I know I fucked up but I have never stopped loving you” holding Robyn’ arm, she got up from the bed and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her as close to me as possible, without hurting her. I rubbed her back, and kissed her forehead “I am sorry Robyn, you have been let down a lot” Robyn cried into my chest, her cries being muffled. I continued to hug her, feeling my tee get damp from the tears “I promise I am going to prove you will get that trust me” her crying died down a little. When it did, I pulled away from her. Robyn kept her head down; she didn't want me to see her like this.

I lifted her chin with my hand so that I could see her face. Her makeup was smudged from the tears, and her eyes are bloodshot red “you have done so much for others, people don’t see it or know or will even understand. To see you this vulnerable hurts my heart it does, I am so happy god has bought us back together. From afar I have always wanted you back, commenting on your posts and trying to get your attention, you were not having it and I get it. I hurt you so much, standing here hearing what you are saying. You right, I strayed away when you were faithful to me, but I do want to make it right, I really do Robyn. And I want this to be different for me, for us” touching her bump “like I have always been ready for this” tucking her hair behind both of her ears “you are beautiful, you are worth it. You are worth to be someone’s wife, and I want you. That is it for us, it’s always going to be me and you because we have that bond. I want the best for you, I want to make shit I did wrong, right. I want that happiness; I want to be with you Robyn. You said it’s about you and I and I am your happiness; this is why you smile when I am around. I can’t force you to do anything, but you said it’s about you, then let’s make it about you Robyn. Look I want to marry you” I just said it, I am just going around in circles “what?” Robyn said in shock a little “why date? What is the point, we have done this for years! We don’t need anything else; I will never do anything to upset you Robyn. This is it for me, for us. Marry me, wait sorry” rushing to my duffle bag.

I forgot the ring, I got her this ring “my second engagement ring to you, I will do it properly for you” getting down on one knee “marry me Robyn, I want to grow old with you. I am a crazy nigga with bipolar and I have grande ideas, but this is one of my best ideas ever. Because even if you don’t want me, I will be around you for eighteen years of her life, I will be there and you and I both know what we are like together, let me make you my wife because you are worth it Robyn. How many more years are we going to waste, let’s forget the world and do us” Robyn’ lower lip quivered, I am here sweating and a little nervous but adrenaline is getting me through this “no nigga would fly across just because you was sad, no matter the bad there was a lot of good in us” Robyn breathed out but it was more of a sob “just you and I?” she said “just you and I, I want to do this properly. You drive me crazy but it’s not a bad thing. You believe in me, also you believe that my knees have no feelings because a nigga just been like this for so long” Robyn laughed “ok, yes. Yes, I will” I gasped “really?” I feel choked up “you right, you can’t let me down” I was quick to place the ring on her finger before she changed her mind and getting up “you really want to marry me” I didn’t think I would cry but I am “I love you Chris” hugging Robyn “thank you for believing in me, I love you so much” clenching my eyes shut as tears fell.

[thelostandforgottenangel]

Good Morning everyone! I'm back!

 I am happy to say that it is over, any reported harassment's against me were investigated; I had to send so much crap in and was told to wait; I was not guaranteed anything but it is luckily over and I can move past that and enjoy my followers and dear Tumblr family once again

Thank you for the few who gave me the support; I did get the messages whoever you are, I really would like to put a face to them but will not post them publicly to keep everyone safe. 

Now I want to take this time to apologize to everyone for whatever I did because for the two people I had contact with talked me out of a very permanent plan to officially leave here if I lost my page after many years of being able to confide in people who cared and built me up because this is my safe zone; my safe haven away from my reality which I do need my escape to forget for just a second. 

Returning to Tumblr after a forced hiatus, I was just happy to be back and check on my loved ones; getting my new phone in and finally having access to the internet again had me so happy until I got a message I did not fully understand

Now I had just returned; I had no clue what was going on when this happened and, yes, it upset me deeply to be delighted to talk to somebody I considered a friend and instead while replying to ask how they were doing wanting to be sure they were okay ((Understanding the person had been having troubles before I vanished I was looking in on a friend)) before the chat showed they had blocked me right after

Like everyone on here except one person; there is no way to contact me if I go missing. If I am not here due to I either: 1.) not having internet thanks to the person in control of it or 2.) functioning with a broken phone meaning - I did not get updates unless it was somebody who knew who to contact

I had no other way of reaching out since the friend is no longer active here after leaving months ago.

I had no clue what was transpiring and, Lexi, who anyone who has followed me since the beginning, is my lovely Anonymous penpal who sends me writing ideas for stories and the only real reason I left anonymous asks active because she, like me, suffers from extreme anxiety was trying to boost positivity for me because she understood my situation and the place I am in

I understand now she contacted a lot of people looking for me because; my anon messaging was finally turned off weeks before I left right after I stood up to my bully – I am sorry for that I did not get to say goodbye to anyone because it happened without warning and to those who knew what was going on I knew you would understand, and I know I worried a few people, it was never my plan to be such an inconvenience 

Now at some point in the last few days, I had a dear friend send me some things in a submission that I never saw and wish I never had, thankfully; I know now, and for the sake of their sanity and to keep from adding any more drama or toxic actions to our wonderful fandom, they will remain unnamed because I do not want them catching any hate

Nobody here deserves hate.

So I will not be posting the original nor will I release the creator's name; this was a problem between us it stays between us because I do not wish ill on you; I hope you are successful and are having no more issues, I know returning to my page and not seeing any anon hate in my box after ten days is very refreshing for a change

I have seen everything said about me in three possibly four separate posts since it was all sent to me as one with little separations in-between, and I’m okay with it; I guess I have to accept this is how you feel I have nothing else to say on the matter

What you are saying is fine; I’m not going to let it get me, that is your opinion, and as human's, we are all allowed to have an opinion 

Now, I don't know if you will see this, but I don’t think you are crazy in any way; I think you are intelligent and you have a huge heart; in our IM's you told me about your disorder also about you mental problem and like I said there I still understand; it runs in my family and, thankfully it bypassed me; but I still have compassion for those battling mental illnesses since I do have a few myself

I didn’t know about the ask you got until you mentioned it before I returned, and since mentioned by my best friend that she got one too earlier in the day I already knew who you were talking about

I had just seen it when I got blocked, and I didn’t fully get to read it until this morning when I was finally able to log on, and yes, I privately told you who that anon was because I had told her what a sweet person you were encouraging her to friend you, I have no idea how I lied but it is okay too

I was not here for those hate messages nor was I involved in anything I get too much hate daily when I am here to even dream of sending it but, nobody will believe me except anyone who has ever interacted with me

In your post, you warned people about three of those five people (Again; the ones I know about will not be named) 

I only tried to interact once with your Raph; the response was enough to discourage me from ever trying again; you were stressed I got that because of everything going on I can only imagine you felt like it was an attack, I did not want an RP I just needed somebody to talk to that night, and, for once I didn't go directly to private messages as I do with everyone, that was my fault so I deserved the blow up even if I did not know about that RP until you explained. I apologized, profusely because I felt bad for bringing up – it was to talk, something many know I am not good at, I didn’t know the subject would hurt you; we had never interacted but you had offered to interact with me at one time if I needed you and trying to heal I attempted to reach out on the only thing I had seen on your page a long time ago

I don't get to RP for me haven't for a long while now, but I try to make others happy

But I am sorry I made an effort to reach out; you didn't need that

So if you are in the TMNT fandom, please be cautious because I only seem cause problems for the people I care for

