#please the grass is calling for you

[iwantsomefries]

So my friends are into Pressure on roblox and cuz of that I tend to have Pressure content around me.

Let me make this so fucking clear: If you send death threats and harassment to a creator for a “don’t post oc/sona x canon character” content of a character she helped create (A RULE SHE DIDN’T EVEN PUT. IT WAS THE CREATOR OF PRESSURE, ZEAL, WHO DID IT), you’re disgusting and I want to be 100 ft away from you. Hard block me for all I care. Honest to god, get offline and go touch grass.

The internet makes me so terrified of posting my characters sometimes because if they get popular, THIS is the shit people do. I know boundaries of a popular character on the internet is hard to enforce, but it’s always good to keep them in mind?? ESPECIALLY in regards to suggestive content or characters a creator may find too personal to be comfortable seeing that shit around them?? IT WASN’T EVEN BANNED OUTRIGHT, JUST TOLD NOT TO POST IT ON THEIR DISCORD?? GO SIMP OR BE TOO EMOTIONALLY ATTACHED SOMEWHERE ELSE!!

“It’s a bunch of pixels,” Take your own advice. Grow the fuck up. Get off the internet for five seconds you DESPERATELY need it.

[pyrepostings]

imagining a defiant interrogation whumpee who gets sick of saying "I'm not telling you" so they start going into what sounds initially to be them finally telling whumper what they want to know, but ends up being whumpee wasting time by just quoting a song.

[seddair]

Not people genuinely getting upset over the daddy kink comment, oh my fucking god

[nights-are-better]

i've seen a lot of stuff on this recently and wanna add in my opinions bc why not. there's stuff going around about how low engagement is on fanfics and people are right, i run an edit account (shameless promotion on it rn) and write fics (more shameless promotion) and i get a decent amount of attention, don't get me wrong i love when one person engages bc that means it's reached one person.

but back when i started my edit account it peaks pretty decently, then everything started slowing down and it's really sad, as much as i tell myself not to get hurt by the little attention it gets, i put so much effort into the edits and fics, just to feel a little short changed.

i bounce from more mainstream fandoms to more niche ones, i get engagement varies based on how big a fandom is so when i get little attention on my more niche edits i get it. but when it's a larger fandom, it hurts that i don't get much attention.

when it comes to fanfics, i get kudos, same logic, smaller fandoms, less attention not the issue. the issue i have is that no one comments, i get roughly three or less than. it's not that i wanna sit there and go 'validate me strangers, validate me' it just is a little encouragement when someone says they enjoyed it and can't wait for more (and i also struggle to leave comments on fics to, it slips my mind when you get excited with new ships or just fics).

i know there a bigger issues in fandoms (and the world), but the small sense of community i get within fandoms is quite nice, i've made some mates over the past few years and it's nice, becuase some pretty good friendships come out of one share interest.

it's worrying to me that interaction in fandoms seems to have fizzled out, but also how toxic a lot of them have become, i've seen so many saying they get rude comments, there's so much discourse. i sit back and avoid shit going down in fandoms bc at the end of the day, sure it's just a fandom, but it's also a community for so many.

sure fics/edits are made for the creators, i write a lot of 'no one asked for this' fics, but that doesn't mean you can't engage, leave a comment every once in a while if you enjoyed it, show the author some love.

[icarusredwings]

This is getting out of hand fr.

Hate to tell you guys, but NEWS FLASH going on random people's posts and telling them they're bad for enjoying a movie (in which you have NO proof they even paid for to see)

But you should because piracy is bad 😃 😉😉

Is NOT the way to get people to support your cause. Can't believe I have to say this, but you can enjoy content without supporting the producers. I thought we had this talk already about musicians? It applies to movies, too.

Anyway- I will gladly make my block list as long as a walgreens receipt (they already blocked me) especially if you're telling people they're bad for seeing a movie (for free)

And enjoying the movie. Nothing this person said had anything to do with Disney, just the deadpool movie and how it must be confusing for Wolverine to suddenly have a home. I could understand if they were trying to get people to subscribe to disney plus or something, but no. Nothing was said about disney. In fact, the only non deadpool related tag was "Marvel mcu," which is something the deadpool franchise is a part of.

