#stay safe anon

[jewish-culture-is]

Jewish culture is debating with my mom on if it's safe to go to homecoming when my school has an antisemitic shooter threat

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[camodielsart]

Life is hard,

any words of reassurance

bad times arent forever. you'll have good times again. and you still being here shows just how strong you are

[antiradqueer]

As a minor who is adult-attracted, it makes me so fucking sick to see rq's try to normalize these predatory relationships. And it's also not very good for me mentally to see it either! I am very much anti-contact with all my un-consensual paraphilias; you know, like a normal person

sorry if this feels vent-y. im just tired of pro-contact people and proc rqs

Minors being attracted to adults is a normal thing, radqueers just try to make it seem like it’s unusual or a paraphilia to get kids to call themselves “AAMs” and subsequently get them in ‘relationships’ with groomers.

Pro-c’s are disgusting people. Hope you’re doing well.

[shadowspirez]

Keep being you dude !!! I've been pretending to like Michael and Jeremy for AWHILE now even though I'm surrounded by those jeresquip haters, and they still don't know yet. I wish I never did that, but we're so close now, I honestly dk what to do

THIS WHAT I BEEN SAYING! WE ARE EVERYWHERE!!!

i'm sorry you're in that situation tho, anon :[ it's a shitty situation to have to walk on eggshells for fear your friend group will straight up maul you, and those people usually aren't real friends anyway.

you always have a place with us tho, comrade! and hopefully one day you'll be able to enjoy your ships in peace, with friends who are actually supportive and swag!

[mafaldaknows]

https://twitter.com/PopBase/status/1723630746332766221

Yall are really happy about this tok right? A joke about mass murder of children and suicide. Timothee could've make a pedophile joke and yall would be clapping like dumb seals. It's good to know that the lives of Palestinans like me and other Palestinan chalamet and charmie fans are a fucking joke to you and the rest of the fandom.

Hello, Anon:

Where and when exactly did I say that I liked that joke? I followed your link and that was the first time I ever saw that tweet. So I’m not exactly sure why you think I was “happy” about that specific skit.

While I did post on my blog regarding Tim’s SNL appearance, never did I say that I welcomed that poorly timed, insensitive attempt at humor with glee or delight. So I’m completely befuddled by your assertion that I did.

That joke landed like a lead balloon for me but you assume that somehow I found it funny without even attempting to find out for yourself if that’s even true.

You could’ve phrased your ask in the form of an actual question with the sincere intention of wanting to know my thoughts on the matter instead of automatically accusing me of something that’s not even true.

Opening a respectful dialogue for a deeper discussion is how we create connections with each other built on common ground. But it seems that you’ve left no room at all for us to have that discussion.

I can’t control what other people choose to waste their time and talents on. I can only control my own response to those choices.

Nor can I control your opinion about me based solely on a fandom to which I belong, as if I am incapable of my own independent thought. I can only ever control my own response to anyone else’s opinion.

FWIW, I am haunted by the senselessness and brutality of this war on innocent people. Obviously, I have no control over that either.

If only.

Kindly please direct your ire to the writing team of Please Don’t Destroy and whoever else may have actually hurt you. I can say with the utmost certainty that I am neither the source of your offense regarding this matter nor am I responsible for ensuring that you are never offended by anything.

That is all on you.

Kindly please block me from your social media as well, since that is the only way to ensure that I never offend you with your own misplaced assumptions about me.

I wish you nothing but peace and love, Anon.

Thanks for your comment.

[muzzled-kelevra]

Tw // grooming mentioned(?), child nudes / porn, denial

Honestly I'm so confused about our trauma. I don't know if it counts exactly as grooming. We we're like 9 and on the internet, we went on Omegle and tinder and all that, we lied about our ages and sent nudes after being told to by older guys. But it confuses us, there's no way they genuinely believed we were old enough, we often said we were 16-19 and we definitely did not look that old (a 18 year old immediately told us that we were not that old when we tried it on him). But now I just.. I feel odd because I have the sort of "effects" of sexual trauma (if that's what you would call it), like I'm hypersexual and sort of want to be groomed / raped / sexually assaulted, but I don't think my trauma was even that bad. I "dated" a few of those men and they seemed really nice.. but also they seemed to be exploiting us? Constantly asking for nudes, videos of us masturbating or moaning, ect. But they maybe didn't know we were a child? Even though we sounded like one and looked like one?? I don't know, does this even count as trauma.. was it our fault?

