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qianoir · 3 years ago

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IT3D 2 - Galaga vs. ET

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: college students!WayV x Chinese fem!reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: non-idol au, college au

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ (Do not interact if you are under 18)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: heavy cursing (censored), mentions of sex, nudity, love octogon, foreign humor, overbearing parents

♡ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.2k

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Your stomach started to churn during the lesson so you pulled out a handful of white rabbit candy from the front pocket of your bag. There was more candy than school supplies in your bag so you generously handed a few each to Xiaojun and Kun, whose empty tummies thanked you greatly. The professor soon closed the lecture and the three of you headed out together.

"I don't suppose either of you guys have dance next?" You ask the two boys with a slight laugh.

Both shook their heads. Kun pulled out his schedule, "I have biology." Xiaojun was searching for something or someone behind you as he spoke, "My next class isn't until 2. I'm gonna go try to find one of my other friends. I'll see you guys later?" Kun and you farewelled Xiaojun’s take off.

"Come on, I'll walk you to the dance studio." Kun offered his arm, which you accepted. "You know where dance class is, but you aren't in it?" Kun shook his head, "One of my friends takes dance, as well. He got so lost this morning, I had to help him find the hall."

"Wow I wish I had a friend like you four hours ago.." You told him, remembering Xuejiao and her useless a.ss. Kun smiled, "He should still be in there. He has like 3 dance classes mixed in his schedule." You took note of this and unlinked your arm from Kun's as he delivered you to the dance hall. "Thank you for walking me."

"No problem. I'll catch you around. Good luck!" Kun waved good-bye as you walked into the studio. Immediately, you were hit with shocking sound waves and saw a few very skilled dancers performing some contemporary urban routine. You walked along the far wall to the back corner of the room to put your stuff down then unpacked your dance clothes and walked into the dressing rooms.

Dressing rooms in China are usually very strictly organized to separate genders. The room you walked into did not clearly decipher what gender it was made for, so you could only hope you chose the correct one. You turned a corner housing unoccupied lockers and.. a man fully clothed in ballet attire.. thankfully. The beautiful Asian man looked up from fixing his tights.

"I'm so sorry I thought this was the women's dressing room!" You stuttered, blushing in uncomfy embarrassment.

The man chuckled at you and stood up straight. "You're fine. Everything on this campus is co-ed." He said with a small eye roll. "Oh.. that's a little.. discomforting.." You said, dragging your eyes to the floor to avoid staring at the beautiful man's beautiful body.

He pointed to your dance clothes. "You're taking ballet?" You nodded. "So am I. The class is about to start.. you should get ready quickly." He walked past you, out into the studio.

The strange encounter gave you chills. You wondered if he was the friend Kun mentioned. After all, he was the fourth Asian guy you had seen today. Am I just like a magnet for cute Asian boys?

Taking his advice, you quickly got dressed and slipped out into the dance room where the instructor was already giving his new term speech. You tried to attract as little attention as possible as you walked to sit in an empty space on the floor, which was a little further ahead from the boy you previously met.

"So enough about myself, let's go around the room and have each of you introduce yourself and tell us about your dance background. Starting with blondie over there." The instructor points to a pretty girl with dyed blonde hair.

"Hi, I'm Hyo Yeon Kim, I'm from Incheon, South Korea and I have been dancing mainly hip hop since I was seven years old."

The class claps and this continues for every student. Then it's his turn. He sits up straight and waves around the room as he introduces himself.

"Hi, I'm Sicheng Dong. I'm from Wenzhou, China and I have specialized in traditional Chinese dance since I was 10 years old."

So Sicheng is his name..

Suddenly, the studio door bursts open with a petite Asian boy panting like he just ran the Great Wall.

"S.. sorry.. I'm late.. I slept through the alarms.. I never set." The boy fixes his dance clothes which were thrown carelessly over his body.

"That's ok, son. Come in and introduce yourself and tell us about your dance history." The instructor motions for him to join the group. The boy suddenly has so much energy and brightly greets us, waving his hand high in the air.

"Hi everyone!! My name is Chittaphon “Ten" Leechaiyapornkul! I'm from Bangkok, Thailand and I have been dancing since the womb!!" Everyone laughs at his personality, except Sicheng, who just rolls his eyes, but still smiles at the bubbly boy. Ten takes a seat on the floor next to Sicheng who offers him a hi-five. I guess all the Asians keep it tight here, huh?

"We're almost done, you there, go ahead." The instructor points to you and you straighten your spine before speaking.

"Hi, I'm Y/N. I'm from Hong Kong and I have been dancing contemporary ballet since I was eight years old."

"Very good, Y/N. I think you will fit in nicely with our ballet class." The instructor nods at you before addressing the whole class, "Right, so we will continue to get into actual dancing in the next class. Thank you all for showing up, even if not on time." Everyone turns to Ten who just smiles cheekily in return. "Class dismissed."

You pick yourself up from the floor and decide to wait until everyone has changed to change yourself, since the idea of co-ed dressing rooms still doesn't sit well in your mind. While you wait in the corner, Ten and Sicheng walk towards you.

“Y/N, right?" Ten asks. "Yes, that's me." You smile. "We should hang out sometime! We have a whole clique of native Chinese friends you could be a part of."

"Actually I think I may have already met some of them. Do you know Dejun Xiao and Kun Qian?"

Ten nods enthusiastically. "Wow small world! I'll add you to a group chat with all of us. Give me your phone!" Ten takes your phone from your hands and starts typing your number on his own. The device is suddenly buzzing with new message notifications as it is returned to your hands.

"I can't be late to my next class- we can meet up later! See you, Y/N!!” Ten rushes out of the studio, leaving you and Sicheng alone in the corner.

"Sorry if he scared you. He can be a bit hyper." Sicheng says with a small grin. You wave him off, "It's fine. You should go change now."

"Are you waiting for me to change so you can be alone in the dressing room?" You stay silent. "If you've been taking dance classes since you were eight, you should learn that going out of your comfort zone is essential." Sicheng teases, but offers another option, "There is a better place to change if you're that uncomfortable with it, come on."

Sicheng leads you into the dressing room where you are met with various colors of boobs and a.ss cracks. You just look up and let Sicheng guide the rest of the way. You hear him giggle at your flushed face. You arrive at a spatial closet that is filled with hi-tech film equipment. "This is one of the theatre storage closets. Xiaojun and I hang out here a lot."

Sicheng looks around the room while you stand there, bag in hand and ready to change. His eyes land on you awaiting awkwardly in front of him and he realizes, "Oh sorry! I'll leave you to change." Sicheng apologizes and rushes out of the closet. You laugh at the quirkiness of the cute boy and start getting dressed up again.