You blocked me, you have your reasons, and yes, I do respect them and, after this post, it is in the past; I hope you are doing and getting along well

And guys, I can’t and will not give the name of this person or do it privately because I don’t want them catching any hate, but please, by all means, if you ever find their blog follow them; they are so talented and deserve so much love from this fandom

Lastly, while I will be staying on Tumblr because I do not want to leave any of you, I will be making several changes to my several pages soon to make sure this never happens again and to all my followers; I love you guys, and for that, I will no longer be posting struggles on here anymore even though I only gave you guys a penny in a 10-gallon bucket because I needed comfort that was too much; my problems are my burden, not yours; and I can not say how sorry I am that I ever put that on any of you

Nobody needs to know what their friends are dealing with when we come here to be happy because it is too much to put on anyone not personally dealing with it, so you will only see the sadness in my stories and only see the struggle in my art 

My ask box will be open; anon will alternate day to day but, any hate I hope not to see will be deleted immediately; if your face is on the lovely message; you will be blocked right there just like the last 12 people since quarantine started for me in February

Also, while I am still here *this is a scheduled post it is 4 a.m. my time will post, hopefully after I am asleep cause my sleep schedule is grossly off* I do not want ANY hate streaming from this post, I know my followers will not do that to anyone; this is just me getting it out of my system 

We are breaking the chain of toxicity right here! We were not meant to be friends in this lifetime but maybe the next

Tumblr, at one point, was always a beautiful, safe place for many of us who needed a way out of our situations; and when I joined in 2014 as a supernatural blog I was run off, then I came back again in 2016 for TMNT and found my family some of us just wanted a place to be us; to not be judged for who we were, it needs to go back to that for all of its members soon.

We have already lost way too many wonderful creators from here let's not lose any more

And if you have noticed a difference in the last three months, mostly pertaining to my writing; I downloaded Grammarly and started taking classes with my old English teacher on ZOOM who, bless her heart, had to deal with my dumbass in school because I suck at punctuality.

I was very self-conscious about admitting that, but somebody reminded me there is no shame in learning something again and I have been working hard

[yourdeepestfathoms]

A message from an irl friend of Lizzie....

Do you people know what it’s like being approached by a close friend who’s sobbing during lunch? It’s terrifying and the reason behind it is fucking disgusting.

Some of you have real balls to go out and harass and make fun of Lizzie. There are so many things, I’ve dug deep and I already know a lot of shit- I remember. I so much to say and even then I don’t think it’ll get all my anger out.

1. One of the biggest things I’ve heard is how Lizzie is writing all her content about real people. News flash, dumbasses, they’ve been dead for well over five hundred years! It’s so much different with living people, but these guys are all very much dead. I specifically remember someone once getting mad at Lizzie for using Hamilton as an example, but like?? She’s not wrong? There are TONS of other book, movie, musical, TV show fandoms that have content about real people. Hamilton, Lizzie, The Tudors, Merlin, The Crucible, the fucking Fate Series! Lizzie has stated this before but, yeah, the Fate series is a big one! It’s about real historical figures being summonsed to fight in a war. There’s King Arthur, Mordred, Jack The Ripper, Alexander The Great, Leonardo Da Vinci, Gilgamesh, fucking William Shakespeare! But nobody has ever said anything about that!

2. Lizzie never had “multiple offenses” as I once saw before (yeah, fuckwads, I remember that). The only thing I can think of that she has genuinely done wrong was the whole dark humor incident back in, what, June? However, she addressed it maturely, apologized, and stopped. Don’t you dare count the ADD!Maggie drama because she never did anything wrong there. You people were just pissy with her projection. Then there was the stupid bullshit that happened over Labor Day. You people really harassed her because she didn’t add a “read more” huh? God that just pisses me off.

Lizzie told you people why she couldn’t add it. She was on vacation for Labor Day weekend. And, sure, maybe she should have waited, but she put TWs in both the beginning and tags. She ALWAYS DOES. She always goes out of her way to warn people because she genuinely cares about her readers and their safety. She would never go out of her way to hurt anyone. And scrolling past the story is very much possible. If you can’t handle it, don’t fucking read it. Don’t look through the story just to make yourself sick so you can have a reason to verbally abuse a sixteen year old girl. Grow a pair and learn how to scroll, you pussies.

However, it doesn’t end there! Things have been spiraling since then, and has finally reached the peak!

3. And now my next point: Lizzie’s dark form of writing. THERE’S NOTHING FUCKING WRONG WITH IT. And it gives you no right to HATE her for it!

What is your people’s problem with Lizzie’s form of writing? There’s nothing wrong with her writing morbid topics. She’s said multiple times that it comes naturally to her, it feels right, and you people are trying to make her feel alienated just for doing things differently than others. Who fucking cares? If you can’t handle it, DON’T READ IT. Nobody is making you. It’s not for everyone.

And if the writing is so dark it makes you feel sick, that says a lot. Do you know how much talent it takes to get someone to feel nauseous because of a bunch of words on a screen? That takes a lot of skill.

Back to my point, though, so many people write dark shit, Lizzie just might be the only one in the Six fandom. Nobody goes after Stephen King for his books. Nobody goes after the writers of Tusk and The Human Centipede. So leave Lizzie alone.

Now, one thing I saw was people attacking Lizzie for writing self harm, but if you go on AO3 and look up “self harm” you will find a grand total of 44,235 stories with that topic in them. So if you’re going to harass Lizzie, go and harass them, too. Oh, but you won’t. Because you only want to hurt Liz.

That leads me to another point. Lizzie may write the darkest in the Six fandom, but there are other heavy fics for the the musical. There’s one about Anne having an eating disorder, you know, the mental illness has had statistically killed the most people. There are multiple stories about Aragon self harming. But none of you stupid fucks care because the people who write those stories are bigger, more popular blogs.

See, that’s the thing. The big blogs are treated like literal gods. Nobody ever calls them out on the dark stuff they write. And the only blogs I’ve seen harassing Lizzie are more well known, meaning people are only hearing the bullshit they’re spewing. This is why half of the damn fandom is misinterpreted. You people can’t care about learning the other side of the story, you don’t try to talk to Lizzie about it because making your callout posts, you just want to go for the throat and drag this LITERAL CHILD to the ground.

It’s just fucking sick. Everyone doing this are absolutely disgusting. What gives you the right?

And it makes it even worse that everyone who has hurt her only owns up to what they’ve done AFTER she says she’s having suicidal thoughts. Because you all KNOW what you’ve done. You KNOW that you have made a mistake. And you think you can fix it with just a few words? Even the whole fucking fandom doesn’t do anything to stop this UNTIL it all goes to shit and Lizzie has reached her breaking point! You people could have done anything and yet you did NOTHING. And if I lose my best friend because of it, there will be hell to pay. I will find every single one of you and fucking kill you.

You all deserve to burn in hell.

My best friend’s blood is on your hands. I’m hope you’re really fucking happy.