It certainly wasn't your fault, by the fact that you were just a child, you didn't know any better, and were manipulated into doing it.

Trauma is trauma, it doesn't matter how "severe" is was. Sure, others have gone through some terrible things, but others haven't experienced anything like that. Try not to compare your trauma to others, if its trauma to you, it doesn't make you any less valid. <3

And it sounds like you guys are disconnected from the memories regarding it. Which is fine, its a coping mechanism, (assuming you are a system based on the use of we/our) especially with being a system.

I'm not all too familiar with SA/grooming stuff, but it does sound like to me that you guys were, unfortunately, groomed.

Sometimes sick people don't care if you lie about your age or not. It's possible that some people didn't know, and others knew, but as long as they were getting porn material, it didn't matter, even if it was CSEM. Even if they seemed really nice, exploiting happens. Both irl and online. Most people like that seem nice when in reality they have some dark things going on.

It does seem like to me that you guys are traumatized by it. It's okay to be in denial. It's okay to feel confused and detached from the memories. You don't have to rush yourself if the memories are painful. I'm sorry you went through that, and I hope I helped somewhat. I'm always open to listen.

[sanityshorror]

Idk why I am telling u this but I just felt like telling someone. So smth weird just happened. I was listening to music and walking through my room(cuz that's what I do when I listen to music) and I suddenly got some images I'm my mind that looked like they we're from France(it was like I was there) and I started feeling sad for some unknown reason. I started sobbing. It lasted for 1 min and then it stopped. I tried thinking of it again but I didn't feel sad anymore. It was so weird. I have to mention that for the past few weeks France haunts me. By that I mean that when I open the TV on every channel I look on has something about France or the people there say something in French, I keep seeing words in french in almost everything I read and I started getting motivated to start to learn French again( I haven't spoke French since I was in middle school and it's weird cuz I never liked French). Sorry for bothering u with this but as I said before I just felt like telling someone cuz it's concerning me.

Hey, I hope you're doing alright. I'm not a doctor and I can't diagnose, but this sounds like a psychotic break you're having (not an insult at all, I have my own experience). Getting this message definitely threw me off a bit but after reading it a few times, i decided to respond because I'm worried about you and imagine you're probably terrified but don't know where to turn.

My personal advice is for you to immediately go to the nearest ER (they can't refuse service) and tell them you're having these symptoms, they'll have you psychiatrically evaluated in the ER. I'm unsure what they'll do after the evaluation, as it depends on the results. At the very least they'll be able to diagnose you accurately and refer you to a psychiatrist for further treatment. If they determine you need higher levels of care, then you'll probably be kept in a psychiatric ward for a bit until you're stable and a care plan has been set up. I know psychiatric wards sound terrifying but I promise, they're not that bad and it's to get you the help you need, alright? You're gonna be okay. Please stay safe and if you're able to, update me when you get the chance?

I'm proud you reached out to someone, even though an anon Tumblr ask. It's scary asking for help when you don't know where to turn or what's even going on but you did it and that's very brave.

/serious /genuine

[xngel-babyx]

hi I'm a proshipper, but I'm scared to tell anyone that because there have been a lot of hate towards them. my boyfriend also rlly hates proshippers and they make him feel uncomfortable. I want to tell him the truth about me being a proshipper but I'm scared he's gonna hate me and I can't deal with that

I rlly need advice rn

hey anon !! first of all thank you for sending me this ask, I know how hard it is to talk about it at all even on anon. I've never been a closeted proshipper myself so I'm not really sure what to tell you(so if anyone has better advice for anon please reblog this or comment on it lol) but honestly ? I'd say get his take on darkfic like yandere and horror movies to explain later on when you feel safe enough to tell him. generally speaking, if he would hate you for not supporting harassment and wanting freedom in fiction, I don't think he's a good person to have in your life, especially not your partner. I get it that it might not be that simple though. I'm here for you, anon, if you ever want to drop in my dms or inbox again I'd be happy to talk, I'm just not really sure what to tell you since this is such a hard situation.

[tumsa]

#i am glad that #that the council of elrond in pete's head made this momentous decision fyi i inhaled my coffee 😂😂😂

good morning! (:

[inkykeiji]

Sukuna def calls you princess if he decides you belong to him. <3

oh absolutely, and it’s a term he uses both condescendingly and lovingly. he is the king of curses, after all. it’s only natural you’re his princess.

