#posts like these are why I stay on tumblr

[brucedefender4eva]

There was a tumblr post on here and I can’t remember who it was from but I do remember the general gist.

It was basically about Bruce going “Brucie mode” and therefore making it impossible for people to be or stay mad at him. Just flash those beautiful blue eyes at someone and they’re ready to do his bidding

——

Jason: You were monitoring me?! What the fuck Bruce! I told you-

Bruce: *zoning out and not in the mood to be yelled at*

Jason: -and… what are you doing? Hey! Don’t you dare go-

Bruce: *already in Brucie mode* Why are you yelling at me Jay? Did I do something wrong?

Jason: *unable to stay angry* Fuck you Dad

——

Dick: Stop that

Bruce: *not a single thought behind his eyes, smiling brightly* Stop what chum?

Dick: Fuck you!

Bruce: *smile faltering, eyes getting glassy as tears start to build up* W-what? What did I do Dickie? Why are you mad at me? *voice wobbling*

Dick: Fuckkkk *hugs Bruce, mentally cursing himself out* Nothing Dad, nothing at all

——

Tim: B, you need to sign this stack of papers for… the uh… investors…

Bruce: *holding up a steaming cup of Tim’s favorite coffee, smiling in that boyish way everyone loves* Timmy you work so hard! I made this for you *eyes sparkling earnestly*

Tim: *looking between the coffee and the paperwork Bruce has been putting off for the past week* I- Bruce you gotta sign these. The board is on my ass and you aren’t helping

Bruce: *frowning and slowly lowering the cup* Oh… sorry I thought we could hang out today…

Tim: *already giving in* Fuck it, let’s go watch a movie Dad

——

Alfred: Master Bruce

Bruce: *completely ignoring him and posting on Twitter or Instagram while lying on a cot in the Batcave*

Alfred: Master Bruce please. It is imperative that we clean your scrapes and bruises before you get an infection

Bruce: *whining and looking up at Alfred with puppy dog eyes* Aflie, can’t it wait? Can’t I have a sandwich first? Pretty please?

Alfred: *flashbacks to baby Bruce* I… I suppose. What would you like on your sandwich my boy.

——

Damian: …

Bruce: …

Damian: Why do you do this Baba?

Bruce: *shrugs* Why not? Sooner or later you’ll understand the great power I have over people.

Damian: I see… I shall study this method of manipulation more.

——

Bonus

Clark: M-mister Wayne this is really inappropriate *blushing bright red and trying to adjust his glasses*

Bruce: *currently seated on Clark’s lap, arms wrapped around his neck, titling his head like a lost puppy* Why do ya mean reporter man? I thought that this was supposed to be a very… intimate interview. Do you want me to move?

Clark: No! Ehem… n-no mister Wayne. I’m simply… getting used to it *Clark’s hand flexes from where it’s gripping Bruce’s surprisingly small waist*

Bruce: *playing with the baby hairs on Clark’s neck, a seductive smile on his face as he drops his voice and leans in closer* Yeah? That’s good. I think I really like doing intimate interviews with you. But, the study isn’t the best place to have it. Why don’t we… go up to my bedroom for more privacy?

Clark: *throws Bruce over his shoulders and bounds up the stairs, Bruce is laughing loudly*

[noresultsfound]

I dont understand how this is the only post (that i can find, so far, on tumblr) talking about this. people should be, and are, outraged

it goes to show that just because you are being advertised something by a reputable (linusTechTips is one of the affected promoters) person or group, you can't always trust that they've thoroughly investigated the company theyre being sponsored by, and even if they have, whether theyre willing (or able, due to the sponsors rules) to disclose the reasons why they've parted ways with a company openly

i implore you to add more things to this list but ive gathered a couple ideas for ways you can investigate whether a company (particularly those that pair with influencers) is being authentic

the most common advice- does it sound too good to be true?: something that came up a lot in honey sponsors was a line that went something like "what have you got to lose?" or "theres no reason not to" - we obviously now know that, you have a lot to lose and there ARE reasons not to

check previous/parent company names- a lot of people didn't know until the news broke yesterday that Honey is owned and run by paypal. if they had known that before, knowing paypal's murky at best background, how many people would have chosen not to instal the extension? as an addition to this point, check the owner of the company and some of the things they are known for saying/doing

do at least a little bit of searching for every investment- before you commit to ANY sponsored product or service please do a little bit of scouring. the more people investigating these things, the more likely that things like the honey scandal will be found sooner. something to consider, if you screen record what you do there is evidence if something happens that you dont know how to repeat.

like i said, this list is not exhaustive so please add to it if you can. stay safe tumblr

if you have the Honey browser extension installed, uninstall it immediately. big big story broke on youtube today strongly indicating that Honey has been massively defrauding basically everyone who does any business with them at every level, including influencers, customers, and actual retailers.

the short version of ONE of the alleged crimes is that they've been hijacking referral links and codes. if you have honey installed on your browser at all, and you use any referral code from anyone, there is a high probability honey will swap out the referral link identifier for their own even if they don't provide a coupon at checkout.

they also are just lying to you, and hiding coupons that very much exist. they're completely fraudulent

paypal bought honey in 2019 for 4 billion, so paypal has been strip mining the influencer economy for 5 years now. the amount of money that's been essentially stolen is unfathomable

[froggerland]

“Please stay, Lieutenant.”

(remembers i have a free will) yeah meeting on the turret stairs joplittle edition

(I saw this one post (sidenote why doesnt tumblr have a bookmark feature im tired of being like “yeah i saw this post in the waves of the void i swear i really saw it i didnt hallucinate it bro i swear”) that was like “joplittle girlies im trying to understand your culture but its one of the most “men standing beside each other” ship ive ever seen” and……. i mean yes but also no the POTENTIAL,, consider the potential of two people pleaser eldest daughters just caring for one another)

[kkuzushi]

જ Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby. . .ᐟ

˚𖦹 ‘ Chapter 16 : Holidays hit different this year. ִ ࣪𖤐

— PREV | MASTERLIST | NEXT

Hooray!! Christmas eve with your friends!! This is what you’ve been waiting for, a well deserved break and hanging out in a complete circle. The night was perfect—ordered and homemade food, a bunch of games the five of you created, and just having fun at Lumine's dorm.

“This is so much fun than my class party,” you started, leaning against Lumine on her bed while the other three sat on the floor.

“Don’t say that,” Xiao replies, “I’m sure you had lots of fun with Scaramouche.” He was just teasing and you all knew it, yet his stoic face made it seem like he was telling the truth.

Was he telling the truth? You don’t wanna answer, but everyone else was laughing like they all agreed.

“I hope you all get coal.” You glared at all of them.

“Yes, like you weren’t bringing a bunch of presents all the way here.” Lumine giggled.

You rolled your eyes, “What if they’re big coals?”

“As big as–”

“Don’t even.” Xiao interrupted Hu Tao, to which she playfully nudged him for.

