#start bullying your racist family members

[shadowedinalixir]

If Elon Musk doing the Nazi salute twice doesn’t radicalise you into taking action… I hate to break to you, you’re the very reason the Nazis were able to do in Germany what they did.

[monimccoythings]

Arlong x reader headcanons

Gosh I'd never thought I'd be doing this. After watching the One Piece Live Action I couldn't help but focus on how amazingly portrayed Arlong was, It was not perfect of course, but it was greatly done just like the rest of the series. I never paid much attention to Arlong in the anime, but gosh he was hot in the Live Action. It has to be the voice... Well, given my surprise at the lack of Arlong fics in the monsterfucking website, I decided to put a remedy to it.

Let's make things clear, you are not his equal, in any single way. To him you are just a pet. A pet he's fiercely possessive and protective of, but a pet after all.

To remind you who you belong to he has you on a collar and leash. If he thinks you are moving to far away he just pulls on the leash to bring you back to his side. Sometimes he will do this for no reason just to annoy you. Because he is an asshole.

He won't brand you with a tattoo, that's for official members, not pets. But still, he will make your living arrangments comfortable enough for you to live somewhat decently. "I don't want my lovely pet upset, do I?" He tells you mockingly.

You don't seem to be prejudiced against fishmen in any way, in fact, you didn't even know that there were prejudices. The way you casually talk to them, as if they were not monsters is one of the things that drew Arlong to you.

Even if you don't have any prejudices, that doesn't mean you are automatically okay with your current situation. Arlong is a bully, a racist jerk that would rather destroy everything than having peace between humans and fishmen. He is a coward at heart and will compromise his vision of Fishmen ruling over the seas over more money and power. The way he treats you is degrading, dehumanizing, the only things that keep you in Arlong Park instead of running away are: your inability to outrun the Fishmen and the soft look in Arlong's eyes when he observes you when he thinks you are not looking.

His crew doesn't seem to mind you at all, they keep their distance because they know you are off-limits. However they like to hear your funny anecdotes before you were abducted and they absolutely adore smashing you at cards becuase you can't seem to remember the rules that were explained to you minutes ago. If they had to pick a single human to save in their new regime, it would be you, honestly.

If Arlong is not there, be sure there'll be always someone watching over you, in case you decide to start getting ideas. You feel conflicted about it, on the one hand you feel insulted Arlong feels the need to have someone babysitting you, after all, you gave your word; on the other hand, you kinda feel bad for the fishman that has to begrudginly stay to take care of the annoying human. The best thing you can do is try to keep the dude entertained with stories of the books you have read and the games you used to play back in your island.

Arlong does not mess around. He is a possessive and very jealous fishman. If he sees anyone, literally anyone, start to make advances on you he'll go for the kill. His crewmembers are smart enough to not pull off a stunt like that. So things can go in two different ways: if your would-be-suitor is a fellow fishman he will sent them a death glare their way until they get the memo; however if they are human, it will be the last time you see them. You wisely choose to ignore the small bloodstains on Arlong's lips.

Sometimes, if you are given enough agency and the leash isn't hooked to the collar, you like to sit on the roof and watch the sea, wondering if your family is okay, if they miss you and if they are proud of you. If it meant keeping them and your village safe, you would do it again. After a couple of hours have passed, Arlong comes to collect you. Sometimes he carries you right away to your chambers, but there are times when he just stands there, watching with you in complete silence. You don't dare to wonder what is crossing his mind, still, you appreciate those moments. They show that he could be more than a misanthropist bully, even if it is just for a couple of hours.

[kafkababe]

Anton Lundin Pettersson- Dump on the Trollhättan School Stabbing

Anton Niclas Lundin Pettersson was born on June 22 1994 in Trollhättan Sweden the youngest of four brothers, two of which were half and were not really in contact with him or the rest of the family. His mother worked as an assistant nurse and his father worked at the Swedish Maritime Administration. Growing up Anton was timid, even avoiding eye contact at all costs. It even was to the point Anton was gifted a pair of sunglasses at the age of four, and wore them every day; all the time. Even indoors. Throughout his life, his family around him said he had a stiff walk. He also had a speech delay, and a short temper- besides that though he was a kind kid. Most of his childhood was spent riding around on mini motorcycles and playing with airsoft guns with his brother in the Swedish forests.

At the age of eight though is when he started to be isolative, even at a young age Anton had a strong liking of weapons, as well as he enjoyed fast vehicles. He also liked marital arts and trained with his brother until puberty. He had a form of scoliosis, and was ashamed by the deformity in his chest that it caused. As a teenager he avoided sports the best of his capability- and hated changing in front of others.

In school, it's debated whether Anton was bullied or not, some saying he was and would even fight his bullies- some saying he wasn't and had friends. He was extremely quiet throughout his teenage and college years having very few friends that he hung out with very little amount. During these hangouts, he'd ride around on a moped and would buy sweets at shops around their town. His brother did say though that these friends weren't truthful to Anton, and that even when hanging out with them he'd still feel left out and alone. Later after graduating with good grades, Anton would majority of the time use excuses to not hang out with these friends, his mother saying every time they called their family phone he'd tell them he was busy before leaving to play video games in his room in isolation. Whenever they would hang out Anton would make racist jokes and would show off his samurai sword he had hanging above his bed in his bedroom. His brother said he'd often slice through water bottles and different things with it.

After college, Anton lived with his mother in a small flat and would spend his time playing video games such as World of Warcraft, Skyrim, and Might of Magic. He had no luck finding a job whatsoever applying for over 80 jobs and not getting a singular interview. He started getting angry and upset over this, his family now after his death saying that it was more than likely his undiagnosed autism that caused his difficulty in getting a job. He soon after isolated himself from everyone including his family and would get irritated if anyone spoke concerned or asked him why he didn't answer any of their texts or calls. His neighbors would complain about him blasting metal music late at night, as well as shooting airsoft guns out of a window. Around this time, an influx of immigrants was going into and being addressed in Sweden- Anton believed that Sweden was losing its true people, and the immigrants were stealing jobs from him and other Swedish citizens. He would complain to his family members and others about this. In his note left at his apartment before the massacre Anton wrote "The blood is on your hands." On the day of the killings, Anton left a message to a man who the majority believed was Anton's only friend. In it, he stated that he wished for the Swedish police to aim well so he had an instant death. During the stabbings, Anton was wearing a WW2 helmet as well as a trench coat and brand new combat boots, all black attire, white and black 'makeup', had a Viking sword, and had sprinkled glitter into his freshly cut hair. During the stabbings and massacre, Anton blasted Rob Zombies 'Dragula' from his phone. He purposely chose the school due to its high immigrant population and killed 4 people including himself, suicide by police, and injured 2. He purposely targeted brown people and refrained from injuring or killing women or children

There is more information about him that i refrained in putting in the post so this post isn't 70000000 pages long. His social media presence was very tiny, his Facebook profile being taken down soonly after the massacre. To this day though, his Youtube profile and playlists remain up- Showing his music taste and interests.

[thatdebaterguy]

Forcing Beliefs

I saw this post here, and clearly they think what they're doing is spreading a good cause, but god they've done it so wrongly. The entire reason of wars stems from different opinions. Hamas believes Israel is some hellish creation that should be wiped off the face of the Earth, Israel thinks it has a right to exist. Saying that's a debate that actually exists genuinely blows my mind, that a country's right to be sovereign and exist peacefully is debated, because barely any Israel supporters say Palestine should be wiped out, but a scary amount of Palestine supporters call for the death of the state of Israel.

It's a debate. I believe strongly that my stance is correct based on morals, facts and evidence, but I don't deny people their right to oppose me or believe Hamas is in the right. Even if Hamas are literally terrorists, I'll let anyone debate that. Also using the 'silence is complicit' argument has never worked in history, when German's just wanting to get through their lives under the Nazi regime weren't out protesting, it doesn't mean they wanted the death of all Jews, they just didn't want to die a horrible death for voicing it. In fact, the way people push supporting Palestine is very similar to the way the nazis were, since many people who speak up and say Israel is in the right, could lose their jobs, their social status, friends, family, get told to kill themselves, just for a difference in opinion. If I was part of a certain fanbase, or even better, if I was queer, and started voicing my opinions for Israel, I'd be called a fake member of the community, a traitor, an oppressor, told to kill myself, and be isolated from that community entirely.

I can't speak for all Israel supporters, many of whom think differently to me, but if you support Palestine, I'll watch movies with you, joke with you, play games with you, go on walks with you, go to restaurants, as long as you aren't some brainwashed incredibly headstrong supporter who refuses to acknowledge any difference in opinion. If you can even just tolerate that one difference, I'll happily get along with you.

One thing they're doing though, they're linking things like supporting Palestine with supporting human rights. I had a teacher who ran the debating club I was part of who taught us the basis of logical argument. An argument can be logical without being true, and the structure went like this; IF you support human rights, AND supporting human rights makes you Pro-Palestine, therefore you MUST support Palestine. I'm a literal example of why that framework is logical, but untrue. I support human rights, innocent victims of war, victims of genocide, but not Palestine. It's a way to rope in more people to their cause, by trying to play on peoples emotions rather than logic, to make the idea of refusing to support Palestine, an alienating, racist, bigoted thing to do, which just isn't true. Don't let people bully you into having certain beliefs. Form your own logical argument that IS true and contains evidence, to base your opinions on. For example, IF genocide is defined by the purposeful extermination of people based on race, ethnicity or other categorical factors, AND you accept that definition of genocide, as it is in the dictionary, therefore you MUST accept that Israel is not committing genocide, because based on the very definition you said you believe, it simply isn't happening, and if you agreed with that definition, then still believe that Israel is committing genocide, then your opinion is illogical and factually wrong, so either you believe they aren't committing genocide or you change the definition of the word, OR try debate that Israel is attempting to wipe out all Palestinians, to which all I have to say is, IF Israel has a weapons arsenal that could wipe out Gaza in minutes, AND Israel is attempting the extermination of all Palestinians, therefore Gaza MUST currently be flattened to the ground. Which it isn't. It really isn't that hard to debunk. Don't get brainwashed.

[ramshacklefey]

I am here to request more Mormon facts🎤

Your wish is my command! I'll even sort them into categories for you.

Amusing:

The fact that there weren't horses in the Americas until European settlers has caused serious problems for their claims that their book is historically accurate.

This has led some to speculate that when the book says "horses" it means "tapirs."

All Mormon men think they're Paladins: at age 12, every amab person is inducted into their priesthood which is supposed to literally bestow on them the power to do miracles in the name of God as long as they are acting in accordance with God's will and living righteously.

They make a big deal of their "sacred secrets" in the temples, mostly so the members don't find out that they're just masonic rituals with the serial numbers shaved off.

Actually their whole structure is basically just a more bizarre version of the masons.

Their mythology makes free will impossible (something I figured out when I was 12, much to the consternation of my youth group leaders)

They believe that the righteous (men) will eventually become Gods and get to start their own universes.

Their supposedly eternal and absolute rules about what constitutes modest dress have nevertheless semi-consistently been updated to keep up with contemporary fashion.