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, daddy kink, master kink, rough sex, marking, toxic relationship, mention of spanking, fem!reader words: 738

you’re his stupid little princess when you do or say something so adorably dumb, gazing up at him with absolute idiocy smeared across your face, contorting your features—mouth open and downturned, brow scrunched and heavy—as you whimper out but Daddy, why?, head quirked cutely to the side and confusion reflected in your eyes. because i said so, he usually responds with a condescending little pat to your head. oh, you don’t have to worry your pretty little brain about any of that, princess, he promises you. Daddy will take care of it all, Daddy will do all of that pesky thinking and contemplating and deciding; you don’t have to think about a goddamn thing. 

you’re his pathetic little princess when you’re sobbing after being split open by his cock and spanked raw by his hand, face buried in folded arms as salt stains your cheeks and claws pierce your hips, holding you high, holding you still. is your Master’s cock too big for you, princess?  he’s murmuring in your ear, the words hot and breathy as they curl around the shell, his question infused with a smirk. does Daddy’s cock hurt you, princess? he’s cooing out, sick and sadistic and sardonic, against the back of your neck, forehead pressed flush to the base of your skull as his hips pound, cockhead ramming against your sensitive cervix. can you take it for me, princess? he’s laughing as he nuzzles his nose against the hinge of your jaw, placing a chaste kiss to the bone. he wants you to show him how well you can take it for him; he wants to watch the way your sweet lil cunt struggles and stretches and swallows his girth. 

you’re his pouty little princess when you don’t get what you want, when he doesn’t give you what you want, eyes glittering with a thick coat of tears and lip jutted out in a trembling scowl, so deep it crinkles your forehead and puckers your chin. aw, is the poor little princess going to cry? he coos out through his own over-exaggerated pout, brow warped with false worry. is she going to stomp her feet and throw a fit because she isn’t getting her way? he kind of hopes you do, you can tell, can see it glimmering bright and sharp in his eyes, a sort of exhilarated anticipation that begs you to take on his challenge; go on, give him a reason to punish, make his fucking day, baby.

you’re his precious little princess when you stare up at him with adoring eyes, awestruck and shimmering with stars, and murmur out about how much you love him, delicate little fingers tracing his markings in clumsy caresses. the words are melty with affection, gooey and thick with spit as they dribble from your lips after he’s fucked you past the point of lucidity, mind turned to pleasant pink mush under immense pleasure and immaculate pain, body gone pliable and painted in strokes of him—ragged lines of red, blooming blotches of blue, purplish indents carved so deeply into your flesh that they’ll never fully heal, the tiny craters overflowing with sticky crimson. i love you too, princess, he tells you, the words quivering with quiet sincerity even as a sour sickness twists behind his sternum, true and real even as they are unfamiliar and unnatural.

you’re his pretty little princess when you giggle and twirl and strut for him after every single shopping trip, putting on a little fashion show and modelling all of the luxurious lingerie he bought you, lace clinging daintily to supple flesh, silk straps curling lovingly around all of your curves and edges, pieces encrusted with jewels and sparkles that catch on the light as you twist and turn for him. unblinking eyes watch you with a sort of conscientiousness, pupils blown huge and gaping, pitch black and ready to swallow you whole in a single glance. a smirk smears across his face, lopsided, leaning to the left and steadily spreading, as he relaxes back into his favourite armchair, thighs spread wide and a crystal glass of sweating amber dangling from his fingertips. c’mere, pretty princess, he demands gently when he can hardly take it anymore, when you’ve tried on several sets, when his smirk has grown into a grin and his cock is starting to ache, a large palm patting thick muscles. come give me a kiss.

[harrypotterfuryroad]

if you aren't a terf then why are you into hp and all of the blogs tumblr say are related to yours have terf or radfem in the url

are you saying you found a contradiction between how i identified myself and the observations you’ve made and you decided to trust your own judgment instead of my words

[bluegiragi]

Hey. Drunk anon again just wanted to add that I also love your könig and the bunny thing you did for v day is my lock and Home Screen. On my phone so I can see my wife 24/7

drunk anon i dedicate this konig to you

[starbunii]

Sorry if this is a personal request but!! Can I get Venti, Scara, and Gorou with a S/O who has heavy triggers to alcohol/the smell and stuff bc of a parent who was always drunk so they had to be the parent in the house? Not like abusive or anyth but just always drunk and emotionally distressing to see