[polygamyff]

36. Part 2

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I can’t stop smiling “did I make your day? This really makes me happy to see you smile this much, you have done so much for me Robyn. This, like right now. This isn’t your issue or your fault, you didn’t need to stay here and look after me like a baby, you have a baby but here I am hindering you, I honestly can’t thank you enough, when I went through this it would be me alone, I never had an ulcer before but when I would have this, I would be alone. I would see nobody, I never do like seeing anybody. I look like this, I would call room service, tell them to leave the food outside, which I rarely ate anyways but when people would call I would say I’m out of the country, I just don’t like seeing people. I mean look at me” he laughed “but I just saw you doing all this for me, I was like I need to marry this woman. But honestly I do appreciate you, from the first time to now, you really rode for me and I do love you. Imagine that though, if I never pursued you and I near died then, I would be dead. You would have seen my name and then ingnored it thinking who this nigga” pulling a face holding his hand “don’t say that but you’re probably right, I would have saw and just ignored it but that also makes me sad. To think you was so alone, even being here the only person harassing me is Shawn, he is adamant to see you but I keep on saying no to him, that wife bitch would have been happy to know your died” I shuddered at the thought “and she still wouldn’t have got nothing, I did a prenup with her, you know her and Kellen fucked. We was generally doing our own thing, but then I found you and I don’t regret shit at all. Best ever” he’s so cute “well you got me now, I will always be here for you if you let me be there, you get some rest. You need to have a bath today too, then I will do your fingernails” leaning over and pressing a kiss to her lips “I love you” he said “your beard annoys my life” move off of the bed “I love you too” let me go and stare at my bags “oh can you get miss boo thang?” Pulling a face “who?” What is he on “the bear, I want it so I can hug it” my heart fell, my baby, I love him so much “let me go and get it” making my way out, my baby wants the bear. I swear he pulls on my heartstrings every time, seeing the bear on the couch. My baby wants it, he actually likes it “I’m back” running back in the bedroom “boo thang ok? I like it, I want it in bed with me, she is cute” holding it out to him “thank you Bonita, she can lay on my chest” I chuckled “rest up” I love him, he means so much to me.

I love how Ally has set this out, she has matched up the shoes and bags, I am here for it. Getting my phone out from my pocket, I am going to put this on IG of course. Tapping on IG and then tapping the plus sign, pressing record. I am about to show off my bags, fuck these haters let them see what he got me. Slowly going along the line of bags I have got, I cannot believe I have near every fucking colour of Hermes bag, like what the fuck, this is amazing. Stopping the recording, muting the sound. I do not deserve that man at all, who does this for their girl, nobody. Captioning the video ‘Every colour of the Rainbow, and heels to go with. Thank you @MauriceDavenport, I love you X’ I know every bitch is going to hate, they going to hate me, pressing send on the video. He knows I love bags; I would wear just heels and be butt naked for him, I would suck him dry. I swear I need to get the chance to suck him dry because he deserves, you know what. I didn’t include the little bag, it’s Reign’ but I am going to post a picture because I am being selfish but how sweet is that, to think of his daughter like that. Walking over to the bag, aiming my camera to the bag and taking the picture, I must be the luckiest girl alive. Captioning the picture ‘Can’t forget Reign’ first Hermes bag, only the best for the heiress’ I cackled to myself, I cannot, because I am going to shake the fucking table, the table is being shook I don’t care. Pressing send on the picture, I swear he has really made me happy, I can’t thank him enough for this.

Reign is just placing the bag in her mouth, she doesn’t understand the worth at all and I am not amused so I will keep it until I feel she understand the worth of it “what are you like, if only you understood why mommy is so happy. Your dad really made me happy with bags, I can’t wait for us to be home, in an actual home” hearing my phone go off, the tone which meant it is a facetime call. Reaching behind me, grabbing my phone and seeing it’s Marquis “woah, ok. It’s grandad, what does he want” did I do something, accepting the facetime “oh look, Joy. It’s connected” old people and electronics “look it’s there” he said, I laughed “this is different?” I questioned “yes, we assumed you would be awake, we timed it with breakfast time for the hotel. I wanted to see my little valentines, how is she?” letting out an oh “here is me thinking you wanted to speak to me” I chuckled “Oh I do too, how is you and Maurice, both ok?” I feel like I made him ask now “he is getting there; he is ok and we are fine. He’s in my good books right now, but I am joking. Reign is here, she is doing tummy time, let me just sit her up. One moment” placing the phone down “come here, let’s place you on my lap and then we can see grandma and grandad” Reign was actually enjoying tummy time too, picking the phone up “look Reign, look who’s on there” she is busy looking at her toy on the floor “Reign, little princess it’s grandma baby hey!” Joy got in the camera, Reign soon looked at the phone “let me look woman” Marquis said, I have never seen this man smile so much, he is so happy to see Reign “my sweet grandbaby” Reign smiled, Marquis’ deep voice really made her smile “aww Marquis, she knows us” Joy said, quickly taking a screenshot because this is so cute “are you on the jet still?” I asked “we are, long way to Tokyo” I guess it is “can you tell Ally thank you, she will understand why” she really did what she did for him, it made him happy but also me and she didn’t have to do such a thing.

I am about to upset people today, I am in the mood for it because Tiffany posted her deformed bump, girl please. That child is nothing, fuck out of here with that. I am posting the screenshot because you can’t get any higher than this, Joy and Marquis look so happy and I kind of missed Reign smiling with the side of my ugly face but oh well, captioning the picture ‘Family meeting’ pressing send on the picture as I made my way to the bedroom “uh, Reign. Don’t be trying to snatch my phone now” locking my phone, pushing open the bedroom door “me and boo thang been waiting, what the hell? Reign you took ages!” Maurice held up the bear up, Reign got ever so excited “what on earth baby, dang. You going to give me bruises” she out here kicking her legs “we been waiting Reign; you took so long. I have been awake for ages” walking over to the bed “I think she is very excited to see you, how are you? Did you even sleep?” this girl is making the most amount of noise, acting like she doesn’t see him “she is not about to let me speak, are you ok to have her now? You know she could squash you” Maurice shuffled up on the bed “yeah, I am good. Reign, you got a new sibling. Mi Amor, I missed you too. I know, I know” Maurice took her from me “oh wow, Reign. The love, I feel it” she really missed him, her reaction is so adorable. She missed her dad a lot, hugging him back too “Mi amor, no he estado bien, I am sorry” poking my lips out “she missed you Maurice, you need to start thinking of her when you being a dumbass” my poor daughter.

He is really so goofy, I can watch him all day with her “no Reign, we have to be kind. no escuchas baby. Look, aww” he hugged the bear, Reign just didn’t find it amusing “now you do it, you be nice. Look awwww” he placed the bear on her shoulder, Reign grabbed the bear and is using it as a rag doll “it’s good that she can sit up, with support that is” I said “yeah, it’s better” Maurice took the bear from her, he held it to his ear “aww no, boo thang don’t like you so sorry Reign. She is having to retire now, she is going say bye. Look bye” he used his free to wave at the bear and then placed it on the nightstand, Reign is looking to where he put it. She looked at Maurice and then let out a high pitch squeal “I missed your face so much, boo thang gone now. She needs to sleep so it’s just me and you Mi Amor” Maurice picked her up “I hope you been nice to your momma, she got to deal with me. You can’t be a diva too” Reign don’t be nice to anyone unless they got her bottle with them “y’all both are annoying by the way” walking around the bed, let me check my Instagram while they are playing. I have been really bad today, imagine if I tell Maurice what I been doing and saying, I am just in that mood to be annoying but it’s working, I mean come on. Why did that bitch post her pregnant fucking belly for what, my IG loaded up and there we have it, like girl no. Climbing onto the bed and shuffling over to him “wow, this is funny to me, she really hates me” I said aloud “who does?” Maurice asked “Tiffany, so like I’ve posted picture of what you got me and she posted an ugly ass baby bump picture and then I posted another screenshot of Reign on facetime with your parents, then she posts a picture and the cheek of her putting a wedding picture of her stating Mr and Mrs Davenport, like girl. Calm down” Maurice chuckled “you play too much, stop competing, she is angry, I mean what did you do really?” I shrugged “I think because I put Reign’ Hermes bag and said the best for the heiress?” Maurice shook his head “there you go” I rolled my eyes “give me your hand, now” I said “what?” Maurice pulled a face “I said” reaching over and grabbing his left hand closer to me “what are you doing now?” he is acting like he don’t know “actually, hold Reign’ hand” Maurice placed his hand over my phone screen “stop, we don’t need to prove anything to anyone. Social media is the devil. I hate it” he won’t let me be great “whatever” I mumbled.