I support Palestine, and I always have. I've posted about boycotting Disney before. This is not new. No, I do not share fundraisers very often unless they are clearly marked as vetted and real because of how many scams there are. If you put a go fund me in my asks, you better have proof it's real/vetted, or I will not repost it. I would feel personally responsible if one of my mutuals got their life ruined by a scam. I also do not repost mass copy and paste messages either UNLESS vetted w/ proof.

Tags.

[trans-xianxian]

I think we gotta start recognizing that "things accepted online/in leftist spaces" and "things accepted by the general public in the real world" are two very different things. like no actually gnc men are Not suddenly seen as okay because there are drag queens on tiktok. men are still beaten and harassed and ostracized and Killed for being feminine. in the us. in my very liberal city full of ppl with blue hair and pronouns I am made to feel uncomfortable and unwelcome for being a gnc guy. the tiktok comments on videos of men wearing make up are not indicative of the beliefs of most people

[moonythejedi394]

you didn't ask for this but you deserve it

Bucky’s memories get hazy quickly. He remembers getting halfway through the bottle of tequila and not stopping, hearing Weasel say something about a half-pint and no more, and now Weasel’s got his phone and is squinting at it.

“Who do I call?”

“Ghost Busters!” Bucky sings, waving his metal hand absently.

“No, for you to get home, who do I call?”

“Becks,” Bucky mutters. “Becca. Rebecca. Becky. Becky who tol’ me not t’a date a fuckin’ stripper an’ then I wen’ an’ did i’ anyways,” he mutters into the bottle, before tipping it back and getting nothing. He squints into it upside down, then drops it onto the counter and sighs. “I should’a fuckin’ listened, Weasel. My sister’s smart. She’s smarter than me for sure.”

“Becky,” Weasel mutters. “Ah!”

Bucky starts thunking his head on the counter. “Why am I so stupid?” he asks. “Why didn’t I fucking call him?”

“Yeah, hi, Becky? Sorry, Becca. Sorry, I will never again call you Becky, I swear on my mother’s grave. Oh, yeah, my name’s Weasel, I’m a bartender at Sister Margaret’s School for Wayward Children. Yeah, Weasel. School for Wayward Children, right. Benny knows where it is. Ye– Yes, Weasel as in Chicken Arms Weasel, whatever. Listen, I got one Winter Soldier here who needs a ride home ASAP, your honor.” 

Bucky double-checks the bottle in his hands, just in case there’s any left.

“Oh, he’s toast,” Weasel adds, taking the empty bottle from Bucky’s limp fingers. “He’s not alcohol poisoning toast, I’m very careful about how drunk I let my patrons get, but his ass is grass and it’s about to get mowed. He’s gonna have a hangover for a week, maybe. Anyway, I’m cutting him off because he will get alcohol poisoning if he has anymore, and he is a depressing drunk these days, so can you come get him? Yeah, he’s been all maudlin and sad eyes for the past three hours, it’s ruining the atmosphere. He’s like a drowned kitten. If I have to give him another napkin to blow his nose I’m gonna blow his head off instead.” Weasel’s quiet for a second, then nods. “Great. Thanks.”

Weasel then gives Bucky back his phone and a pat on the shoulder. “Becca said she’ll be here in half an hour,” he says. “But you’re officially cut off, big guy. No more until next week, okay? If I see your maudlin, deadbeat dad ass back in here before then, I’m turning you out so your liver can recover and you can leave a few spare pennies to the kid you’re not allowed to be a dad to in five years.”

“I’m a dad,” Bucky mumbles.

“Happy Father’s Day,” Weasel says sympathetically. 

“I’m a dad and my ex is too pissed at me to let me be a dad,” Bucky bemoans. “‘Cause he thinks I tried to get out of our relationship by lying about my little sister gettin’ abducted by aliens… What a fucking world.”