Less funny:

Salt Lake City, Utah, is an unbelievable hotbed of multilevel marketing schemes. Women trapped at home keep getting into them. I guess if you're caught up in one, it's easy to buy into another...

They're well known for community support within their group, but the Church itself is an international multi-billion dollar organization and never gives significant aid to members.

Everyone in the church is required to pay 10% of their (pre-tax) earnings directly to the church.

Every young man in the church is required to serve a 2 year, volunteer mission. They have to fund these themselves.

Church leadership is supposedly called by divine revelation, yet somehow they're almost all from the same enclave of families whose roots trace back to the founders of the church.

My youth group leader once tried to tell me that rock music was spiritually bad and instead I should be listening to musicals and opera. Because the lyrical content was more spiritually pure.

They're in the "we are fighting a literal war against the Forces of Evil" category of evangelicals, but it was to my immense disappointment that this did not mean there were any sexy demons around.

If they took their own morals seriously, they'd all be communists.

Not Remotely Funny:

The church has a truly massive endowment, and their fingers are in a lot of corporate and political pies.

When California was voting on gay marriage back on 2008, the church organized a concerted effort of members buying property in the state so they could vote against it.

Seriously, I cannot stress enough to you how much money and influence the church has. They just don't wave it around as much as some groups.

Joe Smith and his successor, Brigham Young, were pedophiles who used their church doctrine to force teenage girls to marry them.

They're one of the groups that believe peace in the Middle East is a harbinger of the apocalypse.

Yes, they really are that racist.

They encourage members to adopt Native children in order to "save them" from the curse of their ancestors.

They have one of the largest genealogical databases in the world, and they mostly use it to perform proxy baptisms on dead people, including massive numbers of holocaust victims.

Their culture normalizes and even valorizes child abuse by men. All of the most respected men in my congregation growing up regularly beat their kids. This was considered normal and even funny.

Abuse and bullying are rampant for young men on missions.

They're also ableist in the weirdest way. They believe that everyone's soul is a "perfected" version of their body, see. Any neurodivergent or mentally disabled people are "normal" souls trapped in defective bodies.

BYU (the church-owned university) has a rampant problem with suicides among queer students.

Utah has one of the highest rates of depression in the country, especially among women.

[blitheringmcgonagall]

You know what's absurd? I've seen people, a lot of them!, criticize Lily for breaking up that friendship. I try to be neutral about Snape and his fandom but it's hard.

I honestly don’t try to be neutral as you’ll know if you’ve read my fics 😬🤣! I’ve seen people criticise Lily for ending her friendship with Sneep too and I’m utterly baffled…

Like… what even… (lost for words)

I don’t even know where to start without offending anyone unintentionally but it’s like a person, a girl, from an oppressed minority being friends with a guy - this guy’s mum is also from this oppressed minority but his dad isn’t. And he can pass as not being from this group at all. He’s “best friends” with this girl.

But bro starts hanging out with dudes who are well known for being blatantly (insert racist/antisemitic/homophobic/transphobic/whatever bigoted/fascist group you want). These mates - everyone, literally the entire school - knows these guys are bad news/dangerous/vicious and everyone is aware they are planning on joining a right wing violent group bent on targeting the girl’s oppressed minority- by targeting I mean there’s a war on (which I forgot to mention) and this group is involved in terrorising/torturing and killing the girl’s minority.

At this stage you’re wondering why TF this girl is still friends with the guy, right? Yeah… well, he doesn’t act like that in front of her, girl refuses to believe the gossip (correct) about him - due to misplaced loyalty Bla Bla etc…

AnYwAy… girl sees posh knobs being cruel to bigoted fascist friend. Feeling (weirdly) sorry for him, she gives out hell to the two stupid pathetic arses who are bullying him. The posh knob who fancies her but isn’t a fascist wannabe killer guy rolls his eyes at her (girl, what?) and agrees to stop because he likes her.

This upsets fascist dude greatly because it, eh… upsets his masculinity/ fragile ego, so he reacts by lashing out against the reportedly (unrequited) love of his life. As you do, apparently…

So he calls her a nasty slur. Which tbh he’s been calling other members of her minority all the time, outside of her earshot, which is why it so easily “slips out” when emotions are high. Yeah. I know. She reacts as well as anyone could, and is a bit mean back to him. Shocker.

AnYwAy…

Fascist dude tries to apologise afterwards. “It’s okay, I know I say that about everyone else but not you, gurl, you’re different- I’m not bigoted, I’m friends with you, right?”

“No can do, bro,” she says. “ you’ve just revealed your true feelings for me. I’m an exception to the rule, you feel you own me and I’m yours and as long as I don’t step out of line that’s fine but you think I should consider myself lucky that you’re my friend despite my lesser background.”

And she’s finally faced with the real Sneep, the side he tries to hide from her, and decides “bro, I’ve made countless excuses for you over the years, but enough is enough, I can’t remain friends with you. It’s over.”

Now, apparently, according to some people, calling her a slur like that isn’t that bad, because people who are upset and humiliated sometimes say mean and hurtful stuff they don’t mean.

Eh, bollocks. If I am angry with my lesbian family member, the idea of calling her a homophobic slur has never entered my head. Not even remotely. I’ve been very upset with my friend who is from Sudan, has the idea of calling them a racist slur ever entered my head? Nope. Are you joking?

But you see, Sneep did have these thoughts about muggleborns, all the time. He not only thinks this but says it to people all the time.

Not only that, but one of his lovely friends attacked one of Lily’s classmates Mary McDonald with dark magic (Mulciber) and he thinks that’s fine, tries to minimise it saying it was a laugh. Hilarious.

So - as he admits himself - it just sort of slipped out, when his emotions were heightened and he wasn’t thinking straight and being careful hiding that side of himself from her. And the fact he says it as a reaction to feeling humiliated is a bad sign, a sign that he is misogynistic - even if JKR didn’t intend to write him that way, (makes sense if you’ve read my post on incels).

James Potter: "You're lucky Evans was here, Snivellus -"Severus Snape: "I don't need help from filthy little Mudbloods like her!"

Severus Snape: "I never meant to call you Mudblood, it just -"

Lily Evans: "Slipped out? It's too late. I've made excuses for you for years. None of my friends can understand why I even talk to you. You and your precious little Death Eater friends... you've chosen your way, I've chosen mine."

Lily Evans: “You call everyone of my birth Mudblood, Severus. Why should I be any different?”

THE FACT IS THAT PEOPLE HATING ON LILY FOR ENDING HER FRIENDSHIP WITH SNAPE IS ALL BASED ON MISOGYNY.

For a really good article on this:

[gobbluthbutagirl]

last night my sister, who’s 21 with a 1-year-old son(whose father is a deadbeat pothead and contributes nothing financially to his upbringing), and who makes like $10 an hour working full-time in a daycare where she’s exposed to every disease under the sun, was like, “would you guys judge me if i quit the daycare and went back to working at wendy’s? wendy’s pays a little bit more and it’s way less stressful and if i could work part-time in the mornings only i could start taking college classes in the afternoons/evenings/nights.” and of course we’re all like No of course we wouldn’t judge you that sounds like a really great idea! Except for my fucking brother who was like, “why would you want to work at wendy’s when you could come work at dunkin with me?” and we were all like matthew we literally don’t even want YOU working at dunkin why in god’s name would she want to join you.

And keep in mind over the past few months dunkin literally demoted my brother from manager to assistant manager, reduced his pay, and brought over this insane woman from another dunkin to replace him. And she came to work high, did shots while on the clock, and was arrested back in 2014 along with several of her family members for keeping 15 children in a filthy trailer. And she hired this dude that everyone told her not to hire because he had bad vibes AS A SHIFT LEAD and literal weeks later(he didn’t even make it a month) he got fired for actually smoking meth on the job. and he also once got written up for leaving the sink running all night when he closed. And she also hired this 25-year-old white girl who never had a job before in her life who had a panic attack when they put her in the drive thru window one day and then like two days later suggested she should be in the drive thru window instead of her black coworker because “our tips will be higher if people see a white girl in the window” and then quit after less than a week of working there because “i’m not racist, and you guys are bullying me for my analytical mind.” And now that new manager has already quit and they’ve already brought in some old dude to be the NEW new manager and they’re paying him a dollar more than they used to pay my brother when he was the manager.

and my brother is like, “you wouldn’t even want me working there if i was the manager?” And i was like no because you already were the manager and you fucking sucked at it because you dedicated all your time to the job and totally neglected your actual life and you got in so much trouble for all the overtime you gave yourself that they literally demoted you. And then my dad was like, maybe you should go work at wendy’s with abby and he got SO offended. And yet he still didn’t seem to understand why she was offended when he suggested she work at dunkin with him. and meanwhile she’s still kind of outlining her reasons for wanting to leave the daycare, all very good and valid reasons, and my brother is over there acting like a fucking clown. Like making fun of my mom’s accent and trying to get her to say certain words so he can record it and all of this nonsense. and my sister is trying to have a serious conversation with everybody about her future and what she wants to do with her life for her own sake and the sake of her son, and she’s clearly thought about this a lot and is nervous to share it with us!!! like, now is not the fucking time! So i’m like, matthew i think you’re being kind of inappropriate right now. And one thing about me is if EYE have to be the one to tell you you’re being inappropriate, you are REALLY being fucking inappropriate. so he kind of shut up after that and didn’t say anything else. But he also didn’t say anything really in support of our sister and it’s like, what the hell???

Like, terminal case of dunkin brain rot over here. and just because you’ve worked at this one lame ass dead end job for a quarter of your life(he’s 24 and has been there since he was 18) doesn’t mean you can’t be happy for your little sister who is making the decision to take steps to improve her quality of life!! like what the hell man. i really don’t get it.

[lledron]

Thoughts on season 3 (some of them)

Thoughts on season 3 (some of them) Stregobor lived as he died, being a racist. He at least bought the girls some time. Stregobor, Falka is waiting for you too. Call me sentimental, but I love that Fringilla will kill her uncle, you know, the one who left her to rot in Nilfgaard to be beaten and raped. This series is full of family members hurting their family, starting in season 1 with Yennefer. And Ciri has it worse with her sperm donor.

Dijkstra & Philippa: It's like Jesse and James from Pokemon are real and have ambitions beyond just earning their boss's salary. It's a good friendship and if it's not, it's a symbiotic relationship between wizards and whatever Dijkstra is.

Tissaia had a breaking moment, but she rose to fight. Don't worry Tissaia, compared to Tolkien's Celebrimbor your Dark Lord at least didn't keep you for questioning. Vilgefortz being the bad guy. It's great, because he asked me why Tissaia didn't shoot him from behind or something.

I'm worried about Istredd.

Franchesca showed great power in the fight and even had the pep talk with Fringilla. Filavandrel protected Franchesca, very well, but I feel bad that she died.

Where are the novices during the attack? Vil took them for further experiments?

Jaskier and Radovid go too fast in their relationship. I mean, Rad, you've known Dandelion for, like, six months and he still hasn't introduced you to his family. I know that they are cute together, I know that they are in love. The saddest thing is that Radovid wants to go with Jaskier because he doesn't feel safe in his own house. He is right in wanting to leave, in wanting to form his path. He makes me sad because he says that he "was never good at anything".