“Alright, why don’t we just move on to some karaoke?” Aether chimed in to stop the playful banter. It worked, as Hu Tao’s sparkling eyes darted to him.

The group starts to sing in turn. While it was Lumine’s turn, your phone lit up and a notification popped up.

You didn’t know what to feel about that. Considering the fact that you actually haven’t responded to any of his messages, it almost seemed rude to reply to this one just because it’s a holiday greeting.

But then again, he’s your ex so it’s understandable, right?

The message didn’t leave your mind even if you didn’t reply. You kept quiet and just turned off your phone. Unfortunately for you, Lumine was quick to catch your weird behavior.

“Hey, you okay?” Her question echoed through the microphone, making everyone else turn their heads to you. Deciding it’d be useless to hide from them, you told them the truth.

“Nothing too important, but Scaramouche just chatted me..” You answered, the group humming an “ooohh” as a response.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” Hu Tao grinned.

“Just reply, we all know you want to.” Xiao added.

“Shut up.” You scoffed, “I’m not letting him ruin my–”

Your phone buzzed again.

“The man’s clearly desperate to double text, just reply already.” Lumine sighs.

The peer pressure was insane, but a simple greeting won’t mean anything, right?

— ꒰꒰﹒This is the last Christmas Special update! I hope it was to everyone’s liking, thank you for reading and always staying tuned to my updates. I truly appreciate you all! <3

— ꒰꒰﹒TAGLIST : @raineyun @hayamie @sketcheeee @wraithisd3adinside @heusalettle @liuaneee @yevurin @mywillt0live @kaikaidenkai @alatusorrow @shrimplyasleep @minstarrs @reivelmin @scaraenthusiast1

— ꒰꒰﹒OPEN. [ 14/50 ]

© kkuzushi | Please do not translate, repost, or plagiarize my work. This AU is posted in Tumblr only unless stated otherwise by yours truly.

[ispeakforthetrees19]

Puck Me

Hockey Player!Levi x Ice Skater!Reader

Summary: Hockey Player Levi and Coach Reader make a bet...who will win?

A/N: I can't stop writing this and I'm having too much fun with it to enjoy it alone. I suck shit at fancy Tumblr HTML and theme, but here it is.

This story is based on some of my own experiences as a figure skater. This will eventually feature smut, and I will update the tags as I go. I may update again this weekend. Thanks to my beta @nilfgaardianleviosa, as always.

Cross posted to AO3.

Tags: Levi Ackerman/Reader, AU-Modern Setting, Hockey Player Levi Ackerman, Figure Skater and Coach Reader, Enemies to Lovers, You know where this is going, this will be explicit in the future, 2nd person POV, female reader.

TW: bad words, fuckboys

Words: 2.7k

Chapter 1: Teaching Tots

You step out onto the ice with Petra, fresh and smooth after the Zamboni cleaned up from morning sessions. You bend your ankles, testing your laces to make sure they’re tight enough, and start skating around the rink, warming up against the cold air.

You do some basic footwork and finally you feel warm enough to take off your jacket, leaving you in leggings and a form-fitting long-sleeve shirt. Petra is at the boards when you skate up to hang your jacket on the side; she has her foot up, stretching out her hamstrings.

Public ice is pretty dead today, maybe ten or fifteen people in rental skates starting to get on and wobble their way around the ice as they cling to the wall. You smile at the toddler bravely making their way out to the center, holding onto the PVC pipe support that kids use to stay upright. His mom calls out to him, begging him to come back to where she can’t leave the wall, too unstable in the mediocre skates with limited ankle support.

“Wanna run through jumps?” Petra asks, smiling at you with her big, hazel eyes.

You shrug. “Sure.”

You and Petra each claim a side of the ice, doing crossovers to gain speed, running through your single jumps in order, then your doubles. You’re warm now, and you take off your shirt, grateful for the cool air to hit your arms and shoulders uncovered by the tank top you have underneath.

“Fuck, my double lutz is kicking my ass,” Petra complains as she finds her way next to you. “I just can’t get enough oomph on the entrance.”

“That’s because your toe picks are weak as fuck,” you laugh, pointing to her blades. “They aren’t big enough to really dig in and get you the momentum you need to get your ass in the air.”

“But your blades are so expensive,” Petra whines, looking down at your skates.

“Black Friday still happens for figure skaters,” you remind her. “It’s almost the holidays, why not put it on your Christmas list? Not like your dad can say no to you anyway.”

Petra laughs and pushes your shoulder. “Maybe I will. Hey, are you working on your triples?”

You grimace and shake your head. “A little. Waiting for the bruises on my hips to subside before I bruise them again.”

Petra’s about to respond when you hear loud voices whooping from across the ice. You turn to look at the hockey team getting on the ice and roll your eyes.

“God, the Titans,” Petra mutters. “Don’t they have practice later?”

You raise an eyebrow at her. “Tell me you aren’t already drooling over Ackerman being on the same sheet of ice as you.”

Her cheeks light up pink, and she shakes her head furiously. “No! It’s just—ugh, he’s so distracting.”

You laugh at her embarrassment, pulling her wrist to drag her away from the boards. “Come on, let’s work on our jumps before they take over the whole ice running drills.”

Petra pouts but follows, and you both run through some more doubles before the hockey team starts running exercises, tearing through the ice with their abrupt stops and deep edges.

Eventually, you give up trying to squeeze in practice and just skate around the rink with Petra, staying out of the hockey players’ way.

“I’m annoyed,” Petra pouts. “I wanted your help on my double axel.”

You shrug. “They’ll get off like thirty minutes before practice so they can gear up.”

“But the ice will be ruined!” Petra whines.

You laugh at her valid complaints. “Well, if you can learn to land a double axel on shitty ice, think about how well you’ll do in competition with fresh ice.”

Petra visibly debates your logic for a moment before nodding. “I can try.”

You’re about to suggest a break for hot chocolate and a protein bar when you hear, “Oh shit!” and something solid collides into you.

Arms wrap around your waist, and you turn mid-fall, your back pressed against firm muscle of someone’s chest as you go sliding across the ice.

“What the fuck?” you ask as the arms release you to roll onto the ice.

You look over to see Levi Ackerman himself, captain of the hockey team, groaning as he pulls himself off the ice. ���For someone who looks as good as you do in tights, you sure weigh more than you look.”

You sit up, glaring at his smug expression. “Excuse me?”

“Just saying,” he mutters, getting to his feet. He extends a hand out to you to help you up and you swat it away, getting up yourself.

“Can you watch where the fuck you’re going?” you ask him bitterly.

“Can you? You know we’re running drills,” Levi says, crossing his arms at your rejection of his assistance.

“I was skating forward! You hit me from behind!” you protest. “How am I supposed to watch out when you sneak up on me?”

“Pay attention, princess,” Levi says mockingly. “It’s not just your ice.”