“Jesus, are you the Winter Soldier or the Spring Meltdown?” Weasel asks.

“Ha-ha,” Bucky mutters. “Fuck… I let ‘im slip through my fingers, Weasel. He jus’… slipped away…”

“You can’t win everything, buddy.”

“I should’ve just called him!” Bucky says again, thunking his forehead on the bar. “I was so obsessed with bringin’ back Benny an’ Ma – I – I should’ve called him.”

“You didn’t know,” Weasel says, patting his shoulder.

Bucky drops his head onto the countertop and groans. 

“Hey,” somebody next to him, a fella with a real ugly mug, says. “They already added you back to the Dead Pool. You gonna croak? You look like you’re about to croak. ‘Cause I could really use the money, yannow?”

“Fuck off, Wade!” Weasel says. “The man’s a brand new father of a seven-year-old he didn’t know existed until today!”

“Gee, thanks, tell everybody why don’t you,” Bucky says, muffled by the countertop. “Put it on a billboard, Bucky Barnes has a kid he dudn’t get to be a dad to. Maybe I’ll win an award for worst father ever.”

“That’ll break your heart,” Wade, supposedly, says. “Wow. Is it worse to be the brand new dad of a seven-year-old you never knew about or a two-year-old you never knew about?”

“You don’t have a two-year-old,” Weasel says, confused.

“I don’t,” Wade confirms. “I’m talking about Mopey, would he rather the kid be two or seven.”

“Two!” Bucky says, sitting up and throwing up three declarative fingers. Weasel folds one of them. “Two,” Bucky repeats, blinking. 

“Yeah, that is less time missed,” Wade says. “No brainer, I guess. Well, either way, you still don’t have your OG left arm and Steve was still a stripper.”

Bucky cocks his head at Wade. “Huh?”

“Ignore him, he’ll only confuse you,” Weasel says quickly.

“We’re living in a simulation,” Wade whispers to Bucky. “A virtual world created only by using the English language and your imagination! There’s no pictures, just words! And we’re all being puppeteered around a mental stage by a keyboard and a mouse, all to the whims of an unfeeling god who likes keeping you –” he pokes Bucky in the chest and Bucky looks down in confusion before meeting Wade’s gaze again, “– in the dark about how many children you may or may not have!”

“I have more children?” Bucky whispers in horror.

“No, no, sorry, not right now,” Wade says, patting his arm. “You just got the one for now.”

“Good,” Bucky says, nodding in relief.

“And to be more clear,” Wade carries on, “you should know that our God is not the God from the Supernatural canon. His name’s Chuck, he’s an okay guy. But he’s also fictional, so there’s probably another god like the one we have above his universe.”

“G-d’s name is Chuck?” Bucky whispers in confusion.

“Well, and I suppose our God’s not an unfeeling god, exactly,” Wade continues without answering Bucky’s query. “Just bored, probably. And possibly an insomniac. But!” Wade adds with a grin. “Speaking of God. If I had a nickel for every time our God gave you a son and didn’t tell you about it until way later, I’d have two and a half nickels, which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it’s happened twice plus almost a third time.”

“You’re gonna give me a headache,” Bucky says, turning away. “G-d’s nah real or he’s a lady. Wait.” He turns back. “Two an’ a half nickels?”

“Two and a half nickels,” Wade confirms, showing Bucky between his fingers two whole nickels and a third cut neatly in half.

“How much is half a nickel worth?” Bucky whispers. “Why do you have two and a half nickels?”

“Well, there’s a nickel for you not knowing the kid ever existed until you meet them post-birth,” Wade says, “and that’s happened twice so far,” he drops the two whole nickels onto the bartop. “But there’s a half a nickel,” he continues, holding the half of a nickel up now, “for the time you did know the kid existed, you just didn’t know if it was a boy or girl and for some reason you couldn’t make it to the birth. I think you were in Siberia chasing a cannibal or something.” 

Bucky nods, trying very hard to follow along.