Which brings us to Vizimir's death. Despite all his hunting for Ciri, despite being a fucking racist to the elves, he loved his brother and his wife. The servants cried when he died, I don't know if it's because they took care of him when he was little or something.

The death of the novices. It's not Triss's fault, she screamed for help and Tissaia dismissed her concerns. Because Arethusa was supposed to be safe and no teacher would attack her students. But no, this happens in real life, the teachers are bullies or abusers, like Stregobor and Vilgefortz. Triss literally can't have happy moments. I hope she has them in the future with Sabrina and Istredd.

Most people complain that Henry isn't coming back, but I didn't come to the show for him. If the protagonists die, the series continues. I hope the change of actor doesn't bring problems, because he's already bringing them. I came for the found family, the sexy wizards and witches.

Tissaia's suicide is so real. Suicides do that, they tell people, friends or family that they are okay and then they kill themselves. At least a part of them. Vincent van Gogh before trying to commit suicide had made plans with his brother to visit him and his family in weeks.

[slashcrz]

I have seen you posting about this RP often but you have never posted an ounce of proof to back up your claims. I am also a bit confused as to why you remained in the group for so many months if you felt the admins were this bad? You even said you knew one of the admins from a previous group and thought they were bad and then still joined their group? It doesn't add up to me.

totally understandable. let me try and explain a little more about what happened in francehq, and why i feel everyone should take extreme precaution before joining this game... due to the nature of some of the experiences that myself, and others, had regarding the admin in question, i share the screenshots privately, off of anon, since they hold some personally identifying information. additionally - ive even had one person go through the effort of their changing their entire online alias just to avoid another potential run-in with the admins, after feeling bullied as well. there are at least 6 different personal accords about being victimized about this admin/admin team (see others sharing their experience after leaving here, and here. we also had support here.) i had 3 former members of francehq reach out to me to thank me for speaking up, sharing they had felt the same and had been gaslit by mars into feeling they were the problem. i can, of course, share these as well upon request but for the safety of those involved, i will be blurring their discord name. of course, many of the victims wish to keep their identity (mainly, their discord) private, i am sure you understand. this got long, so further intel is under the cut + screenshots.

as for the previous group (i assume you mean my comment here), i hesitated before joining francehq for awhile, but i firmly believe in second chances. i joined with a friend who also had concerns, but we wanted to trust that people can change. plus, in 1642 where i ran into mars before, it was just clique-y behavior, and ship chasing... nothing too major, things that can be grown from, right? unfortunately, it all got worse over the months spent in francehq. for me, my issues with mars started in september, and then we had a discussion in october where she admitted to singling me out & not writing with me due to a concern i'd brought up as a member to the admins. i was targeted, and i almost left. i stayed for my good friends, and our plots, and tried to just look past the behavior i was seeing. i think we all want to give the benefit of the doubt, when we can, right?

unfortunately, things worsened, and when things started to get racist and fetish-y, i took back to back hiatuses while i tried to make decisions. mind you - i had over 2k posts on my character blog! this was hours of my life, of my love. but the proof is in the pudding - i mean, look at francehq RIGHT NOW. 23 taken characters, between 3 muns - NONE of them are bipoc, and the majority of the poc are from idol music groups. it's extremely fetishy. additionally - here, here, and here is screenshots of the admin characters, and the relationships that were active (notice the face chasing? these are the characters in the group still).

the final kicker was when mars decided to rewrite the entire backstory of a taken character that she did not play. she decided that this character had to be white, had to be adopted, had to come from another noble family, and the mun had been writing this character for months. mind you - this character was not previously adopted and this character had a full intro, posted and everything. mars has a history of excessive godmodding (and character copying/theft). i can prove this, too. there was no genuine apology or effort made to rectify the godmodding.

ALSO - look at francehq. they have their askbox off, their replies off, their reblogs off, everything is locked down, and they are hiding. you dont hide, unless you have something to hide. i am happy to share my screenshots with anyone off of anon, if they reach out, and i've done so before! <;3 ultimately, it is up to everyone to make their own decision, but i have had 10+ people come forward ( even people i have never met ) with personal experiences with mars. PLEASE TAKE CAUTION. if you decide to involve with this group, please be careful. that is all i am trying to do is spread the awareness.

also lets not forget that mars literally made a colonial rp in the past with heavy slave elements

[semper-legens]

89. Spare, by Prince Harry

Owned: No, library Page count: 407 My summary: The memoir of Prince Harry - youngest son of Charles and Diana, spare to the throne. Join him as he recollects his young life, starting with the death of his mother and travelling through school, the army, royal commitment, and his marriage to Meghan Markle. My rating: 3/5 My commentary:

Hoo boy. A good few months ago, this was the hottest ticket at work. Everyone wanted to know what Prince Harry had to say about his family, about Meghan Markle, about Megxit, about everything that had happened between him and the rest of the royal family. Now, disclaimer here: I am absolutely anti-royal, but I believe that one of the best things an active member of the royal family can do is quit, and Harry did in fact do that. He still benefits from a ton of hereditary wealth and privilege, but of all the Windsors he seems the closest to realising what a bad thing that really is. Well, sort of. This memoir and this man confuse me deeply (which is why this post's going to be longer than average) and I'll explain why under the cut.

So first off - as I said, I find Harry to be the most sympathetic of the royals, and I did ultimately find him to come across as sympathetic here. Regardless of any other factors, the loss of your mother in such a traumatic way at such a young age is going to mess you up, particularly if you are forced to keep interacting with the thing that killed your mother; the paparazzi. Yes, there is a certain element that the royal family will naturally receive higher attentions from newspapers because of their status, but that shouldn't extend to hounding them literally everywhere. People are still entitled to a private life. And particularly later on, when he starts detailing the absolute nightmare the press put Meghan Markle through - there's some controversy about how accurate his claims are, which I'll get to in a minute, but you just need to have been in the UK when 'Megxit' was happening to know how terribly the media treated her. Especially in contrast to Kate Middleton, who was often praised for the exact same things they used to demonise Meghan. And the attitude of the Crown towards her and towards their children is despicable. Harry really comes across in these sections as a man genuinely baffled by how terribly his wife is being treated, and incredibly defensive of her, just trying to look out for his family and his wife. Which is commendable, honestly.

And yet. Especially in the earlier parts of the book, Harry pretty much presents himself as a spoiled little rich boy. He constantly namedrops people (So Meghan and I took the family to Elton John's house), and doesn't seem to understand some of the privilege he was accustomed to. He keeps referencing the places he's lived in, justifying them with 'oh, it's not a real palace' kind of thing, but like...it's still worth more than I'll ever see in my life. He justifies the wearing a Hitler costume incident or being caught on video saying racial slurs as him not knowing how bad it was - okay, sure, I can totally buy that his family are just that level of casually racist, but he was in his 20s at the time. He angsts about not being deployed in the Army because he's too high-profile a target (and therefore a bullet magnet) but not once does he seem to consider that yes, he is placing people's lives in danger just by being there, this isn't a game. And it's notable that, to hear him tell it, Harry never really did anything wrong and has always been a victim. People have come forward disputing some of Harry's claims, some of which cast him in a negative light - he's claimed that Meghan bought gifts for her staff and was generally kind, other people claimed that she had a habit of blanking people and that her behaviour was bullying and unpleasant. Ultimately, I wasn't there, I can't know what the truth truly is, especially since I don't trust sources close to the Crown. Still, it's safe to say that you should take anything Harry claims here with a pinch of salt, at least.

Finally, I want to touch on the writing style. Harry didn't write this himself, he hired a ghost writer instead. How much of the book is in his own words, or in the words of the ghost writer, is not known to me. What is known to me is that this book just feels like one of those terrible ghostwritten memoirs that are just a pageant of tragedies the person involved has gone through. Overly melodramatic prose that loops back around to being funny, repetition of the word 'mummy' roughly a thousand times, a bizarre passage where he does nothing but talk about his penis but insists on calling it his 'todger'...the list goes on. As I've said before, I don't want to ridicule the man, nor am I denying what he went through, particularly with regard to the loss of his mother. What I am saying is that this was perhaps not the best way to present this information. It reads like fiction, or like a trashy 'based-on-a-true-story' direct to video movie. It does not feel like the real experiences of a person who has been through a lot of trauma. More care should have been given to stop the book seeming like a storm of clichés; it really would have helped Harry's points come across more seriously, which I imagine is what he wanted.

Next up, a girl moves into a new home...but what waits for her across the street?

[askrockandfriends]

Ideas for the RWBY rewrite:

-DEFINITELY more scenes showing the racism the Faunus deal with. Something like stores having signs out front explicitly stating "No Faunus", Faunus being excluded from social events after being found out, Faunus being bullied for being Faunus... a store kicking out a Faunus with its clerk stating "We don't serve YOUR kind here!" With this, we're shown the kind of society that the White Fang are rebelling against, and adding further context to the attacks from the more radical members of their ranks.

-V1 and V2 are largely the same for now, except that while Blake did once work for Adam, they were never romantically involved. Rather, Blake left the White Fang due to ideological differences between her and the direction the movement was headed in, and she could no longer agree with the things they were doing/promoting.

-Which leads into V5's battle between Blake and Adam. Rather than a fight against a disgruntled ex, this is a battle of ideologies between a former White Fang member and the current leader of the White Fang. Blake, through her interactions with Team RWBY, now believes some humans can have the potential to do good and help change society for the betterment of everyone, while Adam, having experienced none of that and, in fact, having only experienced the negative side of human society (including being a slave to the Schnee Dust Company where he was harshly mistreated), he believes that the only way for society to change is if the Faunus fight back against their treatment violently and through sheer force until the humans cave and give them the rights the White Fang has demanded for so long. The entire battle happens during an attack from the radical White Fang members, giving the rest of Team RWBY an excuse to involve themselves, as while as Ghira, Kali, Sun, Neptune, and JNPR.

-Ghira, a supporter of the more peaceful White Fang movement, worried increasingly about Blake as the movement grew more and more radical. When Blake returns home, though, and reveals she left the White Fang due to ideological differences, he feels a sense of relief.

-However, due to the radicalization of the White Fang, and Blake's involvement with Team RWBY, a combat unit that could potentially aid in dealing with them, Ghira and Kali decide it's now time to push back and try to get the White Fang back to what it was again.

-Note on the battle: RWBY appears beside Blake at one point, to demonstrate her point that not all humans are inherently evil and some can have the capacity for acceptance. Adam, seeing that one of the people Blake is allied with is WEISS SCHNEE, daughter of the Schnee Dust Company president, believes this alone destroys her point, due to the Schnee Dust Company's treatment and enslavement of Faunus (including him), and overall morally corrupt standing amongst the Faunus.

-Speaking of Weiss, she starts out just as arrogant and racist against Faunus as the rest of her family and society, and doesn't fully change straight away. Rather, she and Blake hold some tension for quite a while throughout the story due to being forced to be on a team together, but over the course of the story, learn to accept each other and eventually become friends.