You’re absolutely fuming, ready to unleash on him, when you feel Petra’s hand on your arm.

“Are you okay?” she asks, noticing the snow in your hair.

“I’m fine,” you mutter, looking away from Levi’s piercing blue eyes. “Jackass knocked me off my feet.”

“Jackass?” Levi questions, irritation shining through his expression.

“Yeah,” you say emphatically. “Jackass. I think it’s perfect to describe you. Or do you prefer Captain Jackass?”

“Bitch,” he mutters, skating away back to his team who are carefully watching the interaction.

“Fucking hockey players,” you grumble to Petra, who loops her arm through yours as you start to skate around the rink again. “Think they own the ice. It’s not even time for their practice and they’re running drills, terrorizing the public skaters.”

“Yeah,” she says, unconvincingly. “Jerks. But hey, at least he broke your fall, right?”

You turn to look at her, mouth parted open in shock. “Seriously? He slammed into me from behind and you’re giving him brownie points for not knocking me unconscious?”

“Well,” Petra says sheepishly. “I saw him turn so that he fell against the ice and didn’t fall on top of you. He was going pretty fast.”

You press your mouth into a line, shaking your head. “You’re a simp, you know that? An Ackerman simp. He could burn this rink down and you’d still justify it, fawning over him.”

Petra protests and you giggle at her poorly crafted excuses. You shake your head, pulling her off the ice to the lobby, where it’s warm and loud.

“Hey,” your boss says, waving at you from the rental counter. “I know it’s not your day for Learn to Skate, but we need coverage on Saturday. Can you do it?”

“Miche, come on!” you whine, sighing dramatically. “I work two of the three sessions every week. Tuesdays and Thursdays. One day more than my contract actually says, because I’m so generous and nice.”

“It’s just the tots,” he says, eyes pleading.

“Miche, no!” you exclaim, unable to help the smile spreading across your face. “You know I hate teaching the little ones.”

“Come on,” he says. “I booked a trip out of town for Nanaba and I’s anniversary and I totally forgot she’s on Saturday rotation. Please, help me woo my wife and preserve my marriage.”

“Miche, you’re really a piece of work,” you sigh. “You know I can’t say no to helping my coach.”

“I knew there was a reason you’re Nanaba’s favorite,” he says with a smile. “Thank you so much!”

“You owe me!” you call over your shoulder, walking over to the viewing bench. “Man, I can’t believe I have to cover the tots. I hate that shit.”

“But they’re so cute,” Petra protests.

You groan at her utter betrayal. “No, they aren’t! They fall and cry, and cry and fall, for almost an hour. It’s horrible. I finally worked my way out of teaching tots.”

“It’s just one Saturday,” Petra consoles. “Plus, I’m on Saturdays too! We can get lunch after.”

You pout your lips out at her. “Fine. We can get lunch.”

Your blood is pumping as you skate down the rink, edges ripping into the ice as you precisely carve delicate swirls with your blades. Loud techno music plays over the speakers as you skate, all in perfect synchronicity with the other skaters as you do footwork.

“Faster!” Coach Pixis is sitting on the boards at the side of the rink, sipping from a water bottle that certainly isn’t filled with water.

You reach the goal line and circle back to run the same footwork back down the way you came. Power class continues like this for another twenty minutes until Pixis finally dismisses you, calling it “slightly less than abysmal this time”.

As he swings his legs over the boards to walk back to the lobby, you collapse onto the ice, chest heaving. Your best friend peers at you from where she stops beside you, eyes curious.

“You alright?” she asks, out of breath herself. Petra’s face is flushed after thirty minutes of on-ice cardio.

“So...sweaty,” you groan, enjoying the feeling of the cold against your overly warm skin. “Cold feels good.”

“You’re in a tank top, you’ll get ice burn if you don’t get up,” Petra chides. “Come on, it’s almost time for hockey practice anyway.”

You reach up a hand and she pulls you to your feet. You brush the snow off of your leggings and tell her you’ll catch up, grabbing your jacket and water bottle from the boards.

The hockey players spill onto the ice, immediately skating laps at high speed forward and backward around the rink, warming up. You purse your lips, annoyed that they couldn’t wait another fifteen seconds for you to grab your shit and get off, instead making it nearly impossible for you to reach the exit closest to the coach’s room, meaning you now have to walk around the entire rink from the bench.

You decide to wait them out, annoyed with their crappy behavior. You lean against the boards, your things in your arms, for the full five minutes, watching them, making eye contact, waving at one or two that you know.

They run laps until Commander Erwin calls for them to line up on the blue line in front of him. When he does, you leisurely skate behind the group of men to get off at the exit you wanted.

They all turn around to watch you, evidently surprised you didn’t chew them out like usual for doing this. You smile at them, your eyes finding Levi’s from where he’s smirking at you. You raise an eyebrow at him and exit the ice, feeling him watch you until you disappear behind the bleachers.

Petra is inside the coach’s room already, unlacing her skates as she sits in her assigned chair. You sit in your spot next to her, following suit.

“Ugh, did you see Levi?”

You roll your eyes at Petra’s simpering expression and wide, hazel eyes.

“Why are you such a simp for him? For any hockey player? They’re dicks and they smell bad,” you complain.

“Not Levi,” she says with a dreamy look on her face. “Remember? He helped me when I cut my hand.”

“He wrapped a dirty hockey rag around your hand and told you to stop bleeding on his ice,” you say flatly. “He’s not exactly a knight in shining armor.”

Petra continues on, dithering about how Levi is, in fact, kind of an asshole but if you look past his harsh words, sour attitude, huge ego, and generally rude demeanor, there’s probably a decent guy in there. Yeah, okay.

You slip on your tennis shoes and pull Petra out to the lobby, grabbing a Gatorade and a protein bar from the concession stand.

“Let’s sit on the bleachers,” Petra says, trying to be nonchalant.

“Because we don’t spend enough time here, let’s go watch the hockey players on our break?” you ask sarcastically.

But it’s hard to say no to Petra, with her wide eyes and pouty lips. So you cave, agreeing to go sit on the bleachers, grateful for the cool metal against your back as you lay against the bench. Petra sits at attention, watching the players skate up and down the ice, practicing formations and plays.

“He’s looking over here!” she practically squeals.

You roll your eyes, scrolling through Spotify for a bass-laden playlist to mentally prepare for spending an hour with the tots later this morning.

There’s a loud crash against the boards and you jump, nearly falling off the bench. You shoot up, glaring at the plexiglass, behind which stands a smug Levi Ackerman, smirking at you. He raises an eyebrow at you and shrugs, feigning innocence. How mature, hitting the boards to startle you.

Petra gives you a sidelong glance, a slight furrow in her brows as you roll your eyes at Levi who’s wiggling the fingers in his glove in a semblance of wave. For which you return a middle finger, setting off a round of laughs between his teammates.