“And I guess,” Wade continues, “you could count the time you got him pregnant but the two of you insisted you were not in love with each other until the baby was born as a negative nickel, because you knew the entire time and still didn’t really get to be a dad until after you got back together with Steve. So, really, one and a half nickels if you do the math.”

Bucky blinks at the nickels. There’s one whole nickel, one half of a nickel. He double checks. One nickel, one half a nickel. “There were definitely two whole nickels,” he mutters.

“Not once we got through PEMDAS.”

“You said one kid,” Bucky says with a heavy frown, holding up a finger. “I have one kid.”

“For you, right now, right here, yes,” Wade confirms. “Elsewhere, elsewhen, approximately one year and two months from this moment shared between us? It depends.”

“What?” Bucky says. “Never mind. I’m too drunk for this.”

“In the timeline with that half-nickel, God overcompensated and gave you seventeen children!” Wade adds, slapping Bucky on the back. “Eighteen if the first one had lived.”

Bucky chokes on nothing. “Eighteen? Am I allergic to condoms or something?”

“No, no, just monogamous, so instead you had four vasectomies but they all reversed themselves,” Wade answers.

Bucky blinks at him. “My – my bits put themselves back together?”

“Yep,” Wade says. “The first time it happened, you had to sleep on the couch until the doc proved he had clipped your wings! The second time, you just got yelled at. Third time? He said God must really want your family tree to flourish. Fourth time, y’all just gave up and waited for menopause.”

Bucky just stares blankly at Wade.

“Don’t worry about it, there’s no super soldier serum in this universe because we crossed over from Marvel to Supernatural, so if you get a vasectomy now, it won’t reverse itself. But don’t get a vasectomy,” Wade adds quickly. “Not yet.”

“Not yet?” Bucky repeats, confused. “I need one in the future?”

“Yes, you and Steve will decide to cap the spigot later on,” Wade says, then turns as Weasel passes them. “Weasel, I would like a Blow Job, please.”

“What?” Bucky says, blinking hard. “Steve an’… Cap the what?”

“I hate you and stop filling the man’s head with nonsense about your Goddamn nickels,” Weasel says, but goes to make a Blow Job.

“I hate him, too, I think,” Bucky mutters. “How many nickels did he have? Why does G-d give him nickels?”

“Break a leg with Steve and Eli,” Wade says, clapping Bucky on the shoulder again. “I have it on good authority that you won’t be in the pits forever.”

Bucky laughs, then falls over the countertop again busting his sides laughing.

“What?” Wade says.

“Buddy,” Bucky mutters as he sits up again. “I sold my soul. I do literally have eternity in the pits to look forward to. I only got five years left an’ I’mma spend ‘em knowing I have a son but not being able to do damn thing about it.”

“Haven’t you seen the Parent Trap?” Wade asks. “You don’t need to lift a finger. Just stand still and be a good dad to Eli. Right?”

“Right,” Bucky says, not sure he agrees. “Who’s Eli?”

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, Barnes!” Wade bids.

“I don’t even know you,” Bucky says as he walks away. “Wait a second!”

Wade comes back, leaning on the counter. “Are you, in fact, going to croak it? Because I need to get my bet in. I mean, I know you’re gonna die in your sleep at like 93, but are you gonna croak?”

“How do you know his name’s Steve?” Bucky asks, bewildered.

“Who?” Wade asks.

“The guy who had my kid,” Bucky says. “How do you know his name’s Steve?”

“I scrolled up,” Wade answers.

“What?” Bucky says.

“Now I’m scrolling away,” Wade tells him, patting him on the shoulder before leaving.

Weasel comes back, holding the finished blowjob. “Are you serious?” he says, looking around. “Again?”

“Huh?” Bucky says, blinking slowly.

“He keeps ordering blowjobs and then walking away before I can give them to him!” Weasel snaps. “He only does it so he can say, I would like a blowjob please! Pisses me off.”