-Yang's PTSD arc means she doesn't confront Adam straight away, and, in fact, it takes longer than it did in canon (like a volume/volume and a half) and a lot of therapy and support from her family for her to be fully comfortable going into battle again. Even when she recovers enough to rejoin the team, some events can still trigger flashbacks of her traumatic encounter with Adam and make it difficult for her to focus in battle. However, she does push up her courage just enough to get at least one shot in on Adam as payback for the loss of her arm.

-Ruby, though she tries her best, has to grow from being seen as the "child" to the respected leader of Team RWBY throughout the course of the story. It's not easy, though, especially when one of your teammates is Weiss Schnee. Critical failures on the part of the team can have a profound impact on her and at times cause her to doubt her ability to lead the team effectively, to which someone like Ozpin will have to intervene on her behalf. Even the societies themselves might not have the best opinion of her or her team from some of the more critical failures, which is something she's going to have to explain away and then prove to them that she's a more capable leader than she seems with the ability to make decisions that do help out in seemingly dire situations.

-Blake and Sun have their arc from canon that hinted that they would get together, and, in fact, eventually, they do get together. While they work on separate teams, Sun does help Blake in critical battles like the battle against Adam and the White Fang and proves himself a critical ally on missions for Team RWBY.

-AND NO BEES!

[to-the-moon-angel69]

can i just quickly rant about kpop bcuz if i do in another platform *coughinstagramcough* i feel like i would get murdered??

yes

ok

fuck

kpop is amazing at first for me. it all started in 2018 and i don’t regret it. some of the songs are soulless, but how many songs are, y’know? But the ones which do have depth are just amazing. I recommend Stray Kids, Ateez, Nmixx and Gidle.

the problem is the fandom is horrendous. i fucking hate them and constantly hate on each other. which becomes a problem for me to try to find friends without them judging my opinions. My opinions could be controversial but they are not borderline illegal like bro what??

-Stop bullying the ‘bully’-

Many idols have been falsely accused for bullying. some for not “opening a door for someone”, some got randomly accused and some even got kicked out of a group bcuz of misunderstandings and false accusations. People start crying wolf when it finally happens. When they get kicked out or announced as innocent. But guess what they were doing during all of that? Bully the shit out of all of these idols. like bro. stop being a fucking hypocrite and start acting logically, unless that’s too fucking hard for you. I’m not a Blackpink stan and stopped being a BTS stan. i don’t hate them nor love them. they’re music is good but some artists are better. The fact that some kpop stans are fucking shitting on them day and night as if it won’t hurt them?? like, you don’t like them, good but stfu. They are real people. If you were a public figure, you wouldn’t want death threats being thrown at you and your family, insults on dead relatives and being called a slut?? like come on. this is why so many idols are going on mental health breaks or even unalive themselves. Reason one why i hate stans

-Kpop idols are not fucking babies-

One thing that i’ve seen being told is that “they’re korean, they wouldn’t know about this” NOT UNTIL THIS IDOL IS FUCKING HALF AMERICAN AND 24/7 ON THE INTERNET!! like, Somi who is half korean and half canadian promoted starbucks during a boycott. She can do whatever she wants but people will also think that she’s a Isreal supporter. She didn’t apologize and just took out the video. like fuck, people and so many people were excusing her action and it would be time to “educate” her. Many of these idols aren’t fucking babies. Good exemple could be RM from BTS and his knowledge of the world. Like bro, it’s not that hard to make a google search.

Another scandal that could be in this category is when some idols have done some racist stuff. I don’t excuse it at all but i saw a video of japanese citizens not even know what the n@zi symbol looks like. So korean people who you barely hear about when it comes the WW2, how would they know. Yet still, some idols do some horrible racist shit and some get away with it. Like BTS, Twice, Jessi and more. Some are babied thinking that “aw they wouldn’t know” but guess dafuq what? THEY STILL SAY THAT SHIT ABOUT THE FUCKING ENGLISH SPEAKING MEMBERS. When i say english speaking, 9/10 they are from a western country. I’m saying it, my favourite group Stray Kids have done some shit but have said sorry immediately. without batting an eye. One of them even put it as there messaging app bio so that the company wouldn’t alter their response. This is what they should do. Educate themselves and understand why they are getting the hate. not babied or bullied.

there’s a balance. they should understand what they did was wrong and understand the consequences of their actions. you don’t know how many fans they lost and futures haters they got.

fuck the kpop stans cuz i can’t even have a fucking convo with them.

anygay, have a nice day.

[all-his-candy-necklaces]

my heart is heavy and has been heavy for some time now. long time. and not just because of my little brother's death -- but it definitely has much to do with it-- but also because i am, to some degree, adversely being affected by the anti-trans bills and laws and rhetoric and subsequent abusive language surrounding lgbtq+ and trans individuals.

and obviously it is intended to produce such an effect :/

and i feel bad for myself and subsequently feel bad, depressed, upset, sad, irritated, oppressed by the aforementioned thoughts, and also find myself feeling for those around me who are also part of the community and yet also face their own adversity. Especially given the volatile, flat out hateful and ignorant rhetoric and legislation that is being passed against LGBTQ+ people .

i met a trans person at work named mason and it just reminds me of the climate we are in . so many laws being passed against trans people. trans children. against children. and it carves me up inside when these grown people will openly be transphobic and homophobic and racist etc in front of kids . and they don't even care because no one wants to treat them like children . all these laws are hurting kids. trans kids. lgbtq+ kids . and it is things like that that just aggravated me, incense me, and shatter me. i know what its like to be a queer child trying to "grow up" in various spaces and environments where it just seems you're not welcomed. not invited . not wanted .

speaking personally, i "grew up" in a very unstable, volatile, unpredictable, violent, abusive house where my malignant narcissist of a father constantly screamed at us, insulted us, beat me, hit me, was homophobic towards me. many of his 'family members' were homophobic towards me and knew that my father abused me verbally, physically, emotionally. they all knew and partook in abusing a child because no one was going to say anything.

and so, before going into a tangent, i had a very abusive, traumatic, dreary , difficult childhood and then being a child and being queer is obviously not easy. and this is what i wanted to piece together : that being a child and having to rely on grown people whilst said grown people are openly hostile, abusive, homophobic, transphobic, bigoted towards you is an immense and damaging hurdle.

going to school, being bullied and tormented at school by others for your sexuality. people constantly asking if you're gay or a fag or like dick to purposefully intimidate you, bully you, torment you, and once again make you feel like you don't belong .

having to go back 'home' and being abused and screamed at by my father who was also homophobic . when did i ever just get to be a kid ? when did i ever just get to worry about........ nothing ? and that's the thing........ i was always worried . constantly on fight or flight mode. and people need to start acknowledging and realizing the trauma and purposefully crafted and insidious hurdles that we are throwing at mere children by passing these anti-lgbtq and anti-trans bills.

i know what it's like being that scared, depressed, suicidal , confused, lonely queer kid who sees these things that are happening around and to me --the open homophobia from people around you and society, the bullying, the hatred, the open discrimination and ignorance-- and wondering why i should even think life is worth living if the world seemingly doesn't want me here . i have been suicidal many times throughout my life and my adolescents and now and i am not in my thirties yet . why don't we take these things into consideration when making this bills and promulgating this discriminatory and harmful rhetoric? its not that they don't realize these things, its that they don't care .

and that nonchalance and indifference that you feel and get from people who don't care about you, who don't care about who you are, and only want you dead because you're queer is something that you come to see all too well .

these are children that are being harmed and who are dying because they're not getting access to gender affirming care, to therapy, to actually supporting and listening to them . if you listened you would know that no one is "forcing this" on anyone . its who they are . half of trans people will attempt suicide . half of them . remember that when you see children and see children's faces and know that these bills and transphobia and homophobia and hatred doesn't just affect grown people . oh no. these are children that are being killed on purpose . they love to say "this is what kids are being exposed to" when talking about paraphernalia that supports pride and anyone who isn't heteronormative . but why is the same not said about these bills and the openly anti-queer rhetoric that is being espoused ?

children aren't being harmed because of some t shirt with a pride flag on it . they're being harmed by society, the world at large, and supposed grown individuals .

i miss my little brother so much .his birthday is next week and i would say my heart would collapse but it just feels empty right now . i think about him , i wish he were with us, but he's not. and it is incredibly hard for my mother . i saw her yesterday and she looked distraught and depressed. and how could one not be ? i tell her don't stop yourself from feeling that way , because it is not a one and done thing, even if it is so fucking hard .

what really breaks me is knowing he was getting bullied at school for being neurodivergent . because he had learning disabilities and a low IQ, had asperger's, and had difficulties socializing, and was held back twice, those terrible teenagers were taunting him and mocking him and asking him why he was held back and if he was "dumb or something" . he told my sister that he "didn't know what to do anymore". and it wasn't just the bullying and the difficulties from aspergers, but also struggling with depression, struggling to continue "life" through a pandemic . being unsure of what their purpose was . i think just feeling all around unhappy and depressed. and i told my mother that he was depressed . depression kills. believe me, depression kills. i have been right there so many times in my own life . i have stood right there so many times in my own life at various intervals . no one has to tell me "i don't understand how someone so young could take their life" or how someone could take their life . you don't have to tell me because i have stood right there so many times.

wanting to die

wishing i was dead

thinking that things would be better if i was dead

and those were the same words that my little brother told me last year when he told me that sometimes he thought things would be better if he was dead . he told me he didn't know what his "purpose" in life was, he told me he was tired of going to doctor's appointments and seeing specialists for Asperger's and whatnot. he had been placed in a psychiatric hospital twice for self harm and depression . i remember seeing cuts on his arms because he was self harming . i know that things we're so difficult and probably made no sense . my mom told me about how they had to take him to the emergency room at night a couple of times because he was having an anxiety attack and started self harming. it breaks my heart to think that and to know this because i have struggled and faced so much strife in my few years, and to see my little brother go through it as well made me feel like a parent who couldn't protect their child . and i think that is what really makes me aches and feel so empty ; he was my little brother but he was also like my child . but....... i also know that it is simply not possible to protect your child or a child from everything . i also know that very well because i was that child that wasn't protected and was exposed to many difficult things early on .

i know what it's like to feel like i don't belong or like things would be better if i was dead or i wish the bullying and the abuse and the torment and hatred would stop .

it pains me to know that he felt that too and also felt different things that i have never experienced . the things he told me shattered me . but im glad he told me. im glad he confided in me because i always told him i loved him, and that we loved him . always .

the truth does hurt.

but we can't protect them from everything.

there is no doubt that we tried . my mom did everything, we did everything . and i told my mother "we did everything we could, and now there's nothing left for us to do. its out of our control now." we did everything we could. i dont doubt that. and now theres nothing left for us to do . i know that life is not fair, and that you can't protect someone from everything . but, like lana said, "sometimes life is hard and the road gets tough, i dont know why" . i know we always want answers , but sometimes there are more questions than answers .

i just wish i could do something to make my mom feel better but i also know she faces a pain that i know nothing about . i just hope that we can find something in this nothingness . i dont know what it is.....

i miss him so much . but i would never want someone to live a life that they don't enjoy or that they can't enjoy . that's not a life. that's not living. and i know all too well what it is like to live for others than to live for yourself . and that might as well be an existence, not a life.

i miss him so much . i love him so much . there are a plethora of feelings but no words . well, that's why the most profound things in life are inexpressible

i dont know . i dont what happens

but we never know

protect kids. protect queer kids. protect trans kids.

protect queer people

[caffeineandsociety]

See, the problem with talking about ageism (defined as prejudice and discrimination against adults for being "too old", legally protected at age 40 but starts as young as 25 or even approaching it in some spaces - there is a flip side used against children and teenagers; this is called adultism and it will be discussed) is that when you talk about how people demonize aging - how people act like you're just inherently bad and creepy for having the wrong kind of adulthood, the wrong kind of consensual relationships with other adults, the wrong hobbies for your age - well, if you're speaking from dread then people say you don't know what you're talking about yet...and if you're speaking from experience, people say you're full of shit and just talking down to people--

Because age = authority...except when it doesn’t.