It’s a little hard when I see his dick, I really want dick but I can’t “just be careful, let me help you lower yourself down” I don’t want his ulcer to get anything on it while he gets in the bathtub, this is so sexually annoying for me, I want dick, I want sex and I can’t. holding his arm as he placed his arm at the side and lowered himself in slowly “there we go, keep your foot out. Is it the right temperature for you?” he nodded his head “it’s so far down, Reign really took out of me you know. Are you annoyed with me, seems like you are?” shaking my head, sitting on the edge of the tub “no, I’m not, why would I be?” I hope he don’t think that I am “with the Instagram thing” letting out an oh “I just don’t think you need to prove anything when you have everything, they know what you got. Evil eye Robyn, people hate gives you evil eye. My grandma told me that, evil eye. When I did see her, people see and they don’t like it and envy it, that just brings bad vibes. She said to me, and it’s funny. She said Marquis got evil eye, and I did too. I goes it’s what is in the genes, but she calls it that and at times I do believe her. Hate is no good, we don’t need it Robyn. We don’t need to prove anything; I just want to get better. For you, for Reign, for my parents. People like Tiffany and that family, they wish I die, they will assume what I am doing, they will think where have I gone, they will love to see me like this, look at me. Do I look good? I look bad, I only got you here with me, that is it. That is because I love you and I only accept you to see me like this, you think I am happy I am tired from playing with my daughter. It’s hard, I don’t need people wishing shit on me even more, I don’t want anything more happening to my family. I just don’t want you to feel I am angry with you, or that you are upset with me. They don’t deserve to know anything; odd picture here and there is fine. I have a hateful family when the cameras are away, and my grandma she was good, but she was resentful to her sons unless they was the boss of the company, this is why she said we was cursed. I am sorry if I upset you, but they don’t deserve anything from us” nodding my head “I am not upset with you, just I wanted to annoy her even more. But I do understand, I always do find your life so interesting. The way you grew up, I get it and you are right” maybe I was getting too into being revengeful, they don’t deserve to know my life.

[lightningfilledsaber]

Simple. ACCUSING someone of rape doesn't automatically make them a rapist. And Melanie never said anywhere she assaulted Timothy. Her saying they both agreed to something doesn't mean it's rape, it's conformation they were intimate because they both consented. I don't get why you guys continue to try to twist her words but refuse to acknowledge that there is proven evidence that Timothy made false statements about everything. Believing the first person to speak without proof is ignorant/harmful.

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[Image description, a cropped image of a billboard article about Timothy Heller's accusations against Melanie Martinez. The text reads: On Monday (Dec 4), Heller posted a lengthy tweet in which she described a night during which she "repeatedly said no" to advances from her "best friend" Martinez, claiming she kept the secret for years and alleging that Martinez performed oral sex on her and used a sex toy without her consent. Martinez adamantly denied the claims, saying she was "horrified and saddened" by them and that "she never said no to what we chose to do together." End description]

Notice how Melanie specifically says "she never said no to what we chose to do together"? Rapists *love* to use language like that to shift the blame. She knows people are going to believe that there was in fact at least a time that she and Timothy were in a sexual situation, but saying "well she didnt say no" gives the illusion that consent was given. If Timothy did not give Melanie explicit, verbal consent, then what happened was without consent. Sexual acts without consent is rape, period.

But that's not what you want to hear, is it? You want to plug your ears and pretend that your fave couldn't *possibly* be a rapist. Someone who fetishizes childhood, mental illnesses, and even pedophiles and kidnapping couldn't *possibly* be a rapist. The "not all ____" argument is just a way to silence victims and survivors. You don't care about us. You don't even necessarily care about people who are falsely accused of rape. You just care about your ~fave~

You don't give a fuck about victims.

I'll take a wild fucking guess and assume what brought your shitty victim blaming, rapist defending ass to my inbox in the first place was my post right? Where I specifically said that people who accuse Timothy of lying are the same people who would accuse me of lying because I "didn't say no." You're that fucking person. You don't give a fuck about survivors. You don't give a fuck about victims. You care about defending a rapist who sexualizes childhood, and fetishizes mental illness and pedophiles and kidnapping and proceeded to make a "diss" track about someone she fucking raped.

Melanie doesn't need people to defend her. This hasn't negatively affected her at all! She has had no legal action taken against her, her music sales are most likely unaffected, dumbass people like you still worship the fucking ground she shits on. Timothy, however, has been so fucking violently harassed. A rape victim harassed for telling people she was raped. The fucking reason it took so long for her to say anything was because of the exact situation shes going through right now.

If I ever tried to come forward about my rapist --because I was sexually abused and raped for three years by my cousin by the way, dickhead-- I at best, wouldnt be believed, and at worst would be harassed and cut off from my own fucking family. I've *told* some of my family, and nothing has been done about it. Some of my family *knew* while it was fucking going on and nobody said shit about it. Do you know how horrible that is?? To have people turn away while you're being fucking abused and raped by someone you care about?? You don't, so shut the fuck up.

What is happening to Timothy right now, what you are contributing to, is horrible. Nobody deserves that. Melanie is a fucking rapist and you're another stupid fan defending her. So I'm gonna fucking say it again.

You don't fucking care about victims.

Edit: Show me this "proven evidence" btw I would love to see where the fuck you get "evidence" from something that wasn't recorded and that nobody else saw.

[feingeister]

David ghosted Matteo repeatedly and for several days. Did we forget how he sent him a really harsh text and stayed away for 14 days, all while Matteo was spiraling into depression? I can’t remember people bitching about him then as they do now about Matteo. They mostly felt sorry for him. If David didn’t accept that Matteo needs some time now, it would just make him look like a giant hypocrite.

(why are you sending this to me)

imsorry but these are COMPLETELY different situations. i feel very sorry formatteo that he’s been pushed away like that, it’s very unfair and he didn’t deservethat at all. but there is no way i would actually antagonize david for thatbecause i am in possession of thing called empathy. david had very, very goodreasons to stay away from matteo. we don’t quite know what happened to him, buthim changing schools right before abi exams and his living situation suggestthat he has been through quite some shit because he is trans. he changedschools because he needed to be in an environment where he could just existwithout having to justify his fucking existence to a bunch of entitledassholes. it’s very clear how important it was to him that nobody knew abouthim being trans, so he could get through the last few months of school withoutany unnecessary (and negative) attention.

unlike even (who I’m not blaming for anything, this isjust a comparison to make things clearer) he never promised matteo any kind ofrelationship and his first text to him wasn’t actually that bad. he decidedthat if he continued with this relationship (which is what matteo very cleary wanted), he would eventually have to tellmatteo about him being trans and he wasn’t comfortable with that. that is veryunderstandable and 100% justified, considering the transphobia he’s probablyfaced and will face again if he gets outed. 

of course that text hurt like a motherfucker formatteo, because he was with david and he’s not stupid, he could tell that davidreally, really liked him and he didn’t understand why he would push him awaylike that. which is why he went to davids house. david panicked bc 1. he’s notvery good at resisting matteo and 2. matteo came to demand an explanation thathe was not ready to give. so he sent a text that he knew would push him away.no it’s not fair to matteo but none of this is fair to david either. if youknow this there is literally no reason to be angry at david. this situationsucks for both of them.