You look over at her with a raised eyebrow, wondering what she’s so concerned about, but she shakes her head and turns back to face the ice, eyes watching intently as they start running drills.

Later, you teach the tots a fun fishing game, where they pull out fish from the ‘pond’ you drew on the ice with a marker, and then you teach them how to skate away according to the type of fish they caught. It’s nearly time to go, and the class has been surprisingly smooth.

However, as your last student pulls out a “big fish! So big and scary!”, and you all skate backwards away from it, doing swizzles on their unsteady little feet, your smallest skater falls.

Oh fuck, here we go.

He looks up at you with wide eyes, lip trembling as he clutches his hand to his chest. He’s two feet tall, you know he’s fine, but he thinks he’s hurt, so you let out a quiet sigh and kneel next to him.

“Oh bud, that was a big fall,” you say empathetically, pulling off your gloves and taking his ‘injured’ hand between yours. “You did great though.”

“I did?” he asks tearfully, clearly wanting to have a huge meltdown but also wanting to hold it together to earn your praise.

“You did,” you confirm with a nod. “You know what I do when I hurt myself from falling? I take a big deep breath, and I shake the ouch out. Have you ever done that?”

He shakes his head no, eyes wide, and you smile at him, a little charmed by his chubby cheeks.

“Hey, isn’t that the chick you nearly took out on public the other day?” Eren nods to the ice as he throws his bag over his shoulder coming out of the locker room. “Is she a coach?”

Levi looks over and sees you kneeling down on the ice, holding the hands of a tot who must have taken a fall. He watches you shake out your hands, and the little boy imitates you. You throw your head back to laugh at the boy’s enthusiasm, quickly wiggling his whole body, and take his hand to pull him back to the other tots who have been watching curiously.

You lead them in a line that snakes around the designated area until you reach the door of the rink, making sure they all get off and into the waiting arms of their parents.

He catches your eye, thinking about how pretty you look when you aren’t flipping him off or cussing him out. You give him a hesitant smile before you’re pulled into a conversation with one of the parents.

Eren is looking at him, mouth open as he watches Levi watch you. “Uh, hello?”

Levi looks at him blandly. “Yeah, yeah. She must be a coach if she’s teaching Learn to Skate.”

Eren raises an eyebrow at him. “You look like you’re down bad. For a figure skating coach, of all people.”

“Fuck off, Yeager,” Levi says, pushing him into the wall as he heads for the doors.

[ultramaga]

Every word you said was wrong.

It always impresses me how Leftists will claim to be experts on comics yet never actually post a picture of one. Almost all have only heard of them from tv or movies.

And they don't pay for any of it.

When customers tell the company that they don't like Leftist propaganda being pushed into the entertainment they pay for, the Leftist crows, because causing misery to others is their only joy.

But the customers stop paying. Then the company is confused because the Leftists promised that they would pay - SURPRISE, the anti capitalists don't pay!

The customers take their money elsewhere, the company implodes, and the Leftists look for the next thing they can ruin with wokeness.

You'd think that parasitic cycle could continue indefinitely, but Trump says he will end it. We'll see.

But there is a light in the distance.

Leftism is escalating.

Already we see Leftists urging each other, not just to ruin the entertainment of the normal folk, but to actually kill them. Leftists are being arrested for planning terrorism. And, sometimes for actually following through.

And it astonishes them that there is a reaction to their atrocities. Leftists have grown complacent, getting away with sabotage for decades, but now they are actually outright murdering people, and then crying at the injustice when that is not tolerated.

I give them five years.

Now if you've read history, you'll know why, but for everyone else, there was once a movement called The Weathermen, and just like the Leftists of today, they would ruin things, but it wasn't enough for them.

The Democrats were happy to take advantage of them while they were manageable, but Leftists gotta Leftist, and soon they were pissing on the carpet and assassinating political opponents.

The Democrats withdrew protection, and the last of them were shot or surrendered five years later.

And I look at the Leftists on Tumblr, and I have to say that, like OAC, a lot will ditch the pronouns and claim that they were never Leftists, and a few will stay true - up to the point of being shot by police.

Leftism is a dying movement, and it doesn't even know it yet.

So I encourage all the Leftists, keep chatting on social media, whipping each other into a criminal frenzy, because it's not like Tumblr will sell you out for a shiny nickel...

"X-men is becoming woke!" I'm sorry, have we been seeing the same series?

The main teacher is a disabled man who uses a wheelchair. The team has a powerful African lady who is literally called a god. In some universes, she is in an interracial relationship with Wolverine. The three most powerful members of the team are Jean, Storm, and Rogue, who are ALL women. Bishop is a smart and powerful black man. Forge is Native American and is super smart and builds cool futuristic tech stuff. One of the protagonists is a chinese-american girl whose love interest is a dark-skinned Latino dude. Mystique is literally gender fluid and married to a woman. Mystique also got the woman pregnant by giving herself a penis, which is how Kurt was born. Kitty Pryde is confirmed to be bisexual. Magick is confirmed to be bisexual. Iceman came out as a gay man. Wolverine dated the literal actually HERCULES in one comic. Deadpool has been confirmed by multiple writers (AND THE MOVIE) to be pansexual, and even has a (VIATNAMESE) nonbinary love interest in one comic. The entire series is about minorities living in a society that despises them.

But yeah, sure. Complain about Morph, a SEXLESS SHAPESHIFTER WHO WAS BARELY EVEN IN THE ORIGINAL SHOW, being nonbinary and having a crush on Wolverine.

Xmen has ALWAYS been woke. It's a metaphor for oppression and how anyone who differs from the societal norm is treated terribly. OF COURSE they're going to have queer characters in there 💀

[velvetvexations]

Since we're talking about forcefem, here're most of the forcefem-related asks I've had in my inbox, some of which are a few days old on account of technically going in the vexatious tag if not exactly kink asks. I wanted to answer one from today on it's own which I'll get to later but I wanted to get to the older ones and also get to a few of the others from today while I was at it.

i just saw a post where a trans guy was showing some messages where someone was (unconsensually) basically roleplaying forcefemming him. despite him telling them that he did not want that and that it was very much transphobic, and he atill got a message boiling down to "you're not a man, silly, you're a girl :D" and. to be honest. this was the thing that stopped the brainworms of "what if the whole concept of transandrophobia is actually transmisogynistic and i am entirely wrong" bc at least some of these people will just say the most bog standard transphobic shit to trans guys and not register it as transphobia. so why the fuck would they be right about anything transmascs experience also on that note thank you for being so outspoken in favour of transmascs getting to discuss their oppression. it's really helpful to see trans women stand with us here, especially when it comes to aforementioned brainworms

congratulations to that transphobe for creating a new transandrobro

the 'forcemasc isnt revolutionary' shit is the most annoying iteration of stupid tumblr discourse. like im going through the tag trying to read some horny shit and oh look. theres someone being stupid and hypocritical. in my horny tag.