Pointing out when younger people are wielding a power system over you, therefore, often reads as not as a legitimate grievance but as ''WUUHHH WAAAHHH RESPECT MUH AUTHORITAE''...especially when it couldn't be farther from that, because the status quo is a powerful drug; it's so fucking easy to see people who are ACTUALLY wielding their age as a cudgel to DEFEND the status quo (except of course where it harms them personally) as Authorities To Be Respected, and it's easy to project the profile of grumpy old bully mad that The Youths aren't bowing to their authority onto people complaining about how ableism and other power structures get used to write anyone over 25 or so off as expired and useless and bad.

But why does this happen? Why is age equated to authority except when it's convenient to uphold the status quo?

Because of adultism.

Because for the first 18 years of people's lives we DO insist that seniority = ABSOLUTE AND UNQUESTIONABLE authority over them. Because we act like age of majority is not a legal distinction, drawing a line between someone who is too young to be reasonably expected to be fully responsible for all the demands we make of adults and someone who we CAN expect to be knowledgeable enough and have enough impulse control to do so - not because it is a hard and fast rule, not because there's a magical transformation that happens internally within a person on their 18th birthday, but because we need to draw a line somewhere consistent because the alternative methods of determining when someone graduates from child to adult (e.g., skill and ability testing) could and WOULD get very ableist, racist, and/or classist, though the act of drawing that line does create some inevitable degree of power differential across it. No, we treat it as the line where someone goes OVERNIGHT from a mindless baby doll to a full human person - and prior to that we treat them more like PROPERTY than people.

But possibly the biggest problem with talking about adultism is that the people CURRENTLY suffering under it struggle to separate its actual effects from just...inevitable stressors of being young.

Things like not only a systemic failure to give kids access to escape routes from abusive family members, but a system that values ~keeping families together~ over all else in the case of anything short of straight up murdering one of your kids (...as long as the parents are white and wealthy enough and obedient to the state at least); forced-birthers treating children like a punishment, not caring that when they are born they will be HUMAN PEOPLE who are likely to be resented by their parents as a symbol of the systems that ruined their lives and these children WILL know it; infrastructure that is built for average-size adults of average ability and MAYBE one wheelchair user at a time if we're REALLY feeling creative and NO ONE ELSE (butting up against ableism yet again!) (thinking about how Norway realized kids were more at risk of being hit by cars because kids LITERALLY COULD NOT SEE THE CARS COMING), the way parents exerting absolute control over their kids' bodies to a downright dehumanizing extent - micromanaging their appearances, forcing them to cut their hair or keep it long when they don't want to, denying them harmless routes of self-expression like temporary hair color, demanding they wear clothes they don't like or even find outright painful to wear, and demanding specific displays of physical affection for themselves and friends and relatives, and conflating this with actually fucking necessary things like medical treatment, and then being really shitty and dismissive about the stress of said medical treatment and the like - is so absurdly normalized that a child with a single streak of pink chalk-highlighted hair is seen as "out of control", and so on? Those are bad. Those are things we could change. Those are things we NEED to change.

But, there are a lot of things a minor will experience that are just...daily frustrations of being young and having very limited life experience and trying to build coping skills for OTHER aspects of a system that is needlessly hostile to human life in GENERAL, that we unfortunately can't fix overnight and DO have to cope with while we chip away at it; those inevitable stresses like needing an education (the school system as it is structured is ableist and adultist and classist and...K-12 specifically is really damned near a central pillar of every single injustice in society today; the concept of school in general however? Absolutely fucking necessary), needing to learn safety skills, needing to learn impulse control and other emotional regulation to the extent that those are learnable skills, needing to learn basic damned manners and communication skills, being annoyed by family members and the reality of cohabitation (which, I'm sorry to say, but no matter how much you love someone, no matter how much better and overall more enjoyable it is to live with them than alone, you WILL get annoyed with each other from time to time, ESPECIALLY if you're neurodivergent; learning the difference between these benign annoyances and genuine disrespect and abuse can and will save your life), and many others.

Real convenient for the system, then, that the former category is inflicted on people who will often inevitably emotionally conflate it with the latter - and when they're not conflating them, we can SAY they are because so many others do - now isn't it?

It's been talked about before how people are born with the capacity for a full adult range of emotions, and just don't have the life experience to regulate it or communicate it. Of course that 3-year old is inconsolable after losing her favorite plushie - it is very literally the worst thing that's ever happened to her! She's never lost anything she loves so much before! She is legitimately grieving just like you would grieve a friend! Of course, 35-year old mother, your 5-year old son is annoyed at how you're taking your sweet time in the grocery store after giving him a nonspecific "we'll be home soon" - people process time relative to how long they've been alive; it's taking 7 times longer to him than it is to you, AND he's overstimulated by the fluorescent lights because you keep refusing to let him cover his eyes because it "looks bad"! When your child is crying over their first heartbreak is not the fucking time for your wistful "ah, youth~" talk - save that for your partner who can relate to that and get your kid some damned ice cream and let them vent because to them, this really IS the end of a dream they had for their entire damned future - they'll get to feeling as silly about it as you do about yours IN TIME, but right now there's nothing laughable about it; support them!

But look at how that also ties into how we talk about kids talking about their legitimately solvable systemically-imposed problems. Look at how we laugh about kids being willing to do ANYTHING up to and including ACTUALLY injuring themselves or making themselves physically ill to get out of school - and how that's so normalized that even people who care about public health will send their kids to school with serious infectious illnesses because they think they're faking. No, no, this can't POSSIBLY be an indictment of the way school is structured; it's just silly kids and their garbage emotional regulation, and ha ha, isn't it so funny how little Timmy is hiding in the closet to avoid it? Lol, didn't we all~! Stop dragging your feet, stop exaggerating that huffing and puffing, stop walking with that exaggerated limp, we know you just don't want to go to school - oh, hello doctor, what was that? The test results are back you say? Good, you wanna tell this little faker once and for all -- ...I need to come to the hospital right away? Rheumatoid arthritis? Leukemia? OH SHIIIIIIITAKE MUSHROOMS EMILY I'M SO SORRY--

Of course, when a kid is chronically avoidant of responsibilities - not just the daily "but I'm tired, why do I have to do this EVERY day, it's so long and boring, I don't want to go" but reporting serious symptoms of illness every day, hiding from the school bus, breaking down crying over chores - that should tell you something is seriously, seriously wrong. Maybe they're being abused by a teacher or classmate - but no, teachers wouldn't do that, the kid must be misbehaving, and bullying is bad and people shouldn't do it but it's just kids being kids, if they just tough it out they'll get over it~! Maybe they actually ARE seriously sick or disabled - but, nahhh, this popped up two weeks after they were assigned to write poems about silly fake excuses to get a day off, they MUST have gotten the idea THEN~!

The system is DESIGNED to keep minors with their most likely abusers (family and close family friends, teachers and other care workers, classmates, religious authorities, etc.) until someone fits a very specific and bigoted profile of What We Think A Child Abuser Looks Like (poor, disabled, POC, immigrant, fat, otherwise "ugly" by white supremacist standards especially in ways caused by poverty and/or disability and/or AGE, single parent, queer, etc.) - then the people of the system start flipping their lids over false accusations and trying to separate these families no matter how much both parent(s) and child beg to stay together, and then on top of that we have perennial moral panics looking to paint some marginalized group of the day, further colored by the stereotypical child abuser profile, as an eeeeevil menace lurking in the shadows looking to harm your poor innocent babies, just to isolate them even further with said abusers.

And we age out of it before the overwhelming majority of us develop the skill to tell the inevitable struggles of developing from a tiny human with full emotional capacity and zero life experience to understand or regulate it into an independent adult In A Society(TM), from the actual genuinely harmful and unnecessary constructs of the system, let alone communicate them to others who can help us do something about it. And why would we develop that skill before then? The system doesn't want us learning it - at ALL, but ESPECIALLY not before adulthood - so it won't teach us, and where are we learning from? What is coloring our life experiences? Oh right~!

In fact, it's very, very effective in making sure that even most of the people who DO learn that skill don't do so before they forget a lot of their childhood experiences, or at least throw them in the mental nostalgia vault with the in-the-moment intensity and many of the uglier details filtered out-

And this circles back around into originally-coined-flavor, anti-older-adult ageism. Because even as we're victims of adultism, we're inundated by ageism. In the media, we see idealized figures up to age 25, MAYBE 30, used to sell us everything from snacks to clothes to cars to vacations to...happiness itself, it comes off. Little kids see this and already make the connection that your early 20s (or, well, the time when you look the same age as the models in ads - you may hear some wild guesses by preschoolers and kindergarteners as to what that means numerically, but it's ultimately the same deal) are THE years of your life, THE make-or-break, THE window to have fun, THE time that you'll know whether you've succeeded or failed at life. Beyond that, little kids hear their parents' warnings in those perennial moral panics - they pick up on the stereotypical profile of What A Child Molester Looks Like -

Which, oh, hey, remember what THAT profile looked like? Queer people, POC, disabled people, poor people, people with visible signs of aging?

And it creates a perfect storm for perpetuating these constructs - because...think about it. From 0-18, even if you DO beat the odds and manage to separate the inevitable stressors of youth from the actual abusive social structures that make it suck a lot more than it needs to, no one's gonna believe you because you're not ~mature enough~. It's a skill that a lot of people START developing in early adulthood, once they can contrast their newfound independence with what they experienced before. You can take this ability to contrast and use it to try and recognize that holy FUCK age politics are a mess...

Well, good luck, because by the time you can build a comprehensive and explainable understanding of how complicated and messy all these factors are, you're probably gonna be in your LATE 20s or even god forbid your 30s or 40s, and your peers who got comfortable and incurious, bought into the next moral panic, and/or got power-drunk on finally being able to use their age as a claim to authority are going to be right there with everyone younger in pointing and laughing and grabbing their pitchforks and stereotyping you as, at best, a stubborn old man yelling at clouds and demanding unearned respect, and at worst claiming that your objection to these moral panics means YOU'RE the predator we're trying to save kids from, only a child molester would EVER object to using bigoted stereotypes to "spot" child molesters, especially since you still have "youthful" hobbies in your 30s or 40s; you don't REALLY love those things you're just faking it to get access to kids, someone call the FBI!!!

It's...horrific in how thoroughly it's artificially airtight.

But that's not even getting into the MANY intersecting factors.