NOW david finally put all of his cards on the table.he took a Huge. Fucking. Risk. just because he likes Matteo so much. listen. heturned his entire life around so he could exist somewhere where people wouldn’tknow he’s trans, so he wouldn’t have to face any bullshit anymore AND THEN HEGOES AND TELLS SOMEONE ANYWAY. i mean sure, he knows matteo and trusts him to adegree but he literally just gave him the power to destroy the new life that hebuild for himself. that is huge. please just take a second to think how scarythat must be for him. we KNOW how hard it is for david to open up and again,his reasons are very, very valid. 

and then matteo lets him walk out the door. he ignoreshim for like 4 days and doesn’t text him anything. his silence says “i’msorry i have to get over this first, but also you don’t know if i will get overthis at all.” what the fuck. david shouldn’t have to feel like his transness issomething that matteo needs to overcome, because it isn’t. he deserves to beloved and accepted immediately, without question. he doesn’t deserve to thinkfor several days, that matteo might reject and break up with him just becausehe is trans. he deserves to be angry at the world and at matteo, that himouting himself is “a bomb to drop on someone”. that it is a shock,something to process, something to think about first (for four fucking days, orprobably an entire week). david is just david and when he tells people aboutwho he is they need to work on accepting him first and he’s just supposed totake that in stride because “oh, its normal to be confused”. 

and yeah!! in our shit world i guess it is normal tobe confused. i guess on some level i understand that matteo needs time and thatis fine. he needs to understand first and that is what it is. but that doesn’terase the fact that hes hurting david and in this scenario his reasons aren’tvery good. his reason is that he’s a giant, uneducated dumbass. i’m pretty surei don’t agree with a lot of the writing decisions being made right now (we’llsee when this is all over), but ok! sure! matteo is scared of fucking thingsup, confused about his sexuality and his feelings for david. he gets to feelthat way. but david also gets to feel rejected, betrayed and hurt because onceagain he has to wait for people to fucking….. get over his transness beforethey can love him.

david can accept that people are shitty and thatmatteo needs time and at the same time he can be angry and frustrated thatmatteo IS leaving him hanging and making him feel like there is something wrongwith him. im not saying he should reject matteo forever and never forgive himbut it’s just not fair that he has to be patient, kind and accepting when he’sbeing treated like this.

ANYWAAAAYS, go do yourself a favor and look at thispost and go follow some people who can tell you about what it’s like to betrans way better than i ever could (but like. just listen and pls dont harass them lol)

[cs-discourse]

hi mewlin! (and everyone else)

ya girl flower over here, ready to take apart and commentate on your submitted post. I would send a personal message but I realized there are things I want to tell this whole community as well. anyway im gonna get started.

DISCLAIMER: I'm not transphobic and I don't support transphobia. I'm going to put it out there before someone comes in and claims those things.

"I have slightly changed my views since the original post about me was made. Was it because of you guys? Absolutely not, don’t even try and think that you’re that special, because you’re not. [...] You don’t deserve anything for the shit you’re doing here."

Do I agree that educating calmly is better than being hostile? Yes. Do I think harassing and wishing death upon anyone is valid? No. This is the perfect example of why telling someone off shouldn't be paired with harass/death-wishing sentiments. Imagine yourself being attacked in a situation and being told to "die along with your beliefs", would you want to listen to the other party? No, right? I mean, why the fuck would you listen to someone who told you you were a stupid dumbass shit who deserved to die, right? Mewlin literally didn't listen to us because she thought we were hostile (although Mewlin, did you really read all the comments on Bailey's post? I know some were less aggressive than others but I doubt you read any/all of them and made the quick assumption that everyone on the salt blog is a piece of shit or smth).

"I’ve seen on MULTIPLE occasions people say I’ve said trans people don’t deserve rights, and they deserve to die. I would apologize in an INSTANT if you guys found actual, legitimate proof of me saying that."

post/182851960423 was the closest I could find to screenshots of your transphobia. while yes, based on the screenshots you didn't say trans people don't deserve rights or deserve to die, these were still proof of transphobia. (I do also remember there was a scenario where someone said you would want to tell a couple that trans people didn't deserve right or smth? I can't find any post on it though so don't take my word for it, I'd love if anyone had screenshots in the event I wasn't dreaming)

also in a later paragraph you say "Have I ever personally, now take note of that word, PERSONALLY, attacked a transgender person?" Does that assume that you have actually attacked a transgender before, albeit not personally? maybe online or smth? hmmmm.

((soz i don't have anything on your second point about mentioning gays, so I can't say anything about it))

"You can say what you want, oh, you’re normalizing transphobia, oh, your opinions hurt people so you can’t have them, oh, this and that. Shut. The fuck. Up. If you seriously think a different opinion about you sensitive, sensitive ass trans people deserves getting death wishes and threats, then ALL of you need serious help. Serious. Help. You disgust me. I am. One. Single. Person. Who doesn’t understand transgenderism and is confused and slightly disturbed by it."

First of all, Mewlin I,,, calling people sensitive over transphobia isn't helping you win anyone's side or proving your point sweetie hnngh. Good for you to admit being confused, but uhhHH trans people are obviously upset by transphobia. Also I'm confused, first you call out people who tell you you're normalizing transphobia, then you immediately move over to those who wish death upon you? Who exactly are you calling sensitive? Who exactly are you telling to "Shut. The fuck. Up."? The construction of your sentences make it seem like you want to blame everyone calling you out on your transphobia. Like,, you know, the people are right with you and your friends normalizing transphobia, if that whole point flew above your head. You say you're thankful for people educating you yet also tell them to stfu when they merely say you're normalizing transphobia and hurting people so um. are you really listening or just thankful there are people who aren't as angry as others are?

"Fourth, for those people who said I can’t wave the bi pride flag because ‘OhHhH sHe DoEsN’t DeSeRvE tO’- shut the fuck up. Alright? Alright. You do NOT speak for the whole fucking community, the flags don’t fucking belong to you, you entitled pieces of shit. [...] I am bisexual. I’m apart of the fucking LGBT+ community, so I get to wave the fucking bisexual flag all the fuck I want."

You can't be a part of the LGBT+ community if you don't support trans people. The 'T' is literally right there.

"Fifth, lol my life doesn’t revolve around this place of pure hatred."

What was the point of this whole paragraph? XD

"Sixth, you guys are disgusting for more than just demonizing me over a fucking opinion. You’re disgusting for also targeting my friends, who have done NOTHING WRONG, and giving them a bad name. What the fuck is wrong with all of you?? What makes you think it’s okay to do this to other people, but oh, nobody can touch you??"