people are getting tribalist about kinks and it's depressing

Every time people are saying that trans men & mascs cannot possibly fathom being objectified & fetishized, I think on all of the posts I’ve seen that did that exact same thing. And yeah, some of it might have been kink, so no hate no judgement I dabble in that tag too, but I’ve also seen “get in the dress” type posts that seem to be genuinely calling for trans men to be more feminine, untagged & in the wild, enough where I’m like — am I just imagining this? Like am I crazy? Am I missing something, or was that extremely detailed post about why I MUST stay feminine — or become more — for someone else’s benefit being 100% serious? And, again — if it’s kink, all the power to them, I love that for them, I even occasionally love that for me. But I have encountered enough people who were dead serious that I sometimes want no one but trusted friends & advisors to ever witness me again. And then I look at statistics & feel genuinely ill. And yeah, I’m gnc — and there’s the rub, because while I feel genuine joy being fem as well as masc, I want it to be a Choice, not something forced upon me.

people need to be fucking normal

Yh like ik a lot of shitposts don't have any tags but people have. Really gotta tag forcefem. I've blocked a large amount of people making these jokes + filtered their names n I still see it

I'm sorry, anon. <3

Fuck thank you so much for talking so openly about forcemasc. I’m so dumb I thought there wasn’t a name for that kink that I’ve been into for years, albeit my version is way more weirder. It would be like a… forcemascfem??? Like first it’s forcemasc and then it turns into forcefem and then right back to forcemasc…. And then back to- Idk my gender is weird and my kinky fantasy for that is weird

Cross as many boundries as you want, that sounds rad. Forcefem has a lot of infrastructure to jump off of.

“I’m doing a kink in a non kink way so it’s not kink blog!” Sorry this pisses me off It’s still a kink. Like. If someone made an I-suggest-BDSM blog and tried to claim it wasn’t a kink blog I’m sure more people would see how silly this is but because it’s the transfem approved virtuous forcefem they just let it slide??? Like. You are engaging in a kink and thats fine. You can say there won’t be anything explicitly sexual! But it will still be a kink blog because it’s a blog about a kink! A kink blog if you will! It doesn’t matter if you’re not getting off to it, it’s still a kink! That you are participating in! On your blog about that kink!

It SHOULD piss you off! It's extremely fucking scummy!

what the hell? for like one solid minute(longer than that but i like saying it this way) all the forcefem on my dash was tagged and i could blissfully not have to see it every other post and then just today i had to unfollow a buncha people for an assload of untagged forcefem :/ like im transmasc i think its understandable that i do not wish to see that anyway hope your day is goin well miss velvet

yeah it's praxis to not tag kink anymore

trfs are perfectly aware what the "force" bit means when forcemasc comes up in conversation

strange how that works

[mariodreemurr]

Extremely important announcement.

Greetings, everyone. I won’t hold y’all too long with this, so here we go.

During my time being attached to fictional characters, I have spent all my time identifying as a fictolover. This is different from being a selfshipper, which is primarily a thing on Tumblr as opposed to the former. (I really don’t know how to explain the difference to y’all, my apologies.)

But over time, I grew to dissociate with the Reddit ficto communities, including r/waifuism (blech), and now I appreciate Tumblr’s selfshipping community more. As someone who graduated in STEM, my mind is often preoccupied with other things, and as an INFP, my mind wanders from one hyperfixation to another. So I really appreciate the flexibility that selfshipping offers compared to fictolove.

I’m starting to realize that fictolove just doesn’t suit me at all, and hasn’t for the past 2 years. My mind shifts, my interests shift, and I find it even hard to focus on one character for two months. I’m tired of living with this thing I can’t do properly, and it took me too damn long to realize that I cannot go on like this.

With this, I announce that I am completely moving on from fictolove and will exclusively be involved in SELFSHIPPING from now on. I will still post about my F/Os.

You may be asking: but what about Petal? To answer, Petal will be here to stay. I still love her, and I still care for her, but if I do post about her in the future, I will post any and all selfship art with a cat S/I made for her.

In fact, I’m going to make at least one S/I for any and all of my romantic F/Os. People have wondered why I haven’t made nonhuman F/Os if I don’t like being human, which is something I’ve beaten myself up over often, actually. But now, I don’t have to worry about that anymore. Besides, I hate my irl self anyway and how I look and my species. (My INFP ass imagining a more ideal me, lol…) I will probably only have a couple of S/Is I will use for many of my F/Os, but one thing’s for certain: my irl self (including any human versions of me) is out of the picture. I let it slide with my last art piece, but from now on, I’ll have an anthropomorphic S/I for Arly.

And that’s really all there is to it. But one last thing: I will try to be a bit more active here from now on, now that I am fixated on a new F/O of mine again. It’s going to take some time to get used to posting again, but I am confident that if I just give it effort, it will work.

So…yeah. That’s about it.

tl;dr I will exclusively be a selfshipper instead of a fictolover from now on, Petal will stay but she’ll be one of the (many) romantic F/Os I may potentially have.

Please read my full DNI in pinned before interacting, thank you.

[slum-eater03]

A DRUNKEN KING |radioapple|

genre: angst + fluff, angst with happy ending

dynamic: drunkard mess x sober sadist

summary: lucifer finds himself getting drunk at the hotels bar till late at night with angel and husk. only for alastor to find him and wish for blackmail on the drunk king. but it ends up being a more deep, flutter induced conversation rather than blackmail material.

word count: 2.6k

word count for actual fanfic: 2.5k

warnings: heavy cussing, major alcohol abuse, abandoned lover, mentions of depression, not reread (sorry for mistakes ) slight ooc, and mentions of sex.

[this is also posted on AO3 + tumblr under the same title]

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A DRUNKEN KING |radioapple|

one drink turns to two, two turns to five, five turns ten, ten turns to twenty, then the drinks stop counting. the drinks continue flowing, never ending. the drinks numb the pain, the drink cancel his feelings, the drinks help.

even though it took twenty-three drinks for him to finally feel a little dazed. it took many drinks for him to start slurring, took even more for him to start hiccuping and being all giggly.

and of course, only at that moment, do the sinners that occupy the seats near him feel relaxed enough to talk.

“you ever sleep with a man, handsome?” the spider demon slurred just a little, a little tipsy himself.

the king leaned his head up from his crossed arms on the bar counter, “sleep with a man? why would i do that when i have a wife to do so?”

“oh shit! you’re married?” the pink demon said with eyes wide.

lucifer stayed staring at the demon before slowly looking in front of him, “yeah, maybe, i don’t fucking know.”

“that sounds complicated,” the bartender muttered with his rough tone.

lucifer nodded his head to the side, humming in agreement, “you’re preaching to the choir, cat man.”

after the many drinks shared, husk has gotten used to the drunken nickname.