Walking out of the storage closet, you see Sicheng waiting in the empty dressing room. He holds up your schedule as he notices you coming out. "You dropped this and I couldn't help but see you're free for a couple of hours. I was wondering if you wanted to get lunch with me and the rest of the guys in the group chat Ten added you to? My treat." He says, handing back your schedule.

You stuff the paper back into your bag, "I would love to."

"Awesome. Let's go."

The two of you walked around the campus and met up with five other Asian guys by the sculpted fountains, three of them being Xiaojun, Kun, and Ten. Xiaojun and Kun noticed you immediately. "Hey nice to see you again. I see you've met Winwin and Ten." You look at Xiaojun confused. "Winwin?"

"That's my nickname." Sicheng blushes. "You can call me 'Win.' It sounds manlier." He puffs his chest a little.

“Y/N, this is Lucas and Hendery. Hendery is from Macau and Lucas is from Hong Kong, like you!" Kun introduced you and Lucas gave you a hi-five, "Waaah what's up, little Hong Konger!?" You laugh as his hi-five pulls you into a bro-hug, where your face painfully smacks into his hard chest. "It's been a while since I've met someone from my hometown. What are you doing in America?" Lucas asked you.

"My parents wanted me to attend an Ivy League to become the best doctor in Hong Kong, so here I am with painful irony." You answered. "Cool, cool. I'm studying animal biology. I love animals, especially puppies."

"You are a puppy!" Ten calls out and everyone agrees. "We actually have a dog and two cats hidden in our dorm, but don't tell the DA." Lucas puts a finger to his lips.

"GUYS LOOK WHAT I JUST SCORED! THEY'RE GIVING OUT FREE CONDOMS!!"

The annoying, orange-haired, Taiwanese kid from your chem class ran to all of you with like 20 unopened condoms in his hands. All of the guys facepalmed and you just rolled your eyes at more of his immature behavior. Yangyang’s eyes fell on you and hid all of the condoms behind his back as he screeched, "What the hell guys!? Why did you invite a chick to hang out with us?? We can't have a girl knowing our manly secrets!"

"B!tch, you and I both know those aren't going to fit your 5’8” a.ss." You motioned to the golden X-tra large rubbers hiding behind his back. The guys except Yangyang laughed when his face started turning red, proving the accuracy of your assumptions.

"You two know each other?" Asked Xiaojun. "We have a.. history." Yangyang narrowed his eyes at you, stuffing the condoms into his backpack without breaking visual contact. "Get over yourself. We only met this morning." You scoffed. The young boy stuck his tongue out at me like he had done once before.

"Let's go eat. I'm starving." Hendery groans.

The group walks to the dining hall where different restaurants are catered to the students and staff. It was decided to eat at a Hawaiian rooftop grill. You sat near the edge with a great view of Manhattan. Winwin sat on your right with Lucas and Kun next to him. Xiaojun sat across from you with Hendery and Yangyang on his side, and Ten at the front of the long table. You looked over the menu placed in your hands.

"Get whatever you want, ok?" Win told you and you complied with thanks. The guys ordered a bunch of food for the table as well as for themselves; you ordered a simple ahi tuna poke bowl.

Upon the food’s arrival, Kun starts a conversation. "How is everyone's first day going?"

"My professor hit my wrist with a ruler because I said Galaga sucked." Yangyang answered. "You had it coming. You think ET: The Video Game should have made a comeback." Xiaojun attacked.

"None of you fools gave ET a chance." Yangyang crossed his arms and looked away.

"My calc professor ate an egg and bacon biscuit from Tim Hortons, then fell asleep." Win said as he stuffed his cheeks with macaroni salad.

"Did he ever wake up?" You wheezed and asked him.

"No."

"Hendery what's on your neck?"

"He got that good-good on the first day- my man!" Yangyang said with his cheeks full.

"Some kid in my aerophysics class launched a bottle rocket into my neck. It really hurts." Hendery replied, rubbing the sore area.

"D.amn."

...

"This dude in my psych class kinda packing no homo." Everyone groaned at Xiaojun’s comment, Ten just smiled and beamed him up.

Everyone finished eating and you offered to pay for yourself, but Winwin wouldn't allow it. You all walked back to the fountains you had met up. Yangyang, Hendery, and Kun left for their next class together. "What do you have next?" Win asked you. "I have biology." You replied.

"Oh you're with us!" You looked over at Lucas and Ten. Turning back to Winwin, "I'll see you later. Maybe we could have a movie night sometime this week, just you and me?" He proposed. "Sure. That sounds fun. Also thank you for buying me lunch, it was yummy." Win smiled at you. "No problem. I'll text you tonight." You nodded and parted ways with the lovely boy who walked with Xiaojun- the other lovely boy.

You walked off with the three Chinese boys, not looking forward to biology, but glad to spend the hour with your cool new friends.

To be continued…

*DA = dorm advisor

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disastrouslyyours · 3 years ago

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I saw you mention Swatch earlier, so how about they show Spamton what for if you catch my drift. >:3

Ooooooh Swatch my beloved!! I love them, I’ve said it before but they really deserve my brainspace more than Spamton does. (Don’t tell him I said that, he’ll get Big Sad lmao.)

(this ask is so old ald;kfjasd my brain has been Wild lately. in fact, all of these asks are old now hahaaa. Not sure how I feel about the characterization of Swatch in this one but I'm posting it anyway! Swatch can have a lil stress ball friend, as a treat.)

There are only so many times you can catch a certain miniature salesman attempting to break into the “basement” of the castle in a week before you start to lose your cool.

Unfortunately for Swatch, they had hit their limit and it was only Tuesday.

They didn’t mind the commotion when it was a once-a-month escapade; in fact, they considered it to be more of a check-in than anything. At least they could confirm their former coworker (and dare they say, friend) was alive. Perhaps not thriving, but at least alive. It was when once-a-month turned into once-a-week that then turned into almost-every-day that Swatch started to feel their composure slip. Swatch always tried to be the one to catch him and throw him out, which was more an attempt to save what remained of his face than anything else. Today, after already having thrown out Spamton twice, Swatch had officially found their limit. Squirming salesman underwing, they brought Spamton out to the back of the castle where they usually punted him into the dark alley. Spamton spared no theatrics, even though Swatch had nearly all of his pleas memorized by now, as he struggled and cursed a string of censored words. Swatch ignored his desperate ramblings as they adjusted their grip on the nuisance, one hand grabbing his collar and the other his coattails as they prepared to launch him into the night. While doing so, Swatch heard a strange sound shudder out of the man’s voice box.

