#respect my fucking boundaries

[alaskan-wallflower]

yall i don’t know how many times i need to say this but i don’t want to get political on my blog. stop asking me about my opinions on wars. any political asks will be deleted and blocked. i’m not putting up with that. i don’t know how many more times i need to say it but i don’t want to involve politics on my blog. respect that.

just because i post about why antisemitism and tokenism in fanon is bad doesn’t mean i want to talk politics. and stop assuming my viewings on politics because i talk about antisemitic stereotypes portrayed in fanon and why they’re bad. i’ve never posted anything political on my blog other than an awareness post about sudan’s wifi being cut. i’ve never posted anything about the war. so stop asking shit like ‘WhY dO yOu SuPpOrT aNd FoLlOw PrO (insert political viewing) bLoGs If YoUrE pRo (insert opposing political issue)”

i’ve never talked about the war, nor politics. so stop asking and assuming. you’re making an ass out of yourself.

[words-are-trivial]

don’t make me tap the “proship/comship DNI” sign for the love of god

[dukeofthomas]

"Jason just needs to see things from his family's perspective and understand how much they love him (despite them never actually communicating or showing him through their actions)" is out. "The batfamily putting a single bit of effort into understanding Jason and reconciling with him on his own terms" is in.

[manglam-marfach]

I have a CRYSTAL CLEAR vision of postcanon chillaios political marriage fic where dozens of suitors are vying for Laios's slightly sticky hand & he is. oblivious. Which almost causes a major diplomatic incident. Someone (Kabru) tries to delicately explain that he should probably take a spouse already and Laios is like. Oh cool. Chilchuck? Wanna get married? And Chilchuck who had resigned to let the weird Thing he had for his old coworker die quietly has to fucking deal with THIS now.

[bananafire11]

Hi tumblr,

I'm tired and I've been considering making a masterpost with boundaries n shit, but this will have to do for rn,

It's come to my attention over the span of posting my Wretched au that some people haven't read my bio. I am a MINOR. I'm saying this because I've gotten comments under my posts or in the reblogs that make me uncomfortable, if not a little pissed off that people are saying innapropriate crap about my au.

Please, please do not sexualize my wretched au. Or any other au of mine for that matter. I create them for fun, not for fetishes. And to clear this up, i'm in no way judging you for liking what you like, but for fucks sake keep it to yourself and off my blog.

Thank you.

[blushedfemmes]

… :/

[lov3bunny]

big scary dykes near me who don’t stop when i cry and tell them it hurts and beg them to pull out. hairy dykes near me who laugh and force themselves in me and only get harder when i ask them to stop. mean lesbians near me who make me tell them to stop and tell them they’re hurting me so they can breed my womb while i cry and try to push them off!!!

[corrompir]

twenty year old men are so funny. when I say I like older men, I mean forty yrs and up. I don't want you, I want your dad.

[utilitycaster]

There's this weird phenomenon where the people who are really, really invested in Campaign 3 being The Best try to argue that it's the most closely bonded party. when in fact the absolute strongest material with Bells Hells thus far is them realizing with a shock that they've spent almost three months alternating between "my way or the highway" and smoothing things over to the point that they almost shatter along with Ashton and realize that they absolutely cannot go on a time-sensitive, mission-critical journey to save the world without stopping to take a team-bonding vacation.

And to be clear, this rips, but it feels as though while Campaign 1 and Campaign 2 fans might disagree on their favorite campaigns, they do like their campaigns for what they actually are and simply have different preferences with regards to what kind of story they like. This particular flavor of Campaign 3 fans, and there's a decent number of them, only care about winning on the most kindergarten-ass "all you need is love 🥺" axis (also, shades of the bean-counting/points approach to media analysis) but as a result they put forward an idea of the campaign that's simply not the reality and it's like, do you like Campaign 3? Or do you like the fanfiction version of it you wrote in your head based on the first 10 episodes and into which you have slowly dissolved your brain? There's plenty of valid reasons to enjoy or even prefer the campaign, but it's easily the most dysfunctional party and that's fine!

[yumesei]

Ahahahaha plz don't follow me if we share f/os, it's written everywhere so respectfully, get out of my space

[endopropaganda]

Yall we are getting the craziest asks for our lesboys dni it's not that hard to respect boundaries. I really don't understand how these people can't just ignore it and move on

One of the biggest reasons we have it on our DNI is because our system is Autistic and conflicting labels isn't something we are able to process DUE TO SAID AUTISM!! Plus there are alternative labels that eliminate the need for 'lesboy' labels ie:Gynesexual/Romantic

I'm not gonna tell you what labels you should or shouldn't use. We just don't personally want you interacting?? You can literally just respect that and move the fuck on!!