“how the fuck do you not know who’re your married to, toots?” the spider demon leaned near lucifer.

lucifer shrugged in a lazy, drunk way, “i haven’t seen her in, well, i don’t fucking know,” he chuckles but no humor occupied it.

“she.. left you?” angel said with a quirk of a brow.

lucifer gave a drunk sneer, “as if we were never a thing, like we didn’t *hic* have a fffffucking kid together!” as lucifer spoke the more he sat up, a sad grin toying his mouth. his sharp teeth showing in a proud way.

“shit man, why’d she leave?” angel felt bad for the fallen angel, but at the same time was curious. i mean, who leaves the king of hell and lives to tell the story?

“hey man, when you find out, could you tell me?” lucifer asked as he peered over at the demon before taking another swig of his drink, “i just know i woke up and she was gone..” he muttered. he leaned his head down, “i waited so long for her.. so fucking pathetic.”

suddenly, angel didn’t feel so tipsy. he looked over at the short demon, whom also made eye contact with the pink demon, before the two went back to looking at the king. angel sat straighter and husk stood awkwardly, he could barely cheer up angel, who is a low ranked nobody, no way he could do the same with the king of hell.

“ey, uh, sorry sweets, must be hard,” angel muttered, understanding the seriousness of the situation at hand.

“why are you sorry? you didn’t fucking leave me,” lucifer muttered, “ah shit, *hic*, i miss her so much, so ffffuckinnggg much.”

“who do you miss?” both husk and angel jumped in surprise at the newly arrived voice, yet lucifer stayed still, stuck in his mind filled with memories of the beautiful woman he loved.

lucifer’s face slowly went back down to his arms, resting his face and snuggling into his white clothing further.

“uh, he’s a little tipsy right now, cutie pie,” even though his sentence looks like his normal tone, angel sounds more down, more sullen, weary for the king himself.

“ahh, that did not answer my question!” alastor says with a cheery voice, static breaking through it multiple times.

husk rolled his eyes as he cleaned one of the many glass cups the king drank from, “he’s talkin’ bout his failing marriage.”

“i see! what a common drunken confession!” alastor went quiet and his red eyed stare traveled to the drooped over king whom had slumped shoulders and a still body.

“yeah, i think failing isn’t the right word, kitty,” angel taunted as he leaned back in his seat, crossing his long leg over the other, “the marriage is over, no savin it, toots,” angel added.

“shove it in my down my fucking throat why don’t chu? *hic*” the king of hell muttered, though it was muffled as his face was tucked into his arms.

angel rolled his eyes slightly, “i don’t need ta, you already know it, handsome.”

“ffuckkkkk youuuuu,” the king slurred slightly as he leaned up and gave angel a pointed finger. lucifer poked angel in his chest twice before his angry face fell into a more sullen, sadden one, “but you’re, *hic*, right. it is.. over between me and her..”

“as if, you’re practically a kicked puppy, abandoned by its owner on the side of the road,” angel rolled his eyes and soon moved his attention to the bartender. he leaned against it, “when you’re done with this, wanna hang around my room for a bit? i’ve got a fun game we could play,” angel winked.

husk grumbled and rolled his eyes before turning around and placing the stacked glass cups he had cleaned and dried into their rightful places.

“that doesn’t sound like a no, kitty,” angel added, leaning closer towards husk.

“shut up, or else it will be,” husk looked over his shoulder and threw a mean glare at angel before turning around and finishing his job.

angel barked out a laugh, “my lips are sealed, toots.”

husk rolled his eyes, and somehow angel sensed it.

but while the two were stuck paying only each other attention, the other two guys were doing their own thing.

lucifer looked down at the counter, his arms now hanging at his side. he missed his wife. he missed her so much that it hurt physically. he could still see her. he closed his eyes softly and he saw her there. just in arms reach.

she gave him a soft smile, her eyes dazed with love and warmth as she stared at him. he looked down at himself, he was holding a baby. his baby. his little charlie. the little baby giggled and toyed with a fallen piece of blond hair from his head and he felt a smile form warmly on his face.

he peered back up and he looked at his wife again. he took in her image, her beauty, her love. the way she stood with her sleep clothes still on, a baggy shirt lucifer had stolen to wear multiple times, a pair of shorts the king was sure was his own, and socks that gripped her feet in a soft way.

her hair was messy, strands fell to her face and he felt the need to go to her, to tuck them back into place, to place his own soft kisses on her cheek and forehead and tell her good morning and how much he loves her.

but then his eyes open. she’s gone. he looks at his arms, the little bundle of giggles and warmth is gone. he’s alone. he stares at the cold counter before sighing.

the alcohol was getting to him, he’d never be like this in front of people, much less alastor. but he hasn’t really noticed alastor. i mean, the deer demon hadn’t shown himself to the king, how should lucifer know he’s there?

but then alastor does show himself.

“penny for your thoughts, your majesty?” the way he said your majesty, it wasn’t sarcastic, but it wasn’t dripped with adoration or loyalty, just a nickname. alastor said it as if he had said luci or lou.

lucifer turns his head to the demon that now occupies the seat next to him. the king has to crane his neck up a bit in order to actually see the antlered demon.

“what?” lucifer slurred, not really understanding what alastor had said.

“i’m asking you what you’re thinking of, especially in your drunken state,” alastor rephrased.

“i- i don’t know, man,” lucifer said in a sluggish way as he turned his head back to the counter.

“come on, spill it, your majesty. i don’t think i’ve ever seen you drunk, i guess there is a first time for everything,” alastor shrugged, wanting to abuse this moment, wishing lucifer would talk and spill stuff for alastor to use as black mail.

“i’m not duckin drunk,” lucifer growled a little, he wasn’t drunk, he couldn’t be drunk.

“well, you did just say ‘duckin’ instead of the other word, lucifer.”

“common mistake, you deer headed sinner,” lucifer muttered.

alastor sighed, “i see, you are definitely not drunk and is definitely in the right mind space,” alastor rolled his deep red eyes.

a grin formed on the kings mouth, his pointy white teeth showing proudly in a giddy way, and he sits up, leaning backwards just enough where he doesn’t fall on the small stool.

“right, see you learn *hic* pretty quickly, uh, what’s your name?”

alastor gave him a blank look, “we’ve been working together for a little bit, i don’t know if i should be offended or not, sire,” this time when he said the nickname, a sort of venom spilled into his tone.

lucifer rolled his eyes, “fine fine gregory, anyways, you got a bed i can get to? this seat is hurting my ass.”

“what a royal pain the ass you are, your majesty,” alastor grinned, but in a sarcastic, blank way.

“uh, yeah yeah, sure, *hic* anyways, you got a bed george?”

“i do, just not one you are allowed to sleep in,” alastor said in a tone of obvious.

“for someone, *hic*, calling me ‘sire’ and ‘your majesty’, you seem to suck, *hic*, at being a servant,” lucifer leaned close to alastor, making alastor lean back to keep a good distance.