No worries if you don't wanna take this, ty for reading! 💕

. fear of alcohol 𓂃 ♥︎

𝜗𝜚 ┈ venti, scara, and gorou x reader (seperate) ! ｡

notes: idm taking this at all! i feel very honored that you came to my writing for this kind of comfort. that means very much to me. i hope you're ok and in a safer place now, anon. if not, it's ok. everything will get better; i promise you <3

headcanons ノ fluff/angst (?) ノgn! reader ノcanon universe

second person pov !! please enjoy! ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

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venti

now, we're all well aware of his drinking habits. it's a fun past time for him, and it helps him relax

one night, he tried to drink around you, and was admittedly very surprised when you didn't want to

the two of you were practically attached to the hip, you two did everything together! so...why was this any different?

once you explained everything to him, he immediately understood and put the alcohol away and makes a fun soda/cider kind of drink instead!

over time, he starts drinking a lot less. on the odd occasion that he does get drunk, he just lets you know and stays kind of far away (he'll miss you greatly, but your comfort is safety is far more important to him)

will come to you the next day, hung over and clingy, but most of all; so happy to see you

scaramouche

he only really drinks as a sign of politeness, but nothing too crazy

he hates the taste and gets 0 enjoyment off being drunk. him coming home wasted isn't something you have to worry about

however, if you're at a place like a party or a festival, where there's a large collection of drunk people, he'll immediately whisk you away and take you somewhere else; wherever you want to go

if you two go back home, he'll immediately start to pamper you. he wants you to remember that you don't owe him anything. that you aren't a child stuck as a parent

he knows you weren't exactly abused or anything, but he's still careful with his touches regardless, only wanting you to be comfortable

expect gentle massages and light kisses. he'll praise you on how well you're doing, no matter if you're freaking out, or if you're just calm

gorou

similar to scara, gorou only drinks for polite reasons, or if there's something to celebrate. he never goes too far

however, if he does get drunk, he might get a tad bit clingier. not to the point where he's totally helpless; just more affectionate

if you need him to step away because you're getting upset, he'll do so with no complaints. he knows your boundaries need to be respected

will 100% show up with a bouquet and a box of candies the next day as an apology, even if he didn't exactly do anything wrong

gorou would probably stay the night with a buddy to make sure you don't end up triggered or scared. the last thing he wants is for you to be unsettled because of him or something he did

listens if you need to just vent and talk abt it. he understands that what you went through was traumatic, and that seeing someone you love in that very same state must hurt you to a degree. he'll just hold you and comfort you, providing all you need <3

starbunii 2024 — all rights reserved. do not redistribute or translate to any other platforms

[ohbo-ohno]

if the 1k game is still open, I’d like to throw in my two cents!

Ghost (or Ghoap) with Forest and Only (allotted amount of time) to escape before (bad thing happens)

I’m sure there’s plenty of ways to go with that!~ please take your time and remember to drink water today!!!!!

~🦋

1k game here - no more please!

i will drink water just for you babe. also i did ghoap x reader & forest & trying to escape, but ended up not including an allotted amount of time, hope that's alright!

1.5k of ghost watching soap and reader run from him during a zombie apolocypse. except the apolocypse is really more of a background thing and i just throw in mentions of zombies. no smut! (cw for a very brief mention of cannibalism, a sprained then broken ankle, kidnapping, and very light puppyplay at the end)

"You fucking idiot, Johnny," you hiss. "You're gonna get us killed!"

"Me?" He snarls, whirling around to glare at you, hackles raised. "You're fuckin' shoutin' like you want the bastard to find us!"

"Shhh! Could you be any louder?!"

"You goddamned feartie, I hope he kills you first!"

"What the fuck did you just call me?!"

Ghost just barely manages to bite back a laugh at your offended tone, the way you're nearly spitting at Johnny, even at nearly a foot shorter than him. It's like watching a kitten try and fight a dog - cute, but you know the dog could crush the kitten if things went a little too far.

But Simon doesn't mind watching you hiss and spit at Johnny, certainly doesn't see a need to step in any time soon.

He hadn't expected to find much more than a few corpses when the motion sensor around his property triggered an alarm in his base. He figured it was probably a few zombies, easy enough to deal with.

But then he spotted the two of you - a big Scotsman and his far smaller girl, bickering playfully and totally unaware of him in the shadows.