Then again, Swatch exclusively heard strange sounds leave that man’s mouth.

Still, there was no denying that Swatch heard what sounded like a giggle the minute their hands were around his neck. They weren’t sure what this deranged husk of his former friend might find particularly amusing about his situation. On any other day, Swatch would choose to ignore this and continue to “take out the trash”, as it were, but today they were feeling rather vindictive. They turned around, swinging the salesman in their hands as they did so, and pinned him against the wall with a hand on either side of his hips.

“Spamton. We must stop meeting like this.” Swatch’s tone was as level as ever.

“I [Agree to Terms and Conditions], SWATCH MY FRIEND, MY [Old Pal], MY [Best Buddies]. WE SHOULD START MEETING LIKE BEFORE, LIKE THE [Good Ole Days]. IN FACT…” He continued to ramble on a string of words that Swatch simply could not process in their frustration, and found themselves accidentally flexing their hands into fists.

Or, they would be, if they didn’t find their hands full of a now definitely giggling salesman. Swatch connects the dots and stills their hands on his hips, a wicked thought forming in their mind.

“No, you don’t understand. You must stop entering the castle unannounced, looking for something that doesn’t exist in a room that doesn’t exist. Do you agree to those terms and conditions?”

Swatch felt a twinge of guilt. They weren’t really mad at Spamton; quite the opposite. They were always worried that someone like Tasque Manager or the Queen Herself would find him, which would not end nearly as well for the sorry dumpster dweller.

“SWATCH, MY [Valued] [Friend Request], IT ISN’T NICE TO [Lie Detected] TO YOUR [Old Pal Spamton].”

A part of Swatch felt bad for the next thought they had, but the majority of Swatch decided that Spamton had this coming and potentially was even asking for it.

That might’ve been a stretch, but it made Swatch feel better for what they were about to do.

“Here, let me help illustrate my point.” Swatch kneads into Spamton’s stomach, still holding him against the wall, and he completely dissolves into a fit of giggles. “Don’t come back for the rest of the day. In fact, it would be wise of you not to come back the rest of the week.”

“S-SWATCH, [PLEASE], DON’T!” Spamton squirms under their touch but is unable to free himself from Swatch’s strong grip.

“Someone else might discover you, which would lead you down a path to a fate much worse than this.” Swatch squeezes his sides a couple more times before gently placing him on the ground. Spamton blinks in confusion as he looks up at Swatch, unsure why they didn’t just throw him like usual.

“Now go. I’ll give you a head start running before I send a Swatchling or two after you.” Swatch smirks as they wiggle their feathered fingers, and Spamton immediately takes off in a mad dash. Of course, Swatch hadn’t planned to send any swatchlings after him. They wish they could enjoy the sight of Spamton running at mach speed away from the castle, but they couldn’t shake the sinking feeling that they’d see him again in another hour or so.

#im actually very sleepy so i doubt ill do another tn #also if this Misses its bc im sleepy and also rusty heheee #ANYWAYS hope u enjoy it regardless anon #i love u and ur valid #drabble requests #anon asks

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radicchia · 3 years ago

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I just stumbled on your blog and reading through the posts it made me confront some uncomfortable truths. Im very gender dysphoric and was confused about my gender identity, but the real issue isnt that im trans/nb, its that I would WANT to be, bc deep down I want to be a PERSON and not a “just a female”. Its gonna take some time for me to knock the internalized misogyny outta me but its a start. I might not agree with some of the hatefulness toward trans women but still.. thank you. Today I learned “terfs” arent the hitlers theyre painted to be.

Hey, thank you for your message! And sorry for taking so long to reply.

I know you didn't ask for advice, so I hope this is ok. Please take the time to learn about awesome women, connect with other women online and offline, and go out into the physical world and do something with other women! Whether that's in a political group or in a gardening club doesn't matter (although women can't really afford to withdraw from the political, public sphere, but that's another issue). I know all that can be exhausting, but that's in the short term. I was never dysphoric, but I had/have my fair share of problems and getting organised with people helped me so much! It also automatically means finding women you can look up to (if you join the right groups at least, lol). That is an amazing feeling!

As for the hatefulness towards trans women/trans-identified males:

- I agree that sometimes it, let's say, focusses on the wrong aspects and can become quite unhelpful and unfair

- Generally, in radical feminism, you look at men without censoring your analysis for their benefit. That can result in pretty drastic positions (because generally speaking, men aren't great). Now with TiMs, we're already critical of them because they are men and have been socialised that way. But then add to that that their policy focusses a lot on taking away women-only spaces, for which women have fought long and hard. So they are a threat to women's rights in that way. Also, women's health care is worse than men's health care, so dissolving the meaning of the word woman into nothing also does additional harm in that area.

- Another problem with TIMs is that, to be honest, they are men with specific problems. It used to be that most transsexuals were gay men who had experienced a lot of homophobia and as a result took on that female identity - but without claiming they were actually women. Nowadays, you've got a completely different group of men who call themselves trans. A lot of them are heterosexual men with fetishes. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying this is true for all TiMs. I know several TiMs relatively well irl and I know that a lot of factors play into their identification as trans. But you can see a large online scene of TiMs who clearly get off on the objectification of what they perceive as womanhood. They get boners when they wear women's clothing, they want to be sexually molested and degraded. That is a) a problem and b) not an empowering view of what a woman is and what makes her a woman. Add to that other fetishes that you can often find in online TiM communities, such as furry and diaper fetishes, and you can probably tell that it isn't particularly healthy for anyone involved.

- Then there is also the problem of grooming that happens online a lot, where it's often older TiMs who talk girls (and also other men) into thinking they are trans, and ultimately into harming their psychological well-being as well as their social and familial lives and their bodies. I don't find it funny at all, I don't find it merely mean, I think it is dangerous and despicable. My friends and relatives are doing themselves extreme bodily harm because of online spaces like this.

#ask #me #genuinely thank you for the message!#it took me so long because i intended to put more effort in the reply #but then i thought it's better to reply like this than never to reply #radfem #terfs please touch

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thoroughlyskeptic · 3 years ago

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“We both went to the London premiere but not together. We weren’t engaged and there was no reason to sort of show off to the world." USA Today November 18, 2014.