Most obviously, the core of ageism is ableism. We associate "getting old" with "losing ability and whining about it." We see aging as a tragedy, a sad and sorry slow decline from an early peak - you get past that ~ideal~ period of your early 20s and it's all downhill from there. Your first of every type of sign of aging - the first wrinkle, the first gray hair, the first millimeter your hairline recedes - are TERRIBLE milestones that are SUPPOSED to trigger an existential crisis, because they mean you're one foot in the grave and you're just going to have more and more ability slowly stripped away from you every day, you're rotting alive, so hurry up and cover the visible signs up or surgically correct them NOW! We associate male pattern baldness with predatory behavior to an absurd degree, as if the gene for hair loss and the Ontologically Evil Predatory Person Gene are the same damned thing - even though I hope I do not have to explain that the Ontologically Evil Predatory Person Gene does not exist, despite how many attempts there have been at claiming it (and claiming it to be tied to any number of other marginalized statuses from race/ethnicity to neurodivergence to queerness to any of the most absolutely buck-fucking-wild antisemitic conspiracy theories that have popped up throughout history). We associate disability in general with stereotypical Sad, Lonely, Old People. In fact, this conflation comes out in unique ways against younger disabled people - I don't know a single person who has used a cane before the age of 50 WITHOUT hearing "awww, you're too young to need that!", nor a single under-30 ambulatory wheelchair user who hasn't been accused of faking, and oh hey let's reexamine how adultism includes refusing to believe kids when they're sick or hurting! Hmm! Another knot in the tangle!

Similarly, ableism intersects with adultism when we treat children and disabled adults as the same thing (and I do mean thing - there is so much objectification here). Are there ways in which the unique needs of children and certain disabled adults overlap? Absolutely there are! The option for lower tables and smaller seats and more comfortable booster seats, considering visibility from lower viewpoints, and being careful about not making steps too high all benefit both children AND little people. Most children of any neurotype can benefit from low-stimulation spaces to escape to, as can many different types of neurodivergent adults. The list goes on! But this isn't how we recognize the similarity - we just compare the groups in derogatory ways. We may say a disabled adult is "mentally a child", dismissing their life experience and undermining their autonomy (and in many cases aggressively desexualizing them against their ADULT HUMAN will). We dismiss children's needs that overlap with disabled adults' as frivolities that they'll grow out of needing - or even, by societal perception, wanting badly enough to try to manipulate us into considering it a need. We demand both groups give up any and all autonomy to receive the most basic necessary support - there is very little difference between "fine, if you're grown-up enough to choose your own haircut, you won't have any problem getting yourself up in the morning, making your own lunch, and going to school completely on your own, right?" and "if you can't keep your house clean without help that your forced poverty budget can't cover and your insurance won't help with, then you'll just have to go to a home where you won't be allowed contact with your friends or any of your hobbies". Let's not also forget that these are both populations who, by virtue of their state of ability, are easy to abuse - and that fact, ironically enough, often gets warped into an argument to WORSEN the situation by encroaching EVEN further on their autonomy!

Fighting ageism and adultism means fighting ableism, and your anti-ableist action is useless if you're not fighting ageism and adultism.

Then of course there's how this intersects with sexism - consider the demand for especially women to always retain ~youthful~ beauty, because according to Society(TM) that's ALL a woman is good for after all, is looking pretty and making babies; a woman is much more inclined to face ageist discrimination before legal protections kick in than a man is.

There's how it intersects with queerphobia - it's okay to be gay if you're a hot young 18-25 year old with lots of money to spend on quick consumable pride merch, but anyone over 25 who still goes to gay bars or writes queer fanfic or doesn't put a wig on their bald head or wears a fashion harness is OBVIOUSLY a predator, and oh hey look at who's being targeted first in all the medical transition gatekeeping bills as the foot in the door - TEENAGERS, especially AFAB teenagers, who are clearly too stupid and trend-obsessed to deserve bodily autonomy in any form.

There's how it intersects with racism - adultism turns Black and brown kids into Schrodinger's Adult; they're stupid, naive children when a white person wants to talk down to them, but they're never allowed the freedom of being curious, innocent children; they're mature for their age, they're troublemakers, they should know better than to do anything their white peers get a pass on, and they never need help or support, they should have known to listen the first time this thing was explained and if they don't get it it's their own fault (and of course if they failed to hear an instruction due to disability, well, that's not even an excuse for a white kid, much less them, because again, REAL disability is something that happens to tragic dying old people). There's the infantilization of Asian adults, as well as the persistent myth that the similar-to-Americans'-yet-also-very-different relationship that Japanese media has to adult nostalgia for high school means that East Asian cultures as a whole are just horrible sick dens of pedos.

AND ALL OF THIS IS ONLY JUST SCRATCHING THE SURFACE.

It's...it's a problem, guys. It's a serious problem.

I have invented a camera that can capture abstract concepts, and with it, I obtained this photo of the state of age politics as a whole!

[mdccanon]

Zuko and Pink Diamond are functionally identical, so its just a matter of sentimentality for if you recognize one as an imperialist and the other as "an abuse victim": A rant about Lily from Glass of Water

Lily has a lot of great points behind why she wants abuse victims written the way she does literally up until she starts using logic like "Because ONLY 30% of abuse victims become abusers, NO fiction should portray that." That's... not how math works, Lily. Because it even brings up the idea of who gets the privilege of being labeled a past victim. She doesn't want Zuko to be called a villain going through a redemption arc basically BECAUSE he went through a successful redemption arc. She wants HIM to be called the victim... Even though he was just as willing to kill, kidnap, and destroy as Azula before his redemption arc began. They were raised by the same father, they had the same influences. Zuko was treated as the black sheep for caring about Fire Nation soldiers. Hell, the story is written acknowledging that Iroh had to go realize the flaws of his people and past, too.

It's just that, unlike with Shadow Weaver and Catra, the show never glamorized or zoomed in on Iroh and Zuko's crimes because they knew they wanted them to become good guys; so Zhao is introduced almost immediately to siphon off our animosity towards the villains. How mad can we be at Zuko burning down Suki's town when he's being bullied, too? lol. A cheap but effective trick. One that people don't have to fall for. There are people (especially people of color) who feel that it doesn't matter how sad a backstory an imperialist has, a colonizer is still a colonizer and ending the show with his apologist, reactionary monarchy government turning the colonies into their own republic is still coddling imperialism. Lily is so stuck on Zuko being a Good Imperialist that she won't even acknowledge that he needs a redemption arc to GET to that position! So, to justify her lowered standards, she points to White Diamond on Steven Universe and begs people to hate that the Bad Imperialist... ... ... continued to be a villain until the very end and was reduced to everyone's embarrassingly racist grandma? What is she mad about, then? That Steven Universe uses some wish fulfillment that if you have a couple of conversations with your racist and sexist relatives, you can get them to at least stop harassing you. "I don't need you to respect me, but I hope one day you want to re-join this party we are having here, when you change your mind." Lily is PISSED off at that -- again because -- that DOES work on a large number of people, but since it doesn't work on ALL annoying relatives or alt-Right people, they shouldn't show it in fiction at all. She goes out of her way to pinpoint exactly why it works: your cousin spouting Facebook memes has no real commitment to the ideas he's repeating. Only dedicated political activists need more than a stern talking to for changing their minds. Okay then. Lily, these are CARTOONS. 90% of the people in the lives of the CHILDREN and families watching Avatar The Last Airbender, She-Ra, and Steven Universe are just spouting memes they saw on Facebook. Why are you asking cartoons to give advice on how to deal with Ben Shapiro?!

Lily even gets mad about Greg's cousin Andy. I'm sorry, allegory aside, I didn't realize that its illegal for Greg's family to be angry with him for disappearing for 20 years. Ya remember that he was just a little punk rock wannabe who hated his suburban family, right? And how DARE Andy be confused and angry that Greg 1) had a kid and never told the family and 2) had a kid with an alien. I'm sorry, how much of a bigot can we call Andy for being confused about a childbirth with a 100% chance of killing the mother? But since Andy is supposed to represent your Republican-voting uncle, he isn't even allowed to have a point when all he was upset about was that he's taking care of the elderly family members all by himself because Greg ran away. Nope, he's not allowed ANY personality. And even though his only redemption was that he wanted to know his cousin, Steven, this is treated as some pie-in-the-sky unrealistic wish fulfillment and the writers didn't punish him enough because... ... ... I'm sorry, what does Andy owe to his cousin's dead wife's old subordinates? He should apologize that he cares as little about Gems as they do about him? Lily is more upset that the show is "selling" their queer fans the idea that going no contact with relatives actually does hurt their feelings than she cares about actual human-Gem relations.

So, on one hand, you have Lily hating a show because Steven saves the galaxy by telling a sisterhood that their dysfunctional family drove their sister-daughter to suicide - and that's a bad show because that sisterhood are colonizing, genociding imperialists, so why should Lily care that they realize the error of their ways through how they've damaged themselves? (Why should we care if white people hurt themselves when they are racist against people of color; why should we care that men hurt themselves when they are sexist against women, why should heteronormative people care that their toxic views on sex, gender, and orientation hurt themselves as much as queer people?) On the other hand, Lily refuses to call the crown prince of a colonizing, genociding imperialist royal family a "villain" because he had a rough childhood, buddy.

Zuko is fundamentally incapable of leaving the paradigm he was born into; if he did, he'd be the freakin' Buddha. (Unlike Pink Diamond, who actually DID die and reincarnate into a new paradigm so that she COULD offer new solutions for Gems as Steven. XD) Every solution Zuko can propose starts with justifying the continued existence of the very political structure that caused the world 100 years of grief.

Prince Zuko and Pink Diamond are functionally the same character and Lily's mad that Pink Diamond's family weren't written as sociopaths who don't love her... because it gets in the way of her belief that bigoted family members aren't capable of loving you.

[helliontherapscallion]

(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Thursday (Part 2)

Monday     Tuesday     Wednesday     Thursday (Part 1)     Friday     Saturday     Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: panic attacks, swearing, puking, concussions, mentions of injuries/bullying, homophobia

Word count: 5,138

After school, you were sitting on the couch as you furiously typed on your keyboard at an extremely fast pace. You were on a roll with these essays, they were probably going to be finished by the time you had to go back to the school to get on the bus with the team. You figured that you could even finish Annie’s essay and get started on Sammy’s US history presentation on the sociopolitical climate of the United States in the mid twentieth century to today. However, instead of covering a variety of topics like the rubric requested you to do, you were only going to talk about the significant events that happened to the LGBT+ community starting with Stonewall and going to Obergefell v. Hodges. You were also going to go in depth about how even if there are more opportunities available and more laws set in place to protect for LGBT+ people in the present then there were in past, members of the LGBT+ community still suffer heavy discrimination in the workplace and in the public. With receipts of course, the assignment required a minimum of three pictures per slide, and the group chat was a perfect source.

After that was done, you would email Sammy’s teacher (you had her last year for US history and you knew that she had a son in the grade below you currently transitioning from female to male) that you were the one that did her project and send screenshots of Sammy calling you slurs. Luckily for you, you had receipts of her being transphobic in the past that you could also send. Everything was effortlessly falling into place for you today. 