Originally he'd planned to kill the two of you. He's got enough food stored to make it through the winter, so he wouldn't have to bother with freezing your bodies for later. It would be almost comically easy to kill you, take a couple shots from far enough away that you'd never see them coming, drag your bodies off his property, and forget all about you.

But then Johnny - who's name he only knows because you use it frequently - had spotted him. And wasn't that interesting? It's been a long time since someone managed to spot Ghost while he was trailing them.

He'd noticed Johnny's injury soon after that. The two of you had taken off running - he's not sure why, but apparently you haven't had the best experience with strangers - and Johnny had limped beside you, his right ankle clearly giving him trouble.

That was near sunrise. Now, there's an hour or two before the sunsets.

Simon would like to have the two of you in his base before night falls. No point in risking losing one of you to a zombie, not when you're already vulnerable.

He's been herding the two of you in the right direction since about noon. The two of you had picked the right direction to run, almost making it fully out of Ghost's territory before he started redirecting you. It was easy to land a few shots in the dirt in front of you, send the pair of you scrambling in another direction.

You're closer to his base than either of you realize. Ghost's muscles twitch at the realization, the thought of having the two of you locked up fueling his adrenaline.

He already knows you'll both put up a good fight. He can't wait to see which one of you gives in first. He thinks it might be Johnny, can already picture the man being good after seeing how Ghost might treat you.

He tunes back into your argument as the land becomes more familiar, unable to resist smirking as he sees the path that Johnny's about to walk.

"I told you we should've been more on the lookout for other people."

"Don't even start! Ye know as well as me that the bastard came out of nowhere, don't act like we woulda seen him anyway."

"Well, now we'll never know."

"Exactly! So why're you still naggin' me about it?"

"Oh, really, I'm nagging? Really, Johnny?"

"Yes! What, you think saying it twice makes it less true?"

"Oh, fuck you, honestly, I don't even know why I bother helping you."

Johnny laughs, loud and very obviously fake. "You're helpin' me? Oh, now you've really lost it, lass. I've been dragging dead weight since this whole thing started! You know, I'm getting awful tired of-"

Johnny's just a few steps away, make that final little stretch as he talks, and Ghost holds his breath, waits....

Bam. Before he can finish his complaint, he's yanked into the air. His bad ankle is wrapped up tight in rope, a trap tugging that leg into the air and leaving his torso resting on the ground.

He grunts loudly, though not as loudly as Ghost had expected with his injury.

"Holy shit!" You nearly shout, rushing to Johnny's side and abandoning your argument. "Fuck, are you alright?"

The Scot makes a half-wheezed sound of affirmation, eyes squeezed shut.

"Fuck, alright, don't move. I'll get you out, alright?"

Before you can figure out how to make that happen, Simon steps out of the treeline. You catch sight of him immediately, eyes going wide as you clearly fight the urge to run and abandon your partner. You just barely manage to stop yourself, shifting into what looks like it's meant to be a defensive possession.

Ghost tilts his head, smirks behind the mask. "Where do you think you're goin'?"

Johnny's face is twisted in pain, leaving you to respond. "We don't mean any harm, alright? Just... just let me get him down, and we'll go."

Simon slings his rifle off his back, holds it casually in his arms. The way your hands twitch, the panic streaking across Johnny's expression... fuck, it gets him hard.

"Why would I let you do that?"

There's a little furrow between your brows, and Johnny starts to really squirm in is bindings.

"We won't tell anyone about you," you try, inching around Johnny's prone form. "Promise. You let us go, you'll never have to see us again."

That, Simon thinks, is the problem.

He hauls his gun up, takes quick aim, and shoots the rope tying Johnny up before either of you can properly panic. You both still scream when the branch falls, clattering to the ground on top of Johnny.

You're quick to help him up, your argument apparently entirely forgotten as you let him lean most of his body weight on your shoulders.

Ghost slings the gun back over his shoulder, pulling a length of rope out of his pocket. "Both of you, on your knees. Hands behind your heads, eyes closed."

"Oy." Johnny tries to move in front of you, but his now mangled ankle has to be kept completely off the ground for him to even stay standing. "You can't... we'll go, like she said. Promise, mate."

"Knees."

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed neither of you put up even a bit of fight. But he doesn't complain as he watches you fall to the ground first, letting Johnny use you to help himself.