I'd like the Nannies to express their opinion about this please. With the full understanding that no person or persons on this side of the computer can control, sway or change Ben's mind or heart. That's not the point. The point is to understand what you believe is the psychological reasoning behind the decision to use that phrasing with his pregnant, soon to be fiancé and soon to be wife and soon to be mother of his child. According to People magazine and the Daily Mail, and those, including nannies, who said they have seen a Birth Certificate, Christopher Carlton Cumberbatch was born on June 1st. Dislike it all you want, having a birthday makes it possible, and given human nature, likely that people will speculate on the date of conception, especially considering the facts, including the timing with regards to the Oscars and the shotgun* nature of the wedding. If it was a full term no problem pregnancy, 40 weeks, not under or over due, she was 2 and a half months pregnant when the above statement was made.

This story you nannies have built up, that Ben and Sophie have a true perfect love forever, that they never fight, how do you reconcile that with the whole unvarnished truth? Unless Sophie was totally gormless, she must have known she was pregnant. If Ben was dating her and truly in love, he would have known she was pregnant. They married three months later. He was in true love with the women he married, the woman he proposed to, whom he didn't mention by her name in interviews, and didn't want to walk down the red carpet to his movie premiere with the woman making his dreams come true, his dreams of being a father.

Now you are going to yell about things like privacy. That what he said was meant to protect Sophie and hide the pregnancy. I think anyone who is at all skeptical could answer that one. No one eager for privacy about their personal life talks to reporters, USA Today, or People magazine at all, let alone does a wedding dress spread in Vogue. I'm surprised it was in the print edition, and not the digital only. After all, maternity bridal gowns aren't really "en vogue". The long and short of it is that photo spread was well positioned and they managed to photograph her to look like she wasn't 5 1/2 months pregnant, perhaps to make that style of gown more in demand. Shotgun weddings tend to favor empire waists and lots of flounce to disguise the bump.

Now, I know the next question from the peanut gallery will be, why bring this up? They have stayed together, have two more kids together and it has been x and whatever years.

Here are several responses. Pick one or more in any combination.

1. Our feelings don't have to be right to be valid.

2. You have the option to object to our perfectly valid emotional reaction.

3. We have a right to block you from our page. You also have this right.

4. If you object to our opinions, you do not have to read our blogs or interact with us in anyway. If you are constantly feeling harassed because you see content from skeptics, BLOCK THEM, don't blame them! If the worker at Sea World handed you a poncho to protect yourself and you didn't use it, you can't blame the Shamu if you get splashed.(Sorry for the outdated and insensitive analogy but I wanted something easy to understand. I disagree whole hearted with the captivity of intelligent creatures be they aquatic or terrestrial mammals.)

5. We are valid in our own right as people. If you attack us on a personal level, we will defend ourselves and we have the right to do so.

6. As long as we do not interact with anyone,(i.e. Ben, Sophie, Karon, his management, etc) we can say whatever we want on our own blogs. The majority of us have never met him and don't want to. As far as we are concerned, Ben is an imaginary person that we are writing as a character for a long running D&D campaign.

7. However, the same does not apply to you. Many of you have gone out of your way to meet him. You believe that by sending hate to skeptics or doxxing them you will earn validation from him. I worry that some of you are on the brink and if he doesn't acknowledge you one time, or does something that you can't justify with your world view, one of you will snap. You think this about us, I know. But the nannies on the whole have much more emotional investment in Ben's personal life. (As a for instance, The skeptics call him Ben because at least one nanny has said that, "we don't know that he prefers that nickname so we should use his full name" another said "nicknames are for close friends and family and we aren't those, so we should call him by his full name or Mr. Cumberbatch." If Ben even has two thoughts about any skeptic or nanny(especially how they address him in blog posts) for the entire year I'd be surprised. Unless, of course, it when he has to think about you lot bothering him, stalking him, and generally making a nuisance of yourselves.

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I also know you complain that the skeptics don't "love" Ben in every thing he does and don't always watch all his work. The gatekeeping within the fandom, not include how you discount and loathe the skeptics, is extreme. Fans must be all or nothing.

1. Not everyone has the money to participate fully, whether that is buying movies, theater tickets, merchandise or going to conventions to hear him speak. Disregarding fans based on their ability to participate, especially due to financial inability, is gatekeeping and it is the worst kind of gatekeeping. You are saying the only good fans are rich ones.

2. Generally the nannies viewpoint is Eurocentric as well. Some people have jobs, have children to raise, have other things that take priority over "being a fan". Being a fan requires time that poorer countries, less developed countries generally lack. Some countries censor the movies that are shown. Doctor Strange was not shown in the East the way it was in the west and unless you can afford to travel to another location,(Say the London Premiere that didn't quite happen and the nannies were upset because he didn't preform like a good little monkey in a suit for them?) you are made to feel left out by the uber fans.

3. Some people have emotional triggers. Ben's roles tend more towards the dramatic then comedic. Drama can deeply affect those who have experienced similar situations. He has been in movies dealing with Cancer, Childhood Abuse, Incest, Slavery, War, Pedophilia, have I missed any major triggers?

4. He is also in the MCU and the Hobbit movies which have flashing lights which makes them inaccessible to those who have seizures and migraines. Another oft used gatekeeping tactic in fandoms is the restriction of accessibility. In the US, there are compliancy laws for disabilities(although they aren't always obeyed) but smaller, poorer countries may not have accessible movie theaters. Fans with disabilities can not travel as easily as more abled fans. Smaller independent films Benedict made at the beginning of his career may not have captions or audio description or may be unafforable for those that have medical costs to consider.

5. There is also gender bias in the Cumberbatch fandom. One need only look at their chosen name, Cumberbitches. I can think of 15 more gender neutral terms off the top of my head but men and those who identify as male were inherently excluded from the fandom. I can think of ONE male fan. Maybe one that writes under his wife's account as to not get ridiculed. Because they would be ridiculed by the nannies, that is who they are, the "gatekeepers of the fandom", deciding who is worthy to be a Ben fan.

They have made fun of fans before. Not just skeptics. People they don't like or don't want in their little clique. So the majority of Ben's fans are middle aged rich white women. Not because that's who he's trying to reach as an audience but because that is who his uber fans allow to worship him.

If you are in need of examples of how out of control the uber fans are take the following for an example.

Someone did a nice tweet about other actors. It had nothing to do with Ben, although it did feature Tom Hiddleston and other Marvel actors. The ubers starting by saying Ben wasn't listed, then jumped into, well, a screenshot is worth a thousand words.

As they say, that escalated quickly...

*Shotgun Wedding is an American term for a marriage precipitated by the pregnancy. It comes from an American colloquialism, termed as such based on a stereotypical scenario in which the father of the pregnant bride-to-be threatens the reluctant groom with a shotgun in order to ensure that he follows through with the wedding.