Yall are honestly confusing the shit outta me. Bailey thought cancelling out transphobia with "a sweet personality" was alright when they're two separate things. What they said was completely wrong, so uh your friends have obviously done SOMETHING WRONG. I'm also not going to delve further with Bailey normalizing transphobia (see post/185601790264/: "Obviously I don’t agree with her beliefs, I think transphobia is nasty. BUT that doesn’t make her a bad person.") because you just mentioned that people calling you out on normalizing transphobia should "Shut. The fuck. Up".

"I’ve seen your comments about 'we’d stop if she stopped saying shit like this’. I would love it if you could give me an example of something I’ve said since the original post came out."

which original post? also there was the thing about you and terfs just the other day, right?

and lastly:

"NOT A SINGLE ONE OF YOU are doing anything good for your community. You should all be ashamed of the way you’ve handled this."

I'm not ashamed, but rather feel defeated for everyone who at least tried to make a point to you, Mewlin, without being hostile, me included. It feels shitty to constantly live like my time and effort trying to educate people is put to nothing but shit. Your hasty generalization that NOT A SINGLE ONE OF US is doing good for the community makes me feel so fucking terrible, and I hope you're happy with that. I understand where you're coming from but god, if this isn't the nail in the coffin for me then I really don't know what is. I personally live in the most conservative country in the entire damn world (yes, we are the only country without divorce) and I feel like I'm absolutely going no where spewing shit people won't want to even hear because all their brains can process is that they're being under attack and nothing matters but their own echo chamber. Sometimes it's tiring and though I don't advocate for it, somehow I understand how others have resorted to more "frustrated" approaches.

We're all tired of not being listened to.

On a last note: I was debating on posting this since I was scared but it's whatever at this point. Feel free to educate me on stuff if I got things wrong. I'm open for a talk.

- from a tired yet trying advocate of so many things, f1owercrown.

[yelloskello]

i think a lot about how when I came into socially conscious circles and learned not to be a fucking awful person, there were a couple of pretty basic ‘rules’ I learned

such as that marginalized people being tired, or angry, etc, is a justified thing

and nobody who you harm owes you forgiveness

and that you have to be active and aggressive in fighting back against oppression, make it socially unacceptable by treating it thusly in droves

and more

and so now, what, 8 years later? 9? I see stuff like people telling someone to kill themselves over one shitty comment that they made 3 years ago and no longer believe, and I can see those core rules buried somewhere deep deep down in the base of that.

and like don’t get me wrong. those basic rules? they’re 100% accurate. They are not bad or problematic rules, they are not wrong, and I still fully believe them and practice them. The core rules are not even remotely the problem - the problem is people taking those core rules and twisting them and/or taking them up to 11, forgetting context, nuance, and that there’s actual living breathing people on the other side of those dumbass comments, who may be able to actually change and grow - and might have already done that

(I also see a lot of the same rash, impulsive, and thoughtless behavior that I had when I was 17-18 in the people doing this stuff, who also tend to be under the age of 20. That’s not always the case, but, a lot of the time. It’s the same crummy behavior but with new vocabulary.)

there’s a difference between, using a facet of my own identity as an example, a bisexual person being fucking tired/frustrated of someone saying some biphobic bullshit and getting angry/generally emotional about it, saying some shit, not owing the biphobic person a lick of forgiveness, time, or attention, and someone who’s not even remotely bisexual launching themselves in and starting a harassment campaign because they’ve forgotten that the enemy is more than just words on a screen and feel no guilt or personal responsibility saying whatever the fuck they want, justifying it because you gotta Beat Back Oppression, and this is what Beating Back Oppression is, right? This is how you do it. Right? This is normal. 

there’s a difference between treating someone’s shit comments as not okay, telling them as much, expressing discomfort as a group, (if you have it) using your privilege to get people to listen to you and/or taking the time and energy to educate them because you’re someone they care to listen to... and basically just metaphorically beating the shit outta them.

(and then you tack on how manipulative/abusive people have learned to shield themselves behind socially conscious language, or how the venn diagram of ‘popular tumblr funnypeople’ and ‘people who get an audience by being cruel to others’ overlaps heavily, and... idk man.)

ofc there are plenty of people who you’re not gonna be able to reach, and there are plenty of people who deserve to get the metaphorical shit beat out of them. As one example, absolutely fucking destroy nazis, I don’t give a singular fuck if they might change, anyone who chooses to prescribe to an active mentality like that I have no sympathy for. But like, shit, folks need to learn to differentiate between ‘monstrous people’ and ‘someone who’s just fuckin ignorant’. They need to learn what it means to consider context of the situation, and like, learn how to fucking interact with people, not words on a screen. You can’t have the same blanket reaction to every person who fucks up on different levels. A teenager who writes mpreg fics, and a fucking TERF, aren’t on the same level here, but end up getting treated the same. I mean, shit - a queer person who has a different, harmless ship, and a fucking TERF, aren’t even on the same plane of existence, but get treated the same. What the fuck?

idk dude i’m tired of the volatile reactions people have on here and folks using harassment as a means to entertain their followers

[phoenixmakeswords]

Dented Ch. 3--AU

Finally thought of a name for the AU.

“Why haven’t you answered my texts? Do you not want me anymore?” I ask carefully. Just asking hurts. I forgot this much pain was possible.

“What? Kristoff, of course I want you. You’re my son. I just got your texts five seconds ago. Remember I was going on that camping trip? I told you about it at the restaurant. And that I wouldn’t have cell service.”

“I feel like a dumbass.”

“I still love you. Come in. You’re not okay. What’s going on?” She leads me from the entry hall to the spacious pale blue living room.

“Besides Regan being horrible? I went to a party on Friday. Clare’s girlfriend was having at her lake house. Anyway, it happened again.” My face twists into a grimace as I sink onto the matching blue sectional. It’s much softer and more plush than mine.

“What’d Regan do? Who was it?”

I show her the text reluctantly. It gives me a little time to dredge up the courage to tell her about the party.

“I was really drunk. Blackout drunk. Clare told me today he was blond and she thought his name might be James. I remember doing shots with Clare and then I woke up in a bed.”

“Did Clare know? Did anyone try to help you?”

“Yeah, she knew. Apparently, I could be heard over the music. Nobody did anything that I know of.”

“How’re you doing with this?”

“Oh, I'm peachy. I lashed out at the one guy I actually trust. I'm cutting class because I don’t want to look at Clare right now. Things are just fabulous. Oh, and I'm not sleeping and I'm really depressed. Can’t get better.”

“Have you thought about getting help? I believe you, Kristoff. I hope you know that. I'm sorry you’re suffering.”

“Yeah, telling a stranger about this sounds great.”

“Kristoff.”

“I might be leaving the bakery.”

“I thought you loved it.”

“I sorta slept with a guy’s brother and he’s being a jerk to me about it.”

“Were you a couple?” She sounds more excited than I expected by the possibility of me having a boyfriend.

“No. Just a hookup.”

“You know that’s not safe. Are you using protection at least?”

“If they don’t wanna use a condom, I don’t sleep with them. That’s like the only rule I have.”

“At least you’re being smart.”

“How was the camping trip?” I don’t want to discuss my sex life.

“It was good. There’s something really important I need to talk to you about.”

“You found a fae village in the woods.” I smirk teasingly at her. She’s my best friend. That might make me a mama’s boy. I don’t care.

“No. I met a guy. He’s really sweet. He asked me to dinner for this Friday.”

“What’s he like?”

“He’s sweet. He’s genuine. He has kids of his own. He’s very respectful.”

