#please still dni.

[reikane-enthusiast]

hi!

I got an ask today from someone , I will not be answering it. Though I will instead be making a related post.

if you knew me / were a mutual on my old account , and I have not talked to you and or have blocked you. do not try to recontact me

after all the drama that had happened , and all the feelings I repressed. I do not wish to talk to you anymore.

but seriously , please don’t try and message me. It will just make me anxious and incredibly uncomfortable. ( I am currently as I write this )

that’s all! ,, no hate intended towards old moots.

just dni. for mental health reasons.

[scarycranegame]

the "pro" in proshipper actually stands for "professional". we're professional shippers, thank you very much, we have phds

[secretfandomthoughts]

"Ew proshipping stuff!!!"

First of all wtf does that define and second of all MA'AM YOU ARE 21 YOU CANNOT STILL BE SHOCKED BY FANDOM WEIRDNESS 💀💀💀

[kotoal1011]

[neon-moon-beam]

Submas Sygna Suit Stories In A Nutshell

Emmet: I learned how to Dynamax with Eelektross! I'm learning another side of him!

The eel: o O o Ingo: I hope I can guide lost people who haven't reached their final destination yet with Chandelure!

The lamp: o --- o

[twelve-thousand-pizzas]

Thinking about how this whole media culture right now with “You can depict morally bad things, just make sure that you only show them in a negative light!” And “Sex is gross always. No matter what. It just is. And also depicting it makes you a bad person.” Is SO reminiscent of the Hayes code. Please can we not have a second Hayes code era please please please-

[no-song-so-sweet]

I want to talk about Harry Potter.

Well. Sort of. I want to talk about Harry Potter in a roundabout way, in that, I want to talk about the reaction my friend group had when shit started really going down with That Bitch Rowling.

Because Rowling is a horrible person. She’s a TERF, a denier of Nazi Crimes, homophobic, anti-Semitic, the list goes on and on (and most recently, has been attacking a trans soccer manager, if my dash is to be believed? Somehow, she just seems more cartoonishly evil with each passing day). But this isn’t about That Bitch Rowling, not really. Or if it is, she’s merely a footnote in the story.

Harry Potter was, and I think this is true for many of us, a large part of my childhood. While the writing may be mediocre at best, it was wildly influential. I didn’t know a single kid that wasn’t hoping for a letter to Hogwarts. It was a Big Deal for a lot of people, and that included my friend group. My friend group, which is made up of members of the LGBTQ+ community. My friend group, which includes a young lady who we didn’t always know was a lady. I’m sure you can see where this might be going.

The day I got a tear filled phone call about That Bitch Rowling was, frankly, heartbreaking. She was mad because a woman she had respected up until now didn’t respect her. She wanted to get rid of her copies of the books, but didn’t want to donate them. I never want to hear her cry like that again. So I made a decision.

I told her to hold onto her books for just a little while longer. I phoned the group. I figured out when everyone could get together for a weekend, and when I had hammered out dates, I packed up my car, and drove the six hundred miles back to my childhood home.

In the passenger’s seat, was my set of Harry Potter books.

Excluding my trans friend, there were seven of us. I had made a plan, and my father had the space to enact it - I grew up on acres of land; complete with 200 year old oak tree, creek in the woods in the backyard, and a massive fire pit.

Nostalgia and youth, I find, paint everything with a rose tinted hue; if Rowling had just kept her mouth shut, I’m sure many of us would have looked back on the Harry Potter series with some amount of shame. But I don’t think it would have suffered the sort of fall from grace that led us to this point.

The fire pit is important for several reasons. For example, it had been the popular gathering place for my friend group of literal decades at this point. Small towns mean that you know everyone from a very early age. We lived right beside the woods, so we used the fire pit to burn the leaves, and the branches storms took down, of which there were many. And when the first six of my friends rolled down the half mile driveway that day, I had already collect enough wood to get a decent fire going.

Six of my friends. We told the seventh a later time. We wanted to be prepared, and anyway, we all had the same cargo (six sets of seven books joined mine on a rickety folding table). I put them to work collecting more firewood (is it really a good bonfire if you’re not risking setting the barn on fire?).

By the time our last member rolled up, I had a fire going.

She had her set of those damn books too.

(There is a visceral grief that comes from being let down by your childhood heroes, and I fully believe that That Bitch Rowling embodies the phrase “never meet your heroes,” because folks, as a general rule, I am not a fan of burning books. But I was prepared to make an exception.)

We burned our copies of the Harry Potter books that day, all eight of us. They were well read, beaten to hell and back, with cracked spines, and dents in corners, and pieces of the pages missing where we had bent down the corners one too many times. And I won’t lie to anyone. We cried. Tears of sorrow and rage, for the piece of our childhood that we were choosing to give up, because to keep it would be to disrespect the woman we had known and loved for longer than we’d ever had those books.

Letting go sucked. But it was the right thing to do.

When they were gone, we put out the fire, went inside, and built the pillow fort of our dreams. We marathoned Star Wars, and ordered too many pizzas, and had way too much soda. We fell asleep playing Risk, because that’s what our friend choose, and in the morning, I made waffles with chocolate chips and too much maple syrup.

I wanted to talk about this, not just because this is a fond memory for me (even though it is), but because one of my coworkers confessed to me that they hated Rowling, and everything she stood for, and they refused to have anything else to do with the Harry Potter franchise, but they just couldn’t bring themselves to get rid of the books.

I said I was happy to host another book burning.