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oopsabird · 4 years ago

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Do you know of any masterposts of things to do to cheer up. I got triggered by something earlier today and I'm struggling and I'm not in a place where "validating words" help

Hi anon. I’m sorry to hear you’re not having a great day. I don’t tend to usually operate as an advice blog (and am not planning to start), but I do also LOVE giving advice, and while I don’t have a masterpost, I think I have some tips that may help you out.

My go-to process when I need to make my brain switch emotional tracks from a state of distress is usually a combination of one or more of these three strategies:

1) I do a Five Things Countdown or other mental centering exercise.

You can find the instructions right here. Sometimes I replace the “one thing you can taste” observation with an affirmation that is counter to my feelings of distress, such as making myself list “one thing that made me smile this week” or “one thing I like about myself” or “one thing I am proud of about myself”.

Take your time, give each observation a few seconds to really sink in, and practice deep, measured breathing while you do so.

Going into a little mental descriptive detail about the objects you observe can also help it feel more concrete (ex: “I see a vase, it is blue with green spirals on it, and holds eight pink flowers and five white ones”), and really slow the world down and ground you to it.

2) I journal out my thoughts or how I am feeling.

I have an actual journal notebook for this, but you can also use the Notes app on your phone, a word doc, a random piece of paper, whatever. The most important thing is to not censor yourself and to simply unload this train of thought you can’t stop having into an external space, which helps process it.

Don’t let shame govern what you write during this exercise — nobody ever has to read these thoughts but you.

If you want, you can then symbolically dispose of the thoughts by ripping up the page, deleting the note, etc, if it makes you feel better. Can be very cathartic!

3) Finally, I put on some kind of audio or visual media which makes me laugh or smile.

This is the “cheer me up” stage. Sometimes I will just skip right to this step if I need an IMMEDIATE mood intervention. The audio/visual nature of this is important for me personally because I find it helps to choose something that is going to play itself out without needing any effort or active engagement on my part — I can just sit there and it happens.

My personal go-to’s for this purpose are upbeat music, standup comedy (especially old favourites that reliably make me laugh every time, like John Mulaney’s special The Comeback Kid, or his Salt & Pepper Diner bit), or my favourite top-tier side-splitting Vine compilations. You will know best what is funny to you personally, however I personally ALWAYS at least chuckle a little at this nonsense (cw: shouting).

The intent with this step is that now that you have centered yourself and processed your thoughts, you want to distract and kick-start your brain into moving on to a different emotional state. In my experience, laughter in particular is GREAT for that, because it creates all kinds of endorphins and it’s hard to think of anything else when laughing your ass off. If you decide to go with upbeat music, consider giving in to the urge to dance should it arise!

If you feel up to it, do some colouring, doodling, or some other kind of physical task while this is happening, to better engage your hands/body and the rest of your brain (cooking food and cleaning stuff is good for this, as are stim toys or physical exercise). Do this “audio-visual stimulation” step for as long as it takes to shift your mood or occupy your time until sleep.

Bonus item: having music on throughout the first two steps can really help to fill the space between your thoughts with something ongoing that has a set emotional tone. That tone can be whatever you feel like you need during this time (stuff that makes you sad, stuff that makes you happy, whatever!).

Anyway, I hope this helps, Anon! 💜

This is just my personal set of what I’ve found to be the most effective quick-intervention strategies. Followers, what do you use to shift yourself out of a crummy emotional state?

PS: When it comes to longer-term responses to Bad Days that are good to have in your back pocket, I’d like to talk a bit about my Baseline Recovery checklist that I made. However, that will make a long post even longer, so I will put that part under the cut for those who are interested.

This is a checklist that I made, which I activate on days when I realize that whatever plans I had for the day have been thrown off-track by one kind of depressive spiral or another. You know, the days where you just feel like a lethargic grimy slug, and realize you haven’t moved or looked up from your phone in six hours, and everything is Garbage but it feels like you can’t get out of that cycle bc you haven’t done any self-care all day? I call that fugue state “Slug Mode”. ADHD brain tricks me into it all the time, especially during the pandemic! Often enough that I decided to make an escape plan for it.

The Baseline Recovery list is designed to step-by-step build me back up to a semi-functional state, by starting with small, simple tasks which are also the most essential for my wellbeing, and then building towards more complex objectives. The goal is to “recover to a healthy baseline state”, hence the title.

Each step puts me in a better space to accomplish the step after it — for example, having water to drink allows me to take my meds, and eating literally anything will give me the energy to get up and do some basic personal hygiene. They build on top of each other like a pyramid.

Even if I only complete two or three steps before going back into Slug Mode, I will still be better off physically and mentally than when I hadn’t done any of the steps at all. That’s why I broke “hygiene” and “food” down into two levels — the first level of each one is very basic “survival mode” stuff, and is based on prioritizing fuel for my body and basic physical comfort/cleanliness, while the second levels are more energy-intensive and “optional”, but have long-term benefits. Even if I don’t manage to shower, brushing my teeth and taking a piss and wiping my face with a baby wipe are still important wins. And even if I don’t consume a single vegetable in this whole process, eating the Pringles from my bedside drawer will still give me more calories to fuel me than I had in my body before.

I also allow myself to skip Sleep, Healthy Food and Level 2 hygiene and go right to Make A Task List if this is the kind of day where time demands we speedrun things, or if I know that I am only going to have the energy for very very basic self-care today and will overwhelm myself by trying something harder. And that’s fine! The point of the list is to ease myself gradually back into the steps of existing. I give myself grace and I am patient with myself.

It doesn’t have to look like this, but I would recommend taking some time when you are in a “good” mental state and writing out a plan you can put into action when you need to bounce back from a bad day. Your list might include steps for mindfulness or emotion management, or anything else you find is any important part of getting your groove back. I have mine laminated and keep it on my bedside table, so that it’s within arm’s reach when I need it. Perhaps a pocket index card, or a note on your phone, might be a more useful format to you!

Trying to plan your way out of a bad mental state when you’re in the middle of it can feel like you’re Sisyphus pushing his boulder up the hill, only to have it roll back down on him. Having a plan ahead of time that you can put into action on autopilot with minimal effort is a lifesaver, would definitely recommend!

Again, I hope this was helpful to you, and I hope your day improves, or that tomorrow is better for you. 💜

#long post #asks #anon #self-care #mental health #depression #adhd adventures #most of these are strategies I learned from therapists or constructed myself using what I learned from the therapists #anyway i hope this very long post helps you out a bit!! and anyone else who needs it

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deprssivewriter · 4 years ago

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Errors in general and Nye in particular

Thanks to the best bro for motivation (even though you did it unconsciously).