And the audacity for some of the people to call us Lesbophobic for this is insane because the system member who suggested that dni IS (Technically) A LESBIAN HERSELF.

(The lesbian in question [dont repost this, its our psys art @succulant-system dont send them fucking hate they dont have the same DNI criteria as us)

Your not going to change our DNI with your hate posts. Your not going to change our opinion. Your not going to change our life experiences with conflicting labels that caused the DNI. You don't know if the DNI is from trauma or not. Accept that sometimes, your going to find people who are uncomfortable with something about you and it will drive them away. It happens to everyone. Deal with it.

I know everything I've said is harsh. And well, I don't really care. I'm non empathetic and I'm really not going to give a shit what you think or say, I'm just going to remove it and block you. Respect this blog's fucking boundaries or I personally won't respect yours, thanks!

-Mocha (Jes)

[thegreatimpersonator]

its genuinely so crazy how far up taylor’s ass some of you are. even a colonoscopy can’t get you out.

[skelespidey]

how it feels trying to be calm and collected when someone seems to not trust you so now you feel horrible

[sevikasenby]

yeah i will block you for being a piece of shit you fucking cunt 🙄🙄

[abimee]

deeply appreciate everyones support over the years but with the recent thing i want to remind whoever may have been here for a while that no matter how long youve been following me and no matter what you may think, you ultimately dont know me. If you relate to my art/posts thats wonderful and im very happy for that!!!! But just because you relate to my struggles/thoughts/art does not mean you know me intimately, and you dont know who i am or what i have.

I dont say this to alienate people but to remind you that theres always going to be a barrier between us and that we will never truly know each other, and to remember that before you approach me about anything or with the idea that we're friends/you know things about me. For all you know i can be straight up lying to you about anything, and again, i DO NOT say this to create some sort of doubt around me or to alienate people --- i say this to mean that you should not think of me as a friend, or that you know ''me'', purely through some tumblr posts. If you want to be my friend, you have to actually strike up conversation, send a letter to me or something, play ff14 with me, something that's not just staring at my text posts and claiming you've been around since my X days and have sent me Y amount of anon asks so of course we're besties. I have a small group of friends, and I know who they are, and they know who they are, and nobody else.

I will not name or identify this person, and if you go out of your way to look for them I will openly announce you as a harasser for forgoing my explicit confirmation that this person needs to be left alone --- but this past week, I had a confusing but ultimately harmless interaction with an indivitual tumblr follower, that when taken into privacy turned into a deeply invasive conversation, where a document was revealed to me having been written by this person about me, with an illustration of me inside, declaring multiple things about me that were not true, were not appropriate, and made me incredibly uncomfortable and stressed out. What this document was is nobody's business, but it was obviously written during some sort of mental health situation, and included the person invading my privacy regarding my ''alters''/personalities and believing many things about me, including marking me as a ''big brother'' to their ''little brother'', inadvertently implying I will become an ''introverted fascist'', and when I attempted to communicate with them my discomfort and that I wished to end the conversation they had continued to press me and send me strange messages. This was after being privately and publicly threatened as well. They eventually let the conversation end, but without any apology, and continued to @ me publicly as well.

This was, overall, an incredibly uncomfortable experience, and while I wish all the best for this person and what ever mental state they are in that made them do this, I am also allowed to be incredibly mad about it. Being threatened and then claimed to be the person's ''blood nephew'' in the same sentence is not the way to talk to someone, in an altered mental state or not.

But I do not want anything to come of this. I am airing out my discomfort and to show that people are way too comfortable treating me like shit, but if anybody goes out of their way to dig up who this person is and harasses/bothers them about this you are a piece of shit. Leave them alone, just like I asked them to do and have been doing in return. Let them deal with it on their own!

this is not an uncommon occurence, either. Back when I was discovering and dealing with what I now (and have known for years) was a case of delusional multiple personalities, I had complete strangers attempt to ''talk'' to these sides of myself or to ''get them out'' to talk. I, me, Rylan, have personally been pushed aside for these personalities, alongside people feeding into my delusions (with good intentions, but still,) purely because they got too comfortable with the idea of ''knowing'' me. I had been invited into a private discord server between me and two people, where the person (a mutual's) boyfriend broke down before me and started crying about how ''they'll never be as good as an artist'' as me, and I was made to be the target of this this self-destructive breakdown that was this person seeing me as ''above'' them and treating me on a pedestool. I have multiple times had people personally claim me as their friend and then never treat me with any respect, have had someone send me a death threat and harass me because they were a long-time follower who saw me as a friend until I made an off-hand harmless joke about their comfort character, and many more situations where I was placed into an uncomfortable situation purely because someone invaded my space/parasocialized a friendship between us as complete strangers, and then either made it my problem to deal with their low self esteem, or took it out on me when I did not act 100% to their liking.