“that’s cause i’m no servant,” alastor brought his red ripped hand up and pressed his pointer finger into the kings chest, causing the fallen angel to move back in a very easy, very sluggish way.

“i’m just a simple, ‘commoner’, who resides in your, ‘kingdom’.”

“same fucking thing, you loser,” lucifer said as he titled his head to the side and stared up at the much taller being.

“it actually isn’t, your majesty, anyways, this talk has gotten no where, i am going to return to my room,” yet the way he said it was a more joking, showing off style.

alastor was teasing the drunken, confused king.

“room? can’t i just take yours for tonight, gilda?”

alastor sighed as he stood from his seat, “call me my name, and i’ll let you take my bed,” though alastor wasn’t going to give up his bed either way.

“whaaaaat? why does a king like, *hic*, i have to remember a servants name like yours?”

“so you can get my bed, of course,” alastor tilted his head, his smile widening and eyes crinkling at the corners.

“huh, you are, *hic*, definitely not a good servant, harrison.”

“wrong! that is not my name, your majesty, guess you don’t get my bed,” alastor taunted, he wanted a good reaction, a reaction that will make him not regret ever going to the bar where he knew the king would be.

“uh, lucile? you look, *hic*, like a lucile with that haircut,” lucifer spoke as he leaned to the side so he could see alastor’s hair cut all the way.

“is that good or bad?”

lucifer paused, staring at his even hair, then his eyes dragged to the long, pointy ears that could play off as hair on the top of alastor’s head.

a soft smile forms on lucifer’s mouth as his eyes drag to meet alastor’s.

“i knew a lucile.. in heaven, very sweet, nice, her hair was always pretty. it’s,” he pauses and looks at alastor’s hair once more before meeting his eyes again, “you have pretty hair, alastor, it’s a good thing, like a, uh, *hic*, compliment of sorts.”

alastor paused as he stared at lucifer. alastor felt warmth form in his cheeks and he felt his ears slightly twitch and his fluffy, deer tail wag just got a second.

after a few seconds, his tail wagged again, and again, and alastor’s lips start to tremble while trying to maintain its evil grinning form.

“you, uh, i see you remembered my name!” alastor pointed out, trying his hardest to hide the warm blush on his cheeks and the wags his fluffy tail keeps creating.

“oh, alastor? you can’t be alastor,” lucifer spoke up as he leaned against the counter in a sort of sluggish way.

alastor’s tail paused the wagging and his eye brow quirked, “why not?”

lucifer looked him up and down, “you’re way to ugly to be him, i mean, your whole body is, *hic*, practically blurring together, alastor is very pretty, he has a nice smile.”

and the tail went back to wagging.

“what do you mean pretty? and nice smile? i don’t think alastor is going for nice smile, your majesty,” alastor muttered, his lips shaking just the slightest as his face heated further.

“i don’t think he tries to do anything, that’s why he’s so great, and.. he’s nice with my baby.”

“what?”

“charlie, my daughter, *hic*, he, he makes her happy… the way i couldn’t.”

“i don’t think you see the way your daughter looks at you.” alastor spoke in a soft tone as he stared down the king.

the king lets out a soft chuckle, “that’s what her little girlfriend said, same as the spider guy.. now you charles? what, what am i missing? i mean, i’ve got eyes! i-i see her alright, i see her everyday.. i don’t know what makes me and everyone else different. i have perfect eye sight, she… she looks at me more like a boss, like im the big evil over lord who controls everything.. im not her dad anymore, im just father.”

alastor stared at the king as he hangs his head and holds it in his palms. this is what alastor wanted. he wanted the king to break, to spill his inner thoughts. he wanted black mail.

yet alastor knew that this was never coming out of his mouth. the words that the king is speaking, will never see the light of day until said man speaks about it once more.

“i miss her, like a lot,” the kings voice broke as he looked up and met alastor’s eyes, yet no tears brimmed the fallen angels eyes for alastor to know that lucifer was in pain, “i messed us up, i messed, her and me, and i can’t go back… agh, fuck, i really can’t tell you how much i miss her, peter.”

something told alastor that it wasn’t just charlie the king was talking about.

it went quiet, just the two staring at each other, one with the eyes of a broken man, and the other with the eyes of a predator.

alastor broke the silence first, “i believe you have a room to occupy, sire,” static was faint over alastor’s voice as he watched the king.

the king looked up at him, a small “hic” noise left his mouth before a childish grin formed on his face, “i guess you are a good servant, dan.”

alastor sighed, “i guess so, your majesty.”

[ultramaga]

", a pew research center study found that 60% identify as moderate or liberal" Not linked, no definition supplied, Leftists call anyone not a Leftist a Nazi - or if they feel generous, they might, as you did, say Nazi-adjacent. "Liberal" is an empty noise where a word used to be, with contradictory definitions. Meanwhile, even Leftist propaganda outlets are conceding the tide is changing.

"parties such as Emmanuel Macron centrist party have taken more progressive views" Progress towards what, exactly? Because Progress used to mean the inevitable spread of America across the globe. Then the Marxists said Progress meant the West would fall to communism before the East. Then Progress suddenly became the castration of children. Progress is a buzzword, a space where ideas used to be. It is undefined, like "woman". "In Spain's socialist party(PSOE) which has once been considered center left" By WHO? You keep making claims with no substantiation. It is a socialist party. For it to do socialist things, like declaring that socialism means everyone can sit about and the work will somehow do itself, is par for the course. Socialists promise whatever it takes to get into power, because the foundational statement is "Reality is a Social Construct". That is, control people's minds and you control reality. Consensus is all. Which is why you get absurdities like arguing that 2+2 might equal five and that humans have an infinite number of sexes. Socialism has no interest in what humanity regards as truth, it only cares about power, and sees everything as involved in power only. The personal is political because EVERYTHING is political. Which is why all Leftist art devolved to dull propaganda.

Imagine there is a gif from the game Concord here. Tumblr doesn't have one. BECAUSE EVEN SOCIALISTS DON'T PLAY SOCIALIST GAMES. SOCIALISM MAKES FOR STUPID AND BORING ENTERTAINMENT, BECAUSE IT DEMANDS EVERYTHING BE A BORING SERMON.

But the numbers don't lie. Overwhelmingly, the numbers can be seen on Steam etc. Socialist games fail, capitalist games succeed.

Socialism inevitably fails - the only achievement it ever has is in destruction, and that only succeeds up to the point where it alienates people so successfully that they shoot socialists on sight.

Frankly, I don't think that is far off.

In fact, a quick look at the Leftism tag finds post after post inciting terrorist attacks. Leftists want, they demand, blood. Because they can't win without violence, without killing all those people who use logic and evidence.

Leftists declared they would punch "Nazis", despite the NSDAP being dead long before any of them were born. They just assaulted or killed anyone they deemed an opponent - and mostly, only if they could catch them alone and unarmed. The rioters steered far clear of the States where citizens could defend themselves. Leftists NEED the citizens to be helpless before they can succeed. Antifa is already a terrorist organisation in many countries. How long until they are shot on sight in America?