It’s time to talk about concept and characters, yeah. Although today I will pay attention to the most unprocessed of them.

A brief digression: once upon a time there was a boy of fourteen years old and he wanted characters with angel wings. But he not only had given up on the wings, and he'd given the race the stupid name "Errors," and by the time he was twenty, he hadn't come up with anything better. So, in addition to the wings, Errors each have their own curse (there are only a few types, but more on that later). Accordingly, when they are severely or mortally wounded, the curse consumes them (who understood thay understood, who did not understand they will understand). However, even after the resurrection, the curse does not immediately go away, it torments the wearer for another couple of days (depending on the circumstances), while the body slowly recovers. Errors are born rarely from ordinary people, parents see the wings from birth, even though they are like in a hidden state. By the age of 3-4, Errors awaken their first powers, including their wings, and they can no longer keep them hidden, so for the next few years everyone can see their wings until they learn to control them. We continue to develop my insanity, Errors are immortal. You can kill them only by pulling out their wings, all other methods of killing lead only to rebirth. By the way, the Error itself can not pull out the wings, either, they will grow back in this case. It seems that all the most important things are indicated.

Let's go back to the one I originally wanted to write about. Nye. Initially, he was envisioned as a completely neutral character, but quickly enough something went wrong, and he became an asshole, which probably difficult to find. But a recent conversation with bro made me think about him. I really wanted to write something, and I asked her if she wanted to see something from the life of a certain character. She also said that she wanted Nye and Jack(another Error) to meet for the first time, and I was a little upset. It was in my mind in general terms, but I never thought about this moment in detail, however, as well as about Nye. Among all my characters, he is the only one who does not have a prototype from real life. Somehow, he just happens to exist on its own. Among other things, somehow it turned out that he was fucking special. In theory, the first Error appeared due to a freaking major failure in genetics, according to the theory, all the genes there should have been recessive (I'm not a biologist, so I don't quite understand what I'm saying, I warn you right away). Nye, in turn, was born an albino, which is also a fucking glitch in genetics, and with it came a new curse that no one had before. Nye is currently the only carrier of it (and probably the only one, I don't think that he wants to have a child). So, when I thought about him, I tried to put aside all my negative attitude towards him, and realized that in fact he is very strong, and it is quite possible that he was so twisted because of life. He had to deal with all this shit himself (Errpr’s powers, I mean). And even when he was able to find some information, he still had his curse, which no one had ever seen before. And I will remind you that he is an albino, so he periodically got severe sunburn. I also remind you that the curse begins to work when the wearer is seriously injured. His curse is carnivorous butterflies (yes, what will you do to me). They eat away at the place where the wound is, which is accompanied by hellish pain and not the most pleasant sight, in the case of death, the butterflies eat him completely, while he remains conscious for as long as possible (when I imagine what pain he is experiencing, I already wince). And to avoid suffering, he was able to subdue his own curse, which also happened for the first time in the history of Errors.

Nye has learned to spray his body on butterflies and thus travel long distances in a very short time, he has to wear a black cloak so that the sun can not burn him, and in case of which people do not see his rotten, butterfly-eaten flesh. Also, since some butterflies are extremely good at mimicry, he has learned to use them to turn into any person, which is also a great achievement. Let's go back almost to the beginning of the post, where I mentioned Jack. Nye took him away from his family around the age of 7 to take care of him, so that he would not face the same difficulties as Nye himself. Only Jack's family was good, they loved their son, even too much, perhaps even considered it a blessing that their son was an "angel". But Nye took him anyway. My main character, has a theory that maybe Jack's parents were part of a cult that hunted her once (ugh, in short, Error’s feathers are important shit and that very sect catches them as children until they can't control their wings), or at least were going to give it to them, and all their love is ostentatious, so that Jack does not master the ability to hide his wings for as long as possible. Given that I still haven't refuted this theory, it's possible that this is true, and Nye actually saved him (let's skip the point that after a dozen years, he began to treat him). I'm all for what, maybe Nye is just broken, like almost all of my characters. Yes, compared to someone else (I'm talking about the main OC, yes, her name is Tie), his suffering and pain are not so large-scale, but we all have a different psyche, none of us consists of iron or something harder. In addition, in the end, after almost a decade from the main events, Nye still comes to his senses and realizes that he behaved like an asshole.

Up to this point, I have not had any sketches with Nye, except for some very short snatches from the plot, because it is very difficult. It is extremely difficult for me to think like Nye from events of present, he is extremely adept at mixing lies with the truth, so that in the end you involuntarily begin to believe him.

"You know, I almost feel sorry for her. She has everything and nothing — no friends, no homeland, no family… She is a proud person, she never gives up, but her very contempt for death speaks volumes. She has nothing to lose, and she wants nothing but her own death, and she won't get it. Tie is smart enough to understand this and more… She hates us, fights with us, but even so, she understands that the truth is on our side. By blood, she is a person, but by birth she is tied to Errors and **. ***, Yuzuru, and even ****** can be forgiven and accepted. Tie — no, because the hatred of the traitor and betrayal is stronger than the arguments of reason… She knows how to show that she does not care, but she is a living being. She proved to everyone that she was ready to be the best, but it wouldn't change anything… She will live her life with the stamp, so she does not fall in love. Whatever she is, she is afraid that her children will turn out to be Error and live the same life. That they'll live in hell... "The good has sharp fangs" ... that's what Tie once said. Her drinking with *******, her friendship with demons, her lack of fear… God, everyone is afraid, even me, but Tie is not… She seeks her own death, and finds someone else's, " Nye said softly.

I'm sorry, some of the words are censored (?), because I'm not ready to talk about someone’s names yet. Let's go back to the other one. Will you be able to figure out where the lies are and where the truth is, without knowing anything about Tie?

While the real Nye is hard for me, I have a good understanding of the Nye of the future and, as it turned out, of the past. And all this demagoguery I spread only for the sake of the second.

When the curse first consumed me, I didn't immediately understand what was happening. Gradually, the white butterflies of “death" were killing me. I knew I was turning into food for them, but I couldn't help it. I just lay there helplessly, watching as they gradually absorbed my flesh and reached my bones. Everything happened very slowly, and I was conscious until they got to my heart.

But even after the rebirth, they have not disappeared. I didn't want to go through that excruciating pain again, I didn't want to be [eaten] again.

I tried not to get hurt, but it's very difficult, so I started wearing a black raincoat in all weathers to keep the burns to a minimum. That's something.