Weasel downs the blowjob, grimacing. Bucky puts his head back down on the counter, resting his eyes against the lights. He’s light-headed and the room is spinning, but if he keeps his eyes closed, it feels less like he’s on deck in the middle of a hurricane. Steve’s pretty face swims in his mind alongside the face of Bucky’s kid that he had without telling him. His drunken thoughts prod along daydreams of a world where he’d told Steve the real truth no matter how crazy it sounded and Steve had believed him and then he’d gotten to be there for his kid the whole time.

[strngrsongs]

fandom discourse is so stupid like it is truly Not That Deep

[chadillacboseman]

Finding out you're blocked by someone you literally have never interacted with is so funny

[aussie-bookworm]

I forget other people on the internet aren’t as friendly with the block button as the people on Tumblr

I legit was playing one of those social games apps and this guy was annoying me with messages and constant friend requests so I blocked him and apparently he held a fucking grudge about it because over a month later he got his friend who I hadn’t blocked to harass me about it, just swearing and calling me slurs.

One of the messages before I blocked the second guy was “do you think you’re somebody to ignore friend requests and messages?”

Like no. I saw an annoying guy with bad vibes and blocked them. Simple. Who tf do you think you are carrying on like this after I blocked someone?

[ereborne]

Distracted and sleep-deprived is no way to make it through multihour meetings, but have I ever let that stop me before?  

Notable side-effects of this system include: forgetting my camera is on and dropping my face into Jo's fluff; forgetting my mic is on and playing with my hot wheels stormtrooper ATV (thankfully off-camera, and thankfully they did all assume the weird noise was Jo again, and not tiny wheels rumbling back and forth over my num-pad); forgetting that there is an IT rep in this meeting specifically to answer idiot questions and answering them myself; in fact answering any question whose answer I know, no matter how rhetorical or off-topic.  

One of the finance analysts asked, I assume as a joke in response to some other joke I didn't bother to hear, what they should plant to grow a black-and-white chessboard lawn.  (black mondo grass and lambs' ear, but you'd have to be really careful watering)

[solmarillion]

i'm not proship or an anti, i'm pro-use the goddamn block button

[variantoutcast]

Hi, I'm Never & you can use any pronouns for me. My carrd is out of date, so ignore that. the pertinent info is here on this post:

I'm 22 years old, white and a tme butch dyke.

I'm physically disabled and mentally ill and sometimes I talk about it.

I occasionally post (mostly untagged) nsfw, largely jokes or fan art / fan fic.

I'm terrible at tagging. If you need consistent tagging this is not a good blog to follow

My supernatural quarantine blog is @butchcastiel & my aesthetic blog is @knivcs feel free to follow me!

Mutuals & long time followers can ask for my discord!

[yoshistory]

got this weird thing always where im always wondering if im a gay man or a bi dude-kinda or a bi girl-a-little-bit or a gay man-also-woman-a-bit, and its like. whenever im like "OKAYY I DONT CAREEEEE MAYBE I DO LIKE GIRLS" .... IMMEDIATELY my thoughts about liking women are gone like. when im trying to appease that. and then im like "hmm maybe i DONT like girls??" the thoughts about liking girls comes back

[jademight]

"I didn't just say something ableist and xenophobic last night as an insult, then call it a joke once I was called out on it which is the whole point of the tweet and video I received, but I'm too proud to actually post the video because I know people will watch it and realize what I did was wrong, so I'm only going to post the tweet and pretend I have no idea it's clearly about the joke I posted"

Anon you know damn well when I said ‘basement dweller’ I referred to the very specific kind of internet user (your stereotypical Redditor(tm), if you will), term for which has been in the internet lexicon for decades now. Do not be pedantic in a desperate effort to be all ‘Gotcha!!!’

(Is there an argument to be made about that term’s usage in the modern day? Sure there is. I do not for a second believe you are the person to have that argument with.)

Here’s a great idea, genius, if you want other people to so desperately see the links you posted, why not post it yourself? 

On your own blog? 

With your name on it?

Or are you too proud to show your face?

And since you oh so LOVE sharing tweets, here’s one from me to you:

[theghostofashton]

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