As you were typing, the front door swung open and two overly excited fifth graders ran into the house and up the stairs. A tired Schlatt followed them. “I will never know how the hell Phil keeps up with them.” 

“I dunno, maybe because he’s already raised three kids before.”

You watched as your uncle jumped and whipped his head over towards you, his hand clutching his chest. He lightly glared at you, “christ kid don’t do that, you nearly gave me a heart attack.”

You smirked at him before turning back to your laptop to continue typing the essay. You were almost done with the conclusion paragraph on Annie’s essay and you wanted to get to Sammy’s presentation as fast as possible. As you were typing, you felt a warm air fan across your neck and your uncle’s voice right next to your ear, “whatcha typin?”

You lept off the couch and almost fell into the coffee table before steadying yourself and deadpanning at Schlatt. “I was typing an essay before you interrupted me.”

He snorted, “it looked like you were on a roll, just thought I’d see what my beloved niece was writing. Can I read it?” 

Your eyes lit up as an excited grin split your cheeks, “yeah, but lemme catch you up real quick. Adrian, Sammy, and Annie got mad at me a few days ago and wanted me to do some homework for them as a sort of payment. But after they pulled that little stunt in the lunchroom yesterday, they decided to be little bitches to me and call me slurs. So naturally, I decided to change the essay prompt into an in depth analysis about discrimination LGBT people face from their peers on the daily. My english teacher’s really against homophobia and the project’s worth twenty five percent of our overall grade, so it’s perfect.”

While you were rambling on and on about your detailed plot for revenge, Schlatt couldn’t help but be proud of the person you’d become. A major part of him was impressed that you came up with a detailed plan so quickly, that meant that his cunning nature was rubbing off on you and that made him ecstatic. Sure you mentioning not being straight was new to him, but he was prepared to accept you for whatever you identified as. He didn’t care how people identified, he just cared if they were good people. And his niece was one of the best kids he knew. He’d let your slip up slide for now until you felt comfortable enough to properly come out to him. 

“That an amazing plan, fuckin brilliant. Though, you could do more.”

That piqued your interest, “I’m listening.”

“Do you have any blackmail?”

Your eyes glinted with sudden understanding, “why yes I do, uncle dearest. I just so happen to have thousands of texts from them talking shit about each other and basically the entire school. And them being incredibly racist. They would be destroyed if that came out.” 

“Two things. One, never call me that again. Two, perfect. Keep it as leverage if they try to do something. You don’t pull out all the good cards in the first round, you wait for the right moment to strike so you can win. You need to constantly defend yourself against other players and anticipate their every move. If you leak everything right now, you won’t have anything to use against them if they have something up their sleeve you didn’t know about. Patience is key in things like this.”

You absorbed every single word that came out of his mouth like it was the holy gospel. Although he was your uncle and you loved him with all your heart, but he was a sly bastard when he wanted to be. He knew his way around fighting and manipulating people just right, so you were incredibly happy that you were on his good side and he absolutely adored you. Though questionable and morally gray, he was giving you advice because he cared about you and you’d be an idiot to not heed his advice. 

“That’s genius, Uncle Schlatt. What would I do without you?”

“You’d get along just fine without me, you would’ve gotten there eventually. You’re smart. I’m just givin you a little push in the right direction.”

“I honestly would’ve never thought about waiting, I was so dead set on getting revenge that I would’ve just leaked everything all at once. I want them to feel how I felt when they were around me. I-” you paused. Would this make you the same as them? You’d be screwing up all their grades, Adrian’s job, and Sammy’s athletic career. You came to the chilling realization that you’d be the same as them. You’d be as manipulative as they were. “...Uncle Schlatt, would that make me the same as them?”

“Fuck no! You’re always gonna be better than them no matter what. When they’re at their best, you’re always gonna be a whole lot better than them. They deserve what’s happening to them, it sounds like they put you through so much shit the past few years. I actually think you could do a whole lot worse to them if you’re willing to put more work in, but it’s your plan and if you think that what you’re doing is too much,” he darkly chuckled, “you wouldn’t like my idea.”

“You’re right, they deserve everything I have planned for them. God, I don’t know what I was thinking, ‘would that make me the same as them,’” you mocked what you said earlier, “what a load of shit. Anyways, thanks Uncle Schlatt. I’m gonna get back to writing this. They’re due tomorrow and I wanna finish as much as I can before I have to go.”

“Alright, whaddya want for dinner? Phil’s gonna be like thirty minutes late from work so I’m cookin tonight.”

Oh no. No, no, no, no. That man can barley cook boxed mac n cheese, let alone anything else. He’d burn down the house if you left him alone in the kitchen with the stove. “On second thought, why don’t I help you with dinner? We can make some chicken alfredo.”

“Awe, you’d rather hang out with me than finish your homework? Ya really do love me. C’mon let’s start.”

The process of making dinner was… interesting. Multiple times, Schlatt almost spilled boiling water on himself and he even managed to burn the pasta while it was in the water. How he even managed to do that you’d never find out, you had your back turned cutting up vegetables and herbs at the time. That was when you subtly started to take over in the kitchen, giving him smaller tasks while you handled everything else. You felt bad for Tubbo, his father can’t cook for shit. 

By time you finished, about an hour passed and Philza had come home and changed out of his work clothes. The two adults sat at the table discussing something that you didn’t pay attention to while your brothers and cousin were in the living room waiting for you to finish dinner. Finally, you set the table and it was time to eat. 

Because you couldn’t have many fatty foods before any matches or practices, you had made a separate plate for yourself that only had plain pasta, chicken, and broccoli. You were surprised with how well it turned out, you were following an iffy recipe you found on the first link Google brought up. 

After dinner, you went upstairs to put your uniform on and pack a little bag full of things you might need: a small blanket, some snacks, a water bottle, and a portable charger. Oh, and fuzzy socks and a pair of crocs. You could never go wrong with fuzzy socks and crocs. Feeling a vibration in your pocket, you pulled out your phone.

Hales : )

(Y/n), I’m omw to your house

Gonna give you a ride to the school

(Y/n)

Hales you don’t have to give me a ride, I can drive

Hales : )

Don’t care

Omw, be there in like 7 mins

You swiped out of yours and her conversation and opened up the family group chat

(Y/n)

I don’t need a ride to the school, Haley’s giving me one

She’s gonna give me a ride home too

Dadza

Alright, thank her for me

Tell her I said good luck too!

Uncle Schlatty Patty

Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do

Dadza

(Y/n), do everything he wouldn’t do

Uncle Schlatty Patty

Fuck you I’m a good influence

Dadza

You’re really not

Wilby

^^^^

Technology Sword

^

Uncle Schlatty Patty

Fuck all of you 

You heard Haley’s car pull into the driveway and dashed out of your room with your bag. Just as you put your hand on the doorknob, a hand stopped you.

“Coat.”

You grumbled as you reached past Philza to grab your coat. After you slipped it on, you were pulled into a hug. “You’re gonna do great out there. I know you’re gonna win this, we’ll be watching in the stands.”

“Damn right she’s gonna do good, she’s my niece after all.”

Schlatt pulled you away from your father’s hug and tried to ruffle your hair before you swatted away his hand, “don’t. You have no idea how long it took me to get a perfect ponytail. I have an ungodly amount of hairspray and bobby pins in my hair right now.”

“Fine. You’re gonna kick their asses tonight.”

Tommy and Tubbo pushed past Schlatt and both tackled you into a hug making you stumble slightly back. 

“Kick their asses good (y/n)!” Tommy cheered, making you crack up before one stern glance from Philza completely stopped you. “Tommy, don’t say that. (Y/n), not funny.”

“Alright, Haley’s waiting for me. I gotta go, love you guys!” As you turned to walk through the door, you could hear your family following you and shouting “good luck”. You felt heat creep up on your cheeks as Haley rolled down her window and wove at your family with the biggest grin on her face. 

“Thank you! We’re gonna take home the gold for sure!”

You hopped in her car as she rolled up the window and chuckled. “I love your family, they’re always so full of energy. It’s refreshing to see compared to how boring my family is.”

You glanced at your entire family gathered on the front porch. Tommy and Tubbo were practically vibrating with excitement, Wilbur and Techno calmly smiled and wove at you, Philza was grinning widely at you as you saw his mouth forming words that you couldn’t hear or read, and Schlatt was grinning cheekily at you. You raised your hand to wave at them as they vanished from view when Haley pulled out of your driveway. You smiled softly, “I love em too.”

The car ride was relatively quick with the same soft indie pop music floating from the speakers and an easy going conversation with Haley about the match tonight. You both thought that you could beat the other team if everyone focused 100% and played exactly like you guys did in practices. If everyone did that, you would be unstoppable. 

Luckily for you and Haley, you were the first ones in line to board the bus so you two got the back seat with Zara and Jazzy sitting across from you guys. The hour long bus ride passed quickly and lively with you four passing around your phone and playing some mad libs, you were sure that by the end of the last game you four were laughing and crying. Sometime in the middle of the trip, you noticed that Haley would start to lean on your shoulder and continuously glance at you as she laughed. You desperately wanted to believe that it was because she liked you, but she was straight and she was your best friend. She was probably trying to make sure you were having a good time. 

When the team had gotten to the opposing school and left the locker room to stretch in the gym, you could hear your family start to scream your and Haley’s names from the front row next to you, Tommy and Tubbo being the loudest amongst them with Philza trying to get them to quiet down so you could focus. You felt your cheeks heat up as you smiled at them and Haley wove enthusiastically back at them. Zara was laughing at you two. Stretching went by in a flash and before you knew it, you were on the court facing the opposing team. 

The first match was won by the opposing team by five points. The second match stretched on and on until it was won by your team narrowly by two points. The team was going to have to shape up in the third match if you guys wanted a chance at winning, the opposing team was good. Before the third match started, Coach Williams called for a time out so you guys could talk about strategy. Before Haley could go back onto the court, you pulled her aside.

“Hales, we need to do what we practiced. The other team won’t be expecting it at all, I’ve been setting you up this entire game. They’re never going to expect you setting me up for a spike.”

“When are we going to do it though? We need a better plan.”

“I’m sure the opportunity will come and both of us will recognize it. We just can’t do it too early in the game though, that’ll ruin their surprise.”

“(Y/n), I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“When do I not Hales? We gotta get gold this year.”

The third round went by with both teams constantly swapping places until you both were tied fifteen to fifteen. You saw the ball flying towards Haley, giving her the perfect opportunity to set you up for a spike.  “HALEY NOW!” 

You watched as her face hardened in determination as she pretended like she was going to spike it by jumping high in the air and stretching her arms back, making the opposing front row players all gather in front of her. Much to their surprise, she launched it towards you as you leaped up and went for the kill. The stinging of the ball hit by your wrist and the smack sound the ball made when it slammed onto the open gym floor was something you’d never forget as the crowd around you went wild over the unexpected play. You could hear the high pitched screaming of Tommy and Tubbo over everybody else. Glancing at them over your shoulder, you saw them jumping up and down on the gym floor and looking at you with awe filled eyes and gaping mouths. The rest of your family looked at you with similar expressions, their cheers echoing in your mind. Winking at them, you turned back to your team and went straight to Haley. Clapping a hand on her shoulder, you pulled her into a quick hug, yelling over the raving of the crowd. “HALEY WE NAILED THAT!” 