But in battle, it is more difficult to avoid a blow or even death. In one of these I do not know how, but just for a couple of seconds, I turned into a flock of butterflies, with the help of which I was able to avoid a blow. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, but it struck me. And ever since, I've been haunted by the thought that it's Me who can control my curse, not it.

With small steps, I began to master it, first scattering the individual parts of the body, getting used to the sensations and control over each of the butterflies. Then it was more difficult, it was necessary to learn not only to scatter the whole body, but also to spend as much time as necessary in this state. It's very energy-intensive, but I'm sure it will pay off for me.

Maybe with this ability, I can become something special, something more…

#writing #original character

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marvel-has-my-soul · 6 years ago

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Jet Fighter

(Peter Parker x OC Female)

Description: Jet is a girl with wings and superhuman strength. Need I say more?

CHAPTER 4-

Parker

Jet sat down at the lunch table, in front of MJ. She shot the other girl a smile and began eating. MJ had her nose buried in a book, her eyes scanning the page quickly. A stack of more books sat in front of her. Jet didn’t interrupt her friend’s reading, and instead took to surveying the room, a habit that Steve had helped her form. She took in everything around her: from Flash cackling at his own joke from where he sat on his lunch table with his friends, to the lunch ladies gossiping about different students, to a group of girls taking down the Homecoming banner. Lily tilted her head.

“Hey, MJ?” She tapped the girl’s shoulder. MJ looked up, an eyebrow raised.

“Yea?” She asked. Jet pointed towards the banner.

“What’s Homecoming?” MJ snorted, setting her book down.

“You really are the epitome of a homeschooler, Fisher.” MJ laughed, before adding, “It’s a dance. A stupid excuse to get dressed up and ask people out. You're lucky you missed this years. It was a bust."

Jet nodded, not fully grasping the concept, but didn’t press MJ for more. Her friend had already picked her book back up and began reading again. Suddenly someone sat down next to Jet and another person sat next to MJ. Jet looked over to see two guys.

The smaller of the two sat next to her while the bigger one took his place next to MJ.

"Hey losers." MJ said, taking a bite out of her apple.

"Hey." Both of the boys chorused together. Then both turned their attention to Jet.

"You're the new girl." The larger one commented. Jet nodded slowly.

"I'm Ned." He continued.

"Lily." Jet responded. She turned her attention to the boy next to her to see him staring her down. "And you are...?" The boy shook his head.

"Oh, um Parker--Peter. I mean, Peter Parker." He stuttered out. Jet nodded.

"Right." She said slowly.

"So where're you from?" Ned asked, breaking the awkward tension between Jet and Peter.

"Upstate, near Syracuse." Jet said, the city name that she had never stepped foot in fell from her mouth without a second thought.

"Oh cool." Ned said. "What made you move down here?"

"My dad travels a lot so he sent me here to live with my uncle."

"Lils never been to a real school before, have ya?" MJ cut in, finally putting her book down.

"Really?" Ned asked, his eyes wide. Jet nodded awkwardly.

"Yea..I was homeschooled."

"That's so weird. So like, you have no clue how to function in normal society."

"I can manage." Jet snapped, narrowing her eyes. Ned's smile disappeared.

"Sorry I was just joking around." He laughed awkwardly. Jet shook her head slightly, noticing out of the corner of her eye that Peter was staring her down again.

"Do you have something to say, Parker?" She asked, turning fully to him. Peter's eyes widened.

"No! Nothing...” Jet raised a brow before turning back to her food and eating. MJ, Ned, and Peter shifted the conversation to something called DECA. Jet tuned them out, having no clue what in the world they were talking about.

I wonder was Steve is up to. Probably having more fun than me. She thought as she bit into her sandwich.

“You should come to our meeting tonight, Lily.” MJ suddenly said. Jet looked up at her friend.

“Sorry?” She said.

“We’re in need of a new member, and you seem pretty smart.” MJ went on. Jet shifted her gaze to Ned then Peter then back to MJ.

“No thanks.” She said flatly.

“Come on, at least come to the meeting. You might be surprised.” MJ pleaded.

“I can’t. My uncle wants me home right after school today.” MJ sat back slightly, her shoulders deflating.

“Alright, but see if you can come to another meeting. I’ll text you the schedule.” MJ held out her hand. Jet peered at it curiously. She slowly extended her own hand, but MJ moved her hand away,

“I’m asking for your phone.” She said. Jet’s eyes widened slightly.

“OH!” She quickly grabbed her phone and passed it to MJ. Her friend immediately handed it back.

“You have to unlock it.”

“Right.” Jet placed her thumb on the censor and her phone unlocked. MJ quickly typed in her number and texted herself. She handed the phone back to Jet.

"I send you the schedule tomorrow and you can show up whenever."

The bell rang, signaling an end to lunch. Jet walked with MJ, Peter, and Ned. Jet darted into the bathroom once her and MJ entered the girls locker room. She locked herself in one of the stalls and quickly changed, pulling her jacket back over her shoulders once she was in her gym clothes. MJ was waiting for her when she walked out.

"Got a nasty scar or something?" She asked.

"What do you mean?" Jet asked.

"No one changes in the bathroom stall, Lils."

"Right...guess I'm just not used to that.."

"No problem. Come on, we're running the mile today and I want to get it over with."

The two girls walked out together, heading down to the track with the other students. Peter and Ned caught up with them as everyone lined up at the starting line. Jet extended her leg back and crouched down, bracing herself to take off.

"What are you doing?" Ned asked.

"It's a race, right?" Jet said. Ned opened his mouth to respond when the gym teacher blew a whistle.

"You all are running the mile today. Don't worry about time, we're not doing anything else today." He said boredly. "On your mark, get set, go."

All the other students started out at a jog, talking with one another, but Jet took off. She sprinted passed them, leaving MJ's side despite her shout of protest. She blew passed the gym teacher, whose whistle fell from him mouth in shock.

She slowed up slightly as she rounded the first curve, knowing that she couldn't be too fast, but she remained in front of the slow moving pack of the rest of the class.

Jet ran with ease, just like she used to running with Steve and Sam. She blew passed the gym teacher, who still watched her in awe. She lapped a few of the stragglers, who all shot her dirty looks. She rushed passed the finish line, running a few paces before stopping, placing her hands on the back of her neck as she caught her breath.

"4:34! Amazing!" Jet whipped around to see the gym teacher looking at his stop watch.

"Thanks." She laughed, knowing she could crush that record on any other day with Steve or Sam.