But I wanted to write this down because I know that sometimes it’s hard to take that final step, to leave behind that last thing. So for anyone who needs to hear it, it’s okay to grieve the things we loose when we grow up. Letting go can be hard, but I promise you’ll end up better off. It’s been awhile since things really went downhill, but I maintain that, in this case, death of the author is nonexistent, and it is better to have loved and then lost, than to hold on too tight.

Don’t hurt yourself on the shattered remains of your childhood magic.

[darlingace]

I’ve noticed some new blogs (or some that I just happened to miss) that are proship/selfship, and I’m always looking for new people to follow, so:

Reblog this if you’re a proship selfshipper, or just a proshipper who doesn’t mind selfshippers!

[magpiemagica]

I am so normal about Cats: The Jellicle Ball 😀 (lying)

[zombieplaguedoc]

For the selfshippers who struggle with taking care of their teeth, have teeth issues, have a fear of the dentist, etc

Imagine your f/o(s) taking you to a dental appointment, being there for emotional support

the riddling anxiety, the fear of being lectured, being dissapointed in, the dental tools they use..

They can see your fear and anxiety, they know you would do anything to not go to the dentist.

That's why they would do everything they can to help you feel more safe and calm. Get a new dentist office? Done. Have them come with you into the building/room? Done. Words of encouragement/affirmation? Done. Needing headphones with music/videos playing? Done.

They'll be there to sit near you for support and make sure everything's going okay (if you want them too)

When everything's a success / done, they'll let you know how much they are proud of you for getting through it.

For whichever circumstances that happened that caused you have to have cavities, root canals, rotten teeth; they know you don't want them. No one ever does. They're not angry, they're not dissapointed in you. They just want to help when you need it

Antis dni, this post isn't for you

[crowsdove]

Your f/o(s) would never judge or shame or bully or infantilize you because of your triggers, no matter what they are. No matter if they don't have a problem with the thing themselves, no matter how silly or weird the thing may seem. No matter what.

They will always be more than happy to help you avoid your triggers whenever they show up because they love you, and your safety and your comfort are what matters most to them. They will immediately do whatever calms you down, be it distracting you in some way, getting you to another area away from the trigger, or anything else that helps you.

Even if it happens in the middle of a movie (even if they were super invested in watching it), they'd immediately turn it off. They would never treat you like an inconvenience or a burden. They just want you to be okay and be happy. They'd even check on that trigger website (if it covers yours) before you watch something together because they want to be extra sure that it'll be safe for you.

If you suddenly encounter something that triggers you when you're playing a video game, after calming you down your f/o would figure out how to get past it for you so you don't have to deal with it any more and so you can still play the rest of the game if you wanted to (unless it stays like that of course).

Your f/o has the utmost respect for you and it really shows in their care for you. And if anybody ever mistreats you because of your triggers? Even if your f/o isn't the confrontational type, you better believe that they're standing up for you. There's no way they're letting anybody upset you further, no matter who it is doing it. They will always have your back.

Your f/o loves and respects you more than anything. Even if it feels like nobody else does, your f/o always will.

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> antis please dni <

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[xxcherrycherixx]

Hey btw do you have a moment to talk about our lord and savior 'brooklynn and soyona's height difference'?

[fortheloveofpiggy]

Edit: took back some statement read here

TransDID is so offensive actually

What do you mean you want to transition to having dissociative identity disorder. What do you mean you wish you had extreme trauma. What do you mean you wish you dissociated. What do you mean you wish you had amnesia. Did isnt all about being plural. It’s okay to wish you were plural but no you can’t transition to having did just say you’re willogenic please.

[mostly-natm]

I just woke up from a horrible nightmare of this account being hacked. Some notable highlights:

- They were definitely a real person/artist. They also liked Star Trek, but only made content of their Star Trek Muppet OCs.

- They changed my blog colors from green to bright red. They also changed my tagline to something longer, without capitalization (I can’t remember what) and replaced my icon and header.

- At first, they didn’t make their own posts but just edited all of mine to replace the content with their own. They also had commissions, so they just edited my pinned post. They changed many of my posts to link to YouTube videos of their main Star Trek Muppet OC, where they had actually created the thing and filmed it professionally. Can’t say they weren’t talented or dedicated.

- They had their OWN blog and “brand” and everything. Their name was Ugly. Their videos started with something like “Ugly Creations!”

- I didn’t lose access to this account, but was terrified that anything I posted would be immediately deleted by them anyway. They DMed me from their OWN blog to tell me how much they hated me and to “leave Data alone 😂”.

- Once they’d edited most of my posts to replace my content with their own, they also started making text posts. Everyone seemed to interact with them like they had no idea they weren’t me, which drove a stake through my heart. Simultaneously, they must have known people knew something was up, because they posted a text post pretending to be the actual me, gaining my account back, saying we had “worked it out! 🥰”

- Of course I looked for recourse for all of this, but the only solution Tumblr had was to make a new blog all together. I debated what I should change my URL to since they still had my old one. Mostly-Natm2 or Mostly-Natm 2.0 were the top contenders. I also had a stressful time trying to remember my blog description word for word.

- I’ve used emojis here to convey their tone, but actually they typed more like this: “leave Data alone —=+ [ | %.. ! = )” Again, though, they were definitely a real person.

[feelingemotjons]

Proshippers will tell antis to "care about real kids" but will turn around and get mad when people call out a shitty website ran by racists for allowing smut of real minors and for supporting a genocide that involves kids and babies being raped, kiddnapped, and murdered

[twelve-thousand-pizzas]

The more I accept the fact that I’m Proship the more I fucking hate spending time on TikTok, I’ve found. Everyone is just so stupid and angry on there what the hell