“HOLY SHIT I DID NOT THINK THAT WAS ACTUALLY GONNA WORK!”

“You have such little faith in your setter! You wound me Hales.”

“Well, I would have more faith in you if you weren’t chaotic on the court, sweetheart.”

You felt yourself surge in happiness at the nickname, but you couldn’t afford to focus too much on it. Your team only needed one more point to win best in the state and go to nationals. It would be the first time in your team’s history if you reached national level, and you’d be damned if you were the one to screw it up for them. 

The last rotation went on for a while, each team fighting tooth and nail for the state championship title with clashing determination. You tried your best to block every hit and try to set Haley up for a spike, and you were successful for the most part, only missing a few blocks. You saw the setter adjacent to you set the spiker up for a spike and jumped up in time to try to block it, your arms stretched upwards and your palms out. Only, the ball didn’t hit your hands. It collided painfully with your nose, ricocheted off your face with a thwack and sailed over to the other side of the court. Your head whipped back as your body followed suit and flew backwards onto the floor. Without giving you any time to react, your head bounced back and cracked against the polished hardwood floor of the gym. Everything went black. 

“...(y……”

“..(y/n)......”

“(Y/n).”

You faintly heard someone calling someone’s name over the continuous ringing noise. Was it your name? It felt right, so it had to be your name. You peeled your eyes open to see a blurry figure hovering over you. It was swirled with tans, browns, and backs. After a while of the figure repeating your name, it slowly became more recognizable, albeit appearing twice in your vision. It took you a while to figure out who this was before your muddled brain recognized Haley.

“Hales! There’s two o’ya. Twice as beautiful babe…” You slurred out as you attempted to smile at her.

“Oh thank god, PLEASE WE NEED A DOCTOR SHE HIT HER HEAD!” Her usually angelic voice gritted against your brain like sandpaper making you cringe as pain exploded in your head.

“God babe you’re so loud, why’s so bright? I-wha's goin on?” You blearily tried to move your head to look around only to be stopped by a pair of large hands on each side of your head gently holding it in place. You moved your laggy eyes around to look at the figure. He was a blonde man with blue eyes and a hint of stubble on his chin. His eyebrows were knitted together and he looked… he looked… your brain worked to figure out why he looked how he looked. Who was he?

“Please don’t move hun.” His muffled voice was baritone. You squinted at him trying to figure out who this man was.

“Who th f-fuck… why?”

“I’m your dad hun. Do-do you not recognize me?” You made a noise in the back of your throat as your stuffy brain finally put a name to the face.

“Dad- wha’s goin on? I’on feel so good…”

“Shh, I know, I know. Just stop moving and talking. Everything’s fine. I’m here. You’re okay.”

“Mmk… Dad, where are we? I’ont know- you’re so quiet.”

“Stop moving so much. You’re on the floor in a gym. You just won your team the state championship. Now stop talking please.”

Huh. So that’s why everybody seemed to appear from above you. You strained your eyes to look around you, but you could only see your dad’s face hovering above you. “Shit I- who’s aroun’ me? Where’s Hales?”

“I’m right here sweetheart. I got the doctor, Mr. Minecraft.”

Your dad’s face moved away from your vision so fast that it made your head spin and your stomach twist. Another face appeared above you that you once again didn’t recognize.

“I’m Doctor Martin, can you tell me your first and last name?”

“Uh, (y/n) Minecraft?”

“Good, what month are we in right now?”

“Nov-November?”

“Close, it’s late October. Can you tell me who this,” he pointed to your dad, “is?”

“S’my dad Phillip.”

“That’s your dad Philza.”

The questioning stopped as he suddenly shined a blinding light into your sensitive eyes. You hissed as you tried to move your head away from the offending light only to be held in place by your dad’s hands. Your head spun as you moved too quickly and a wave of nausea hit you, making you groan and move your arm to cover your eyes. Your hand was stopped by something warm and soft wrapping around it and holding it tightly. Everything was so overwhelmingly and painfully bright and loud. You wanted to make it stop. 

“Mr. Minecraft, your daughter appears to have a concussion. I don’t have the tools on hand to determine the severity of it, but it’s worrying that her pupils are asymmetrical, she’s delirious, and has slight memory loss. I understand you live about an hour away from here, and it’s alright for you to take her to a hospital closer to your house. Make sure you keep her alert.”

Your delirious mind only registered about half of what came out of the doctor’s mouth. You mumbled gibberish as you once again opened your eyes to look around. You were only briefly able to crane your neck to the left. Several figures large and small were standing behind your dad. Your family, your mind supplemented. Slowly, your mind was starting to recognize your surroundings even if there was currently double of everything and everything was blurry.

“I’m going to help you stand up. Do ya think you can do that?”

“Yeah Dad.” You lifted your upper body off from the ground with a gentle hand on your back helping you sit up. Fighting the wave of nausea that slapped you in the face, you reached up to rub at your eyes. A hand once again stopped you. You peeked your eyelids open and lightly glared at whomever stopped you. “Hales you’re lucky you’re so cute I woulda slapped you. I like holdin but you’re bein annoying. Stop.” You attempted to make your voice sound firm, but the words that came out of your mouth were slightly slurred.

She was silent as she helped her dad haul you to your feet. Once on your feet, you saw the room spin and felt yourself start to sway slightly. An arm wrapped itself around your shoulders and pulled you close to them so that your weight was supported. They were a little taller than you were making it easy to lean on them. 

“...Can you walk?” A deep, monotone voice rumbled the chest of the person you were leaning against. 

“Mhm. ‘M not weak.” Though your limbs felt like they were made of molasses, you placed one foot in front of the other slowly. The person moved alongside you, “you’re doing so good, keep going.” That sparked familiarity in you as you stopped in your tracks and tried to look up at the person you were leaning against making the person tighten their arm around your shoulders when you almost fell over.

“Tech?”

“Yeah, it’s Technoblade. Just focus on walking. You’re almost out of the gym.”

When you realized that you were out of the gym, you sighed in relief. It was so much quieter and darker. Though it was still relatively bright, it was better than the gym. 

“S’better.”

“When we get her to the car we can give her some sunglasses or something if it’s still too bright for her.”

“Wilbs-”

“Focus on walking.”

You huffed in irritation, “don’ tell me what to do bitch.”

You felt Techno’s body jolt slightly as he chuckled, making your head throb at the sudden movement. “Just walk.”

When you walked outside, you shivered as you felt the cool air nip at your exposed skin. Right, you were in your volleyball uniform. “I’ll go pull the car around, you guys stay with her.” 

You saw a tall brunet start to walk away from you. Uncle Splat? Uncle Schmat? Whatever his name was, you were sure he was your uncle. You tried to snuggle closer to Techno, craving warmth but never being satisfied. Where was your uncle? 

After a while, you saw a car moving towards you and blinding light pointed right at you making you cringe away and groan. Techno started to slowly walk towards the car. “C’mon (y/n), you’re almost there. When you’re in the car you can relax.”

“Tommy, Tubbo, and Techno, you’re in the back row. Schlatt can drive and Wil, you’re taking the passenger seat. I’ll stay with her in the middle row so she can have some room to lay down.” Tommy and Tubbo were with you? Why weren’t they talking, they usually were very vocal.

“Tom, Tubbs didja like the game?”

They didn’t say anything as they climbed into the car. Did they not hear you? 

“They’re just… tired (y/n).” Your dad’s voice reassured you as he took Techno’s place holding you up. 

“I wanna nap. ‘M so tired.”

“You can’t sleep yet. We gotta get you to a doctor first.”

“Mm. Makes sense.”

“Let’s get you in the car hun.”

As he helped you climb into the car, you felt an overwhelming wave of nausea wash over you making you lose your balance and almost faceplant into the cloth seats. You felt yourself being gently, yet urgently taken out of the car and led to grass as you felt your esophagus shorten. Something burning made its way up your throat and spewed into the grass. You felt someone rubbing your back as you puked up your dinner. 

When you were done, you reached up with a shaking hand to wipe your mouth. “You feelin better? Think you can get back into the car or do you need to sit down for a bit?”

“Car.”

After some difficulty, you were successfully in the middle row of the car laying down with your head on Philza’s lap. Soon enough, your shoes were taken off and a blanket was draped over you. 

“(Y/n), what do you remember?”

You scrunched up your face as you squinted at Philza’s face. “I remember playing volleyball with Hales. She’s so pretty, she’s straight though. I remember the other team hitting the ball, me jumping, then nothin. Wha’ happened?”

You watched as Philza winced, “well, you got everything right so far. You got hit in the face with the ball so you fell and hit your head on the floor. You were passed out for a minute before you woke up. It was a pretty nasty fall, we’re going to the hospital now. How’re ya feelin?”

“Head hurts, ‘m seein two of everything, an I can’t think.”

“Do you know what a concussion is?” You nodded in his lap slightly, “you probably have one.”

After a while of talking, you were slowly starting to come to your senses and your speech was clearing up, but your head was still too stuffy to think about what you were saying before you said it. You didn’t have a filter.

“Do you wanna tell us about your week so far? Do you remember most of it?”

“Mhm, it was shit. On Monday I had a panic attack and Adrian, Sammy, and Annie were being bitches to me all day. They fucked up my back. On Tuesday, they got mad at me for ditching them and they had me do their homework, had another panic attack, and Haley told me that someone took pictures of our boobs ‘n stuff and they were gonna leak it to the school if Haley didn’t stop hanging out with me. Haley and I almost kissed, but she’s straight. Pulled an all nighter and Wednesday I accidentally came out to Tech and Wil and had another panic attack. Annie, Adrian, and Sammy took more pictures of me through my window, Annie outed me to the entire school and slapped me. Another panic attack, skipped the last two classes and felt like shit the entire practice. Today Adrian and Sammy told me to kill myself and I had another panic attack. ’S about it.”

As you were going through your week, the hand that was previously gently stroking your hair had frozen as the car was enveloped in a tense silence. Luckily, Tommy and Tubbo were passed out in the back seat so they didn’t hear how bad your week was. Everyone awake knew that you had a few bad days this week, but they didn’t know the full extent of it. You watched as Philza’s expression had turned downright murderous, but you didn’t really care. You were busy talking about your week.

For the rest of the car ride, Philza asked you simple questions like what your favorite color was, your favorite animal, basically your favorite everything. Eventually, the car pulled into the hospital parking lot and Philza helped you get out of the car. “Schlatt, can you take the boys home so they can get some rest? I’ll stay with her.” 

“Yeah, I’m on it. Don’t cause too much trouble (y/n), we all know you can raise hell.” He watched you for a reaction, but when you didn’t react, he coughed. “Well, I’ll see ya later kid. Good luck.”

The car drove off leaving you and Philza at the front of the emergency room building. “It’s gonna be a long night (y/n).”

“I gotta finish Annie’s essay and Sammy’s presentation though.”

“No you don’t, I’ll email your teachers.”

You two checked in with the front desk before moving to sit on the uncomfortable chairs. It was going to be a long night. You were so tired.

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