"Are you in track? Cross country?" He asked. Jet shook her head.

"No sir...never played a sport in my life." The teacher got really excited.

"Listen...uh Lily right?" Jet nodded reluctantly, "I'm the girl's soccer coach, and now you could always join track and just run, or you could play soccer and kick some ass while you're at it."

"Quite the advertiser. I'll think about it."

"Great! Tryouts are this Friday." Jet nodded enthusiastically, the teachers excitement rubbing off on her.

***

Jet sat in the bleachers as the rest of the class finished their mile with much slower times than herself. MJ was in the middle pack of people with Peter and Ned. The three of them trudged up to the top of the bleachers where Jet was perched.

"I...was gonna....tell you...that it wasn't...a race..." Ned gasped out, collapsing down next to her.

"I figured once I had started, but by then it was too late to slow down. But it got me on good terms with Coach Donovan. He wants me to try out for the soccer team."

"Soccer? What about DECA?" MJ asked.

"No offense, MJ...but smarts have never really been my thing." Jet said, looking up at the girl. MJ sighed and sat down on the bench in front of Jet.

"Whatever. Do what you want, I guess." MJ muttered.

"That's really cool, Lily...have you played before." Peter asked, sitting down next to Jet. He seemed to be the only one interested in the conversation so Jet turned towards him and they talked until the end of class.

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tswatch · 7 years ago

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Sorry if something like this has already been answered but do you have any tips for managing anger? For the past week or so I've been feeling angry and a lot of shit happened today and long story short it got so bad that I felt like I wanted to die. Screaming and hitting things help but only for like short term. Idk what's wrong/why I'm so angry.... -ami

Hi ami,

I’m sorry you’re feeling angry like this. It must be hard. And please never apologize for coming to us for advice, OK? That’s what we’re here for.

You said you don’t know why you’re angry. Have you talked to someone about that? Sometimes talking about it out loud makes you realize things you haven’t noticed before. If you feel like you can’t (or don’t want to) talk to anyone, another great method is writing. Just writing your feelings, no censoring yourself, no thinking about it - you’d be surprised at the things that can come out.

I’m also adding a few good resources here for the times when you’re feeling angry and are not in the right place for thinking rationally:

- This is a masterlist of distractions for different moods, including anger

- These are 99 coping skills for when things get too difficult

- These are grounding techniques

- These are specifically physical grounding techniques

- These are soothing grounding techniques

- And these are some great breathing exercises to help you relax

I would suggest trying some of these techniques when you’re feeling calm and level-headed, so you’ll know what to do and be prepared when you really need them.

I’d also like to encourage you to work on finding the root of the problem, as fixing that can help with your anger in the long term.

Let me know what you think and how these worked for you.

Please stay safe and take care :)

-Shiran

#support #shiran #ami #stress management #dealing with anger #Anonymous

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anths-girl · 3 years ago

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This is all SO BEAUTIFULLY said.

Because it's true, that NONE of us, should constantly have to censor ourselves, in fear of offending and/or being misunderstood. Or, sometimes even outright getting absolutely horrible, mean things said to you, in reply.

I myself have been there. Opening up, saying personal things, putting it out there in the world...and not just having it thrown in my face, but getting so bashed for it, that it's left me scarred. I'm frightened of sharing anything, now. I avoid a lot of "social media" (Facebook in particular, because that was where I got flack). I'm TERRIFIED of sharing my writing - original or otherwise - because all of my writing is VERY personal. And...I DON'T want to share that. But, at the same time...I know there might actually be people who might like it. Love it, even. People who would be touched, and who could relate to my stories. BUT, nonetheless...I still don't share it. Because I'm AFRAID to. Because of the mean, petty words of ONE person, years ago. Someone who said, plainly, that I'm "a self-pitying, shit creator." A person who DID NOT know me. Has no clue who I am, as a person, or what I've been through. What experiences shaped me into who - and what - I am, today.

People can be viciously cruel. Especially online. They don't realize, that on the other end of that screen - laptop, phone, whatever - is an actual human being. With FEELINGS. That they often trample all over, without thinking of what their words might be doing to that person. What effects - possibly long-term - their opinions can have, on others.

So yes, THINK, before you comment on something. Think about what you're saying. Would you walk up to someone in the street, and say they look terrible in their outfit, and laugh at them. Or make vomiting sounds at them? So why would you do it online? Comment with a vomiting emoji, or tell someone they look fat?

And it's the same with things people create. Whether it's art, fiction, fanfic... anything. Don't just criticize something someone else made an effort in creating. YOU don't know how much that piece might mean to them. Again... THINK before saying things. Especially negative things. If you don't have anything nice to say... don't say anything. As easy as that. If you don't like something, MOVE ON.

I apologize for the rant. And also, sorry to @nade2308 for kind of hijacking her post! But it's very beautifully written! 😉

There's that point of life again where I'm analyzing my own words and how they might sound to someone else, especially someone that either doesn't see the point or doesn't know me, and then I balk at just saying the thing because my whole life I'm being misunderstood because I do not fit any mold people want to put me in. I am not your typical kid or girl or woman, and I am definitely not going to conform myself to how other people see me. I will treat you with respect, but don't expect me to magically fit a label or to label myself because I won't. I have been burned by people before and badly, I still carry the trauma that it's not visible and I am not airing it out there like laundry. Sometimes I tell things to those who will get it and won't just tap me on the shoulder, but that have the guts to tell me that that person is not me and that I am better than just completely going back to being isolated.

I don't even know why I'm writing this other than I had something to get off my chest and I feel like I have to write it down so I don't lose myself in trying to justify it to myself first and foremost why I did what I did. And the most important thing is to recognize where I truly fucked up and where people think I fucked up and work on both of those moments accordingly.

It's not an exact science and I keep making mistakes, mundane ones at that. But I'm doing my best. And I have realized that words are also perceived in a way that your mood and your body language is and all I can think of is... just try not to read too much into something where something else is concerned or if you wish to, just ask and an explanation will be given to you. I cannot for the life of me figure out where I keep going wrong in miscommunicating things, but I have also realized that that is also based on the interpretation the other party has of what you said. And honestly, I should not be bothered by it, but I am because like I said, I've been burned before and it was because people assumed things about me that weren't true and that misinterpreted concept was what brought those burns. I do not like when people assume things about me that aren't true. It's true I don't care what people think of me other than maybe the people I love, but still that doesn't just make me indifferent to something that's not true about who I am.

Just, be a little more understanding and open, I am a work in progress. We all are.

Nade out.

#personal #rant #reblog #on a personal note

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