Donald J. Trump

@realDonaldTrump

"The United States of America will be designating ANTIFA as a Terrorist Organization."

I think people's patience is running dry. The declaration by Leftists that they will be sexually targetting children was a step too far, and their inability to talk to anyone outside their bubble means that they can no longer stay in contact with mainstream humanity.

When Leftists insisted that children attend their sex shows, it became clear that this had nothing to do with gay rights and everything to do with perverts seizing power.

Perverts in charge of nuclear arsenals. Thanks to Leftism.

https://www.houstonchronicle.com/lifestyle/article/houston-designer-says-ex-biden-staffer-stole-17803723.php

Now, don't get me wrong, Biden's Pardon Party means many Leftists will never be charged for their crimes against humanity, but the People aren't going to forgive the folks who raped their kids that easily, nor will they forgive the ones who covered for them. Remember when mentioning Hunter Biden's laptop would get your account closed on social media, because it was official policy that only a Nazi would claim that Hunter Biden did drugs? And now Daddy Biden pardons him for year after year of crimes. After years of saying he wouldn't do it. I understand that the corruption and decadence of Leftism will take years to sweep away, but you know what? The brooms are being readied. Pronouns are already disappearing from bios in the Democrats. OAC was just ahead of the curve.

The Young Turks suddenly abandoned Leftism, although Ana had clearly been unhappy with it for years, and had clearly cheered on Trump as the votes began to tally.

Go back and watch Ana the first time Trump won, and compare that to the second time.

Across the globe, the tide is turning.

I have said it before - I think Leftism is escalating, and it will inevitably become just another terrorist organisation, like The Weathermen. What's that? You've never heard of them? Because they escalated to violence, and then were shot? Yes. Nobody cares about The Weathermen, and soon, nobody will give a damn about the Leftists. Their day is done.

I understand - there will always be evil in the world. It will revive in some new form. But the castration cultists always had a timer ticking. There's no future in a movement that tries to stop the birth of children. Humanity will not agree with its own destruction.

if you voted for trump, block me. you're a horrible fucking person.

[azaharinflames]

Good response to the "bubble" anon. There's something people in online fandoms need to realize, we are a very small minority. Forget about the BuckTommy bubble or the Buddie bubble, the online fandom for 9-1-1 is itself a bubble. And it's so small in the scheme of things.

A big post might get a few thousand likes on Tumblr. Put those likes against the ten million US & Canada-based viewers 9-1-1 gets weekly, and the online fandom size looks silly in comparison. Then consider that some of those likes on Tumblr are from people living outside of the US and Canada. And that many of those likes are from people who don't watch the show. Those are people who do not matter when it comes to TPTB when their focus is on the bottom line.

The majority of viewers aren't in a fandom for this show. They're more go-with-the-flow. More importantly, they're more likely to base their opinions on what is actually happening on the show whether they love the story or hate it.

This is all to say, regardless of how they feel about BuckTommy, most non-fandom viewers accept they were a couple. Most non-fandom viewers would never even consider Buck and Eddie as romantic because they don't spend countless hours thinking of all the ways Eddie's secretly not the straight character the show is telling us he is.

Those "journalists" are aiming for online fandom views, not the general audience. And so many of them come from that space. You're not getting pros established in TV journalism writing about Buddie. Even if they secretly shipped them, they know better.

Hi, Nonnie! Thanks!

Yeah, you sum it up pretty perfectly here. Not only us, but also Buddies, are a really small (tiny, even) part of the show's viewership. That's why I laugh whenever I see a Buddie threatening to boycott the show, because they simply do not have that power.

Matter of fact is that, based on what we've seen, BT was generally liked by the GA, enough that we saw some of them go out of their way to express their disappointment post 806. And we also know that Buddie isn't a generally liked ship by them, as they'd prefer for them to stay friends. And, honestly, I think this is one of the things that make them extremely mad, the knowledge that our small ship has resonated with the GA audience in a way their hasn't.

(Also, I want to say that this follows what the writers and showrunners wanted. The GA liking BT romantically but not Buddie makes sense, because only one pair was presented as romantic, and it wasn't Buddie. The audience likes things as they are presented to them. They aren't looking up the magnet theory).

Lastly, yes - the journalists very much come from an online space, and they all know what goes on in the 911 fandom. That's why a lot of them choose to cater to the bigger online presence; the same presence that will bully them if they do not cater to them. At this point, these journalists are very much making their own bed, for as they are promising things (in a way) that I honestly believe even they know won't happen. And when all is said and done and things, inevitably, don't go the way the journalists tease, hell will rain on them. But as I say - they're making their own bed (also known as- if you fuck around, you will find out).

Anyway, my inbox is open for ranting, venting, giving your opinions, and, if you want confessions as well!

Take care <3

[hplonesomeart]

Hey. Sorry about the inactivity, but pretty sure no one cared that much anyways lol. Been a looooong time since I kept that distant from Tumblr…at least now I know I’m able to survive without checking posts every day/being chronically online! I’ve got an intense love-hate relationship with this lifestyle I’ve dug myself into. Think I’m getting a little bit better with the balance even if school isn’t really giving me an option. Got a load of work I need to keep catching up on if I don’t want to disappoint my professors. We’ll survive somehow. Here take a quick batch of Puzzle doodles k bye

[deoidesign]

Joked about Adam being divorced one too many times that now I'm getting anti-divorce ads

Adam think of the children... Please...

[sevenlascaras]

@girl4music Heyo! Both @boopblep and @sevenlascaras are my accounts, I just realized I've been talking at you from both accounts interchangeably without ever specifying lol

Spent a while looking for the post that I was reminded of, but never found it 😔 I remember it being something like, in the moment after Catra throws herself into the fire for Adora, Adora responds with a joke that while probably intended to diffuse the tension from her pov, but instead Catra seems to sink at a joke in a moment where she was being pretty emotionally vulnerable, something that's already hard for her.

Though I didn't find that post, I *did* find a lot of interesting posts by searching through everything I had reblogged and tagged, so in lieu of that, I present to you:

(also this is very long and i will be adding to it via reblogs)

Diana's Mega Ultra "So You Just Finished She Ra" Round Up

Analysis Posts

Note: Self plug~

Yeah, so Catra just ran into fire for Adora. Or what she thought was real fire but was actually just an illusion.

Still the sentiment of that well…

You know what it reminds me of.

True love at its greatest and grandest.

I mean there was no true love’s kiss but it was still romantic and beautiful. It still got across the point.

[hotdogmchiggin]

Ma there’s a weird fucking dog outside

I drew spice from @hoofpeet’s replacement ingo au because he’s just a spicy lil guy :) very creachure. Very good.

Bonus: He’s thinking 😈evil thoughts😈

[basofy]