“Does he work?”

“He’s a video game designer.”

“How’d you meet him? Was he a client?”

“His sister is my best friend. He came on the trip with us. The poor thing, he was the only man there. We started talking and we just…clicked.”

“You didn’t sleep with him, did you?” The idea fills me with horror.

“Kristoff!”

“Now you know how I felt.”

“You’re a brat. If you need to not be alone, you know you can stay here.”

“I know. Ransom’s been staying since it happened. He sleeps in the guest room. And he keeps making me breakfast.”

“Do you like him?”

“Does it matter? I'm so fu—screwed-up. I mean, yeah, we slept together before it happened.”

“You deserve to be happy, sweetie. I know that’s hard for you to believe. But you do.”

“If it hadn’t happened, he was gonna ask me out.” I sigh softly.

“And? How do you feel about that?”

“You sound like a therapist. It would’ve been nice. I mean, he’s a great person. He’s hot. He’s smart.”

“Is he still interested?”

“I think so.”

“Are you interested?”

I nod slowly. He’s someone I would like to date. Someone I could maybe be with.

“He sounds like a good guy. He might be good for you,” she tells me gently.

“He is a good guy. He deserves better than a mess like me.”

The depression has become a physical weight in my chest. What happened and the fact I don’t deserve to be happy or in a stable, healthy relationship don’t help any. I am worthless.

“Alright, you have me really worried. Kristoff, are you thinking about killing yourself?”

“I'm not quite there yet.”

“Bu you’re still really bad?”

“Yeah. I don’t get like this.”

“I know. If you need to check in somewhere, I’ll take you. You have my support.”

“I don’t want to. I don’t wanna be hospitalized. I don’t wanna start therapy. I just wanna get through this crap on my own and go on with my life.” I rub my fingers absently over my phoenix tattoo. It was the first piece of ink I got. And it’s the most meaningful. Because phoenixes rise from the ashes. No matter what I face, I'm able to bounce back eventually. Right now, I need that reminder.

“I hate to tell you this, but you’re not Superman. There’s no shame in getting help.”

“I know that.”

I don’t want to need help. I know how society sees people who have mental health issues. And I don’t want them to see me that way. Ransom comes over after his shift tonight. He has a black duffel bag with him this time. Anger flickers in his jade eyes, despite his friendly smile.

“If you don’t wanna babysit me, it’s fine,” I assure him quickly.

“You’re not the problem. I like you. I met your sister.”

“How’d that go? Regan’s a nightmare, isn’t she?”

“You’re nothing alike. We’ve already butted heads.”

“So, they hired her?”

“Don’t threaten me like that. Did you know your sister doesn’t like Jews?” An edge slips into his low voice. I don’t like the distrust in his green eyes.

“No. Ransom, if I had, I would’ve told you.”

“Riley told her off. I know she’s your family and everything, but she was an utter bitch to me.”

“That would be Regan. Are you okay?” I touch his forearm gently. The sleeve of his black hoodie is soft.

“I'm irritated with her. I'm more worried about you.” He smiles gently.

“You still like me? I'm sorry she was nasty.”

“You’re not racist. You okay? I’ve dealt with it a lot.”

I shake my head quietly. I don’t want to talk about it. I’ve talked about it enough today.

“What do you need? We can go do something. Or watch movies or whatever will help,” he murmurs gently.

“I'm sorry. You don’t have to stay.”

“You’re my friend. You’re in crisis. I'm not abandoning you.”

I didn’t think he’d want to stay. I know it’s inconvenient. A hassle. Which means I am. But here he is.

“Thanks.”

“How was class? Did anything interesting happen?” He sounds so genuinely interested it surprises me. Guys don’t do that.

“I walked out. Clare and I got into it and I didn’t want to look at her.” I sigh shakily. I feel like all I do anymore is break down. So much for ‘masculinity.’

“You cut class? You never do that. What happened?”

“She knew what happened. Everyone knew. And nobody tried to help me. She blamed me. I didn’t hear from her all weekend either.”

“I thought she was your friend.”

“Yeah, so did I.”

“For what it’s worth, I believe you. And it’s really crappy that they did nothing.”

“Thanks. How’d you meet my sister?”

“I did a tattoo for her. A simple rose she picked out of the book. Took twenty minutes. She argued with me about the aftercare. Called me a stupid kike. That was when Riley stepped in.” He rakes a hand through his hair.

“She should’ve never done that. You’re not stupid. And she should’ve never called you a slur. I'm sorry.”

“I didn’t get a tip. Because my people are ‘money hungry penny-pinching misers.’” He toys with his blue Star of David necklace. I’ve noticed he does this when he’s upset.

“How much was the tattoo?”

“Forty. It’s not a money thing, Kris. It’s the fact she played the anti-Semitic card. The fact she used my race as the reason to not give me a tip, not my work.”

“I knew you were tryin’ to get a new car. That’s why I asked. I'm sorry.”

“You’re not giving me the tip your sister should’ve. I don’t take handouts or pity.”

“I wasn’t tryin’ to piss you off. I'm sorry, Ransom. I was tryin’ to be nice.”

“Were you? Or were you trying to be my ‘rescuer’?”

“Yeah, I was! I thought you’d be happy that I was tryin’ to make up for her.” I flinch at the sound of my own raised voice.

“I stand on my own feet. By my own merit.” He sounds just as angry as I am.

“I don’t wanna fight with you.” I don’t have the energy. I’ve spent it on fighting the battle raging inside my head.

“Me either. And you didn’t need me arguing while you’re already feeling bad. Which makes me an ass. I owe you an apology for that. I'm sorry.”

“Forgiven. Thank you for staying.”

“You’re welcome. And I'm not being nice to you just so we can hook up again when you’re okay.”

“I wouldn’t hate you if you were.”

I wish that wasn’t true. I wish I would be angry with him if he was using me. But I can’t do that. Ransom’s sleeping soundly on the couch when I get up. He’s even more adorable asleep. I envy his easy sleep.

I start breakfast, even though I don’t feel much like eating. I don’t feel like going to work or class either, but I have to.

“Good morning. Did you get any sleep?” Ransom says, startling me.

“A couple hours.”

“You look exhausted.”

“I am. I'm gonna send my teachers a text and explain what’s going on.”

I know I can’t avoid Clare forever. I shouldn’t have to. She should’ve believed me and been on my side. But she wasn’t. We’ve known each other since we were fourteen. I mean, I used to go to her family’s holidays because Regan and I fought so much. Clare’s pretty much family to me.

“Good idea. Any way you can take your classes online?” He looks perfectly at home in my kitchen with one of my mugs clutched in his slender hands. I wish the thought didn’t make my stomach twinge. I’ve never had hope for a picket fence of my own.

“I’ll ask.”

I dread going to work almost as much as dealing with Clare. Maybe more.

“Text me on break?” he asks hopefully.

I agree easily. By the end of my shift, I'm ready to quit. Eight hours of being sexually harassed does my fragile mental health zero favors. My boss knows. She doesn’t care.

I don’t tell Ransom over text. I don’t want to upset him. If I tell him at all, it’ll be face-to-face.

I have a text from him, inviting me to dinner. He’s clarified that it’s not a date, which I appreciate. I agree easily.

Maybe if I wasn’t such a broken mess, I’d ask him out. Maybe if I thought he could like me more than for just sex. Maybe if I wasn’t so scared. But I am.