I have been open with my Bipolar and my other mental disorders in the past because people wanted to know my experience, possibly help themselves consider something, but if being open creates situations like this then I won't do it anymore.

All I ask is some respect. I have been treated like shit since I was a teenager in highschool by complete strangers, and it's not healthy for me nor is it fun to feel like I'm constantly on the verge of having someone use their enjoyment of my art to treat me like some sort of bacteria on a petri dish, or the shit under their boots. I ask you leave me alone, dear god, just let me live and treat me with respect! I know who I am, and I want my privacy! If you want to be friends, you'll have to put actual work into it instead of just reblogging my art. Do not ever think you know anything about me unless I explictly confirm it. And please, dear god, let me rest! I'm tired of always having my privacy invaded! Please just act normal around me!

[jadewritesficshere]

Eddie cooks and Steve doesn't is a rule in their house.

Eddie is an amazing cook. He sucks at baking because he always stops following the recipes, but cooking??? Eddie could be a chef with how delicious the food is. Eddie learned how to cook out of necessity, and quickly found he actually enjoyed it. Eddie just gets distracted and lazy, tending to go for the quicker options that are still tasty. Put everything in a crockpot and push a button? Sign him up! Throw everything in a stew and stir it? Hell yeah! if he imagines he's making potions for a group of travelers well who really needs to know.

Steve, on the other hand, can't cook. He burns every thing he has ever made. He never really learned how, as when he had to take home ec in school he spent most of his time talking to Tommy and Carol. His dad had told him cooking was "a woman's job"- Steve wishes he could go back to his younger self and punch him for ever listening to his dad's misogynistic bullshit (hell, he would even punch his dad). Steve stuck to sandwiches and cheap frozen dinners, but most nights he bought fast food. It was easy and he always had money for it. He always made up for it by being active in sports (and he wasn't a total fiend he knew enough about health, some days he ordered a salad and grilled chicken sandwich instead of a burger and fries. He always drank diet soda, claiming it was healthier).

Steve never realized Eddie could cook. Steve had lamented over how he's a terrible cook, to which Eddie replied "oh me too". So, Steve had decided to try and cook Eddie a meal for their date one night. Of course day of, he may have set the oven wrong. And he maybe didn't know to cut the potatoes for mashed potatoes and just stuck them whole in a pot with milk. Eddie had come over early and they were kissing when a beeping noise was heard. The smoke detector going off is what alerted them to something being amiss. Eddie had taken one look at the burnt chicken and the smoke rising from the oven and immediately decided Steve was never cooking again. His eye twitched as he had lifted the lid on the pot, seeing a whole ass potato sitting in milk that was sticking and burning to the bottom of the pot, and slowly lowered the lid. Steve had tried not to cry, unable to look Eddie in the eyes as they opened windows to let the smoke vent out. Eddie had kissed his forehead and went to the fridge to see what was available. Eddie ended up making cheesy scrambled eggs, pancakes, and ham. Steve was still upset, disappointed and mad at himself. He took one bite before freezing and then looking up at Eddie. "Does it not taste good?" Eddie had asked. "It tastes like...betrayal! You know I can't cook and don't even mention you're a fucking wizard in the kitchen?" Steve had mock glared at him. "Oh excuse me, well you shouldn't have betrayal," Eddie went to grab Steve's plate and narrowly missed the fork that Steve had tried to stab at his hand, "You can take this food from my cold dead body!" Eddie had went to say something but Steve hunched over it and said "My precious" before shoving food in his face like a gremlin. Eddie's heart had soared at the fact that Steve had made a reference to something he knew Eddie liked even though he never read the books. Steve's heart soared at the fact that they wouldn't have to live on fast food and thought thankgodsomeonecanactuallycookthisissogoodholyshit.

That was the date that cemented the rule that Eddie is the one who cooks.