[bakugou-tm]

Explodo Week 2018 Day One

Prompt for today: Explosion/Vitality

Ahhh I’m so excited it’s finally the start of Explodo Week! This is going to be a BakugouxReader story, hope you all enjoy! ((h/n) stands for hero name))

Smoke was all around you. Your two assisting pro-heroes were at your side, sweat dripping from their foreheads that matched your own drenched one.

It was supposed to be a quick rescue, a few citizens being held hostage downtown, but it turned out to be a trap. Now one of the sick experiments from an infamous villain group stood before you, proving to be unbeatable.

“We’ve tried everything (h/n), nothing is getting this beast down!” Your teammate panted, his quirk was based off of solar power so as the sun set you could see his power weakening.

Letting out a grunt you bit your lip, looking back to the sludge villain before you. It had the body of some sort of ape but it was covered in sludge. Every time you tried to throw a gust of wind to it, or blast it with solar energy, it’s body would just grow back.

“Well we can’t give up.” You said sternly, looking to your exhausted colleagues as you pushed your own exhaustion back, “The people of this city are counting on us to take this guy down until more help arrives.”

Both of the pro-heroes nodded in agreement with your words, fists clenching as you faced back to the beast.

“I can take the metal rods around the building and wrap them around the creature to keep it at bay, then you two use your solar energy and wind to knock all of the sludge off it since that seems to be what’s making it regenerate.” Your colleague said, her quirk being able to control metal substances.

“That’s a good idea, let’s get to it! Blaze you distract him with your solar energy while Metallica strips the building of the metal rods.” You said, Blaze nodding as he ran to the villain, fists glowing with light.

Everything seemed to be going to plan, while your two friends worked on the villain you led out any remaining civilians to safety behind the many police cars surrounding the area.

“(H/n) we got him, we need you now!” Blaze shouted, your head whipping around to see Metallica barely keeping the villain held together.

Running over to the villain that was violently shaking in it’s bonds you swirled your arms around to build up air power around you, “Alright Blaze, you ready?”

Looking over to see him nod you made sure Metallica was okay before punching your arm forward, sending as much wind power as you could to knock the villain out. Static energy swirled the creature, hearing it’s cries as it shriveled down was music to your ears. With your wind blasting against the sludge as the beast was distracted you could see his layers coming undone, the creature growing smaller and smaller until it’s sludge parts fell to the concrete.

“W..We did it.” Blaze panted next to you, both of you hunched over from the amount of power you had used of your quirk.

Metallica walked over, her arms dropping as the metal rods that were once around the beast fell to the floor, “I can’t believe we did that by ourselves, we didn’t even need backup!”

Letting out a chuckle you high-fived both of your teammates, glad that the battle was over. You might actually come home to your boyfriend early tonight.

“We should call the hero agency to let them know backup isn’t necessary.” You muttered in an exhausted tone, the three of you ignorant to the sludge behind you slowly starting to build up, “The police can clean this up from here.”

“What do you say we grab dinner after this? The three of us deserve it after all of this-” Metallica started before a long slimy arm slammed against her chest, sending her flying into a cement wall.

“Metallica!” You screamed as you watched her lifeless body crumple to the ground from the impact of her body hitting the hard surface.

“(H/n) look out!” Blaze shouted, shoving you out of the way before another sludge like arm crushed your teammate, leaving him unconscious against the cement.

“B..Blaze?” You cried, looking to him before you heard shouts behind you to look out, looking up you saw a long arm ready to crush you before wind came from your palms, just barely blowing you out of the way.

Tumbling against the hard pavement, you forced yourself to your knees, wiping the blood from your legs as you looked back up to the beast that was reformed once again, “How the hell do you keep regenerating?” 

Hissing from your teeth you stood up shakily, clenching your fists to collect whatever power you had left, “Go back from the sewer you came from!”

The creature growled, slamming an arm down before you blasted it away, wind coming from below you so you could fly into the air. Raising your arm to send a blast right to the face of the beast your eyes widened when a slimy arm wrapped around your torso.

“What the.. how many arms do you have?!” You hissed, punching at the slime before it tightened around you causing you to scream in pain.

The cries of the citizens below you haunted your mind, your consciousness coming in and out as sirens grew louder and distressed voices came from everywhere.

“The villain knocked the entire task team out!”

“It’s got (h/n)!”

“Where are the pro-heroes?”

The situation was slowly taking a downward spiral. Police officials couldn’t shoot with you being a possible target, the pro-heroes were called off because the situation was under control, and now the three of you laid before the growing beast unconscious.

Your body began to shrivel up in pain, desperately trying to claw at the slime to stop it from squeezing the light out of you. This couldn’t be it, this can’t end now. So many people were depending on you.

All began to grow silent in your ears, the screaming and sirens from below drowning out as your vision grew spotted. Your body began to give in to the darkness until you heard a sparking noise from above you.

“Let go of my fucking girlfriend you slimy ass rat!”

Your (e/c) eyes shot open to see a familiar ash blond jumping from a roof above you with his hands already sparking, “(S/o) duck!”

Quickly you ducked your head down, allowing Bakugou to set off a barge of explosions in the beasts face causing it to drop you. You prepared to set a blast of wind to the ground to break your fall but a pair of sturdy arms caught you instead, setting you to the ground softly.

“Stay here dumbass, I’ll be right back.” Your boyfriend growled before running away from you to return to the beast. Every part of you wanted to go against Bakugou’s orders, starting to sit up before a sharp pain shot up your chest, only allowing you to watch as the ash blond unleashed his rage.

Explosions were being set off everywhere, the great power coming from your boyfriend never ceasing to amaze you, Every since he was a kid he had the vitality of a pro hero, everyone predicting he would be insanely powerful.

Now as a pro-hero their predictions were right, the once unstoppable sludge villain barely being able to put up a fight against Bakugou.

“Hey is that Ground Zero?”

“It’s (h/n) boyfriend!”

“Don’t worry, the number one hero will save us!”

Of course you were annoyed that people assumed your boyfriend would have to save you from trouble, but you couldn’t help but smile proudly at your boyfriend performed he did his job to perfection.

“If I every catch your slimy ass in my city again, I will blow you into outer fucking space!” Bakugou screamed as he jumped in front of the villain, his muscles begin to bulge as a burst of energy shot through his body, setting a large explosion off to the villain, blasting it into microscopic pieces.

Everything was silent for a second, nobody really sure what just happened. The ash blond fell to the ground, you could tell he was exhausted the way he almost collapsed but as always he refused to show weakness, instead he lifted up the arm of the unconscious beast and faced the people, a smirk evident on his face.

Then came the up-roaring cheers from the crowd.

“Thank you Ground Zero! You’re our hero!”

Police officials ran to the scene, immediately getting the unconscious creature under bonds. Bakugou ignored the claps and cheers of the officers, walking to your weak body with a playful smirk on his face, “How many times am I going to have to save your sorry ass before you actually win?”

Narrowing your eyes to the ash blond you allowed him to help you up, lifting one of your scraped up arms around his neck.

“W..We were doing just find, and I almost never lose thank you very much!” You huffed, limping off the cement with him as the camera people ran over to the two of you.

You looked over to make sure your two colleagues were fine, seeing them being carried off on stretchers made you feel a little better once you realized they were awake.

“Whatever you say wind freak, let’s just get your ass home so we can clean you up.” Bakugou hissed, the two of you shoving through a crowd of people that were harassing the iconic couple.

Air and explosions, who knew.