"Good," Simon hums when you both settle, forms stiff but in the correct position. "Either one of you even twitches, I'll break your legs and leave you for the zombies."

You both shudder at that, and Ghost feels his cock throb in his jeans. He adjusts himself, then steps forward with the rope.

He's quick, not giving either of you time to properly react. You both get a matching loop of rough rope tied around your necks, just tight enough that the skin is already rubbed a bit raw, just from the initial tie.

"Don't move," Simon growls when Johnny jerks away, gripping the man's wrists and tugging them in front of him. "You want to die out here? Watch your little girlfriend get eaten alive?"

He flushes, teeth gritted in what's probably a mix of rage and pain. Sweat drips down his face, streaking through the filth. "She's not my girl."

"Johnny," you hiss, shifting restlessly on your knees. "Seriously?"

"What? Yer not."

"Is that really what you want to be focusing on right now?"

"Oh, would ye rather talk about the goddamn collar and leashes the bastard's given us?"

Ghost gives said leash a rough tug for that, finishing off the loops around Johnny's wrist and moving in front of you. "The bastard's right here."

You sit still, eyes still closed and limbs loose as you let him move your arms around. Johnny's the one who starts squirming, scowl deepening. "Really? Couldnae tell."

"Lotta sass from a man wearing a leash." Ghost yanks it again, nearly sending Johnny sprawling to the ground. He just manages to catch himself on his bound hands, and Simon finishes off yours.

He steps back, holding the length of rope stretching from your necks in one hand. He tugs solidly, smirks when you both stand as quickly as you can. "Up, now. Time to go home."

He doesn't spare either of you a glance, turning around and starting the rest of the journey home. He shows a bit of kindness, keep his pace slow since he can hear the way Johnny's breathing grows more ragged, hear his limp against the dead leaves.

Neither of you tug or try to run away, and Ghost can't help but smile at the obedience. He mentally crosses leash training off his to-do list. He had been looking forward to that one, but he's sure there'll be plenty of other interesting experiences with the two of you.

He's never trained two pets at once. He can't wait to see how it goes.

[wispscribbles]

hi i just discovered your beautiful art so i obviously needed to scroll down your whole blog to catch up on everything you posted haha

i just wanted to say that i got way too emotional after reading that post of yours regarding mw3 and your mental health… on one hand i’m so sorry that you felt that way, but on the other i feel it with my whole heart

ghoap content especially for me helped me these past few months with my mental health in ways i would never have expected, it was my solace and inspiration, i started working out too and got back into drawing, got a lot better at it as well!

but unfortunately i get way too fixated on fictional stuff and there comes a time that my brain switches up and connects the things i liked and comforted me with things that make me extremely uncomfortable and stressed out, especially if i fall down a fandom rabbit hole that i would never have searched up, beacuse i know myself, i know my limits and triggers but i feel like i’m not a part of the fandom if i don’t like and interact with every single headcanon, art and ship

these past days i was really down because of that, and the things i read (why did i do that???) and now when i think of ghoap i think of that stuff and im scared that i alienated myself from the one thing that made me happy

but discovering your art and with that your post reminded me that im not alone in these feelings, even if it’s not the same exactly, and i wanted to thank you, for sharing your thoughts that time i guess haha <33

((sorry for rambling))

Long reply under 'keep reading' !! CW: talk of triggers and MCD

Always feel free to ramble my way!!! How nice you could find some comfort in my art and ghoap stuff. Especially in my mw3 post. I've been considering deleting it a few times, but hearing it maybe helped to read in some way makes me happy I left it up.

I get where you're coming from - I very much use these fictional characters as a safe space, but ppl view them very differently. There's room for it all, "don't like, don't interact" is very much a policy I agree with. It's important to mute words and be aware of your own triggers as you browse stuff in this fandom, because there's such a wide variety of stuff out there. You do NOT have to interact and agree with every thought people have on this ship, that's impossible and super stressful. There's plenty of stuff and headcanons I don't vibe with. There are no 'requirements' that you have to meet in order to enjoy fiction.

It's part of why I enjoy ghoap - that their dynamic resonates and has sparked so much creativity and outlets for so many - but it also means there's gonna be a lot of stuff u don't necessarily agree with or feel comfortable with. For example, a lot of folks use the MCD in mw3 as a way to explore grief, which I think is really cool, but on a bad day that could potentially get my brain in a bad headspace, so I only check out that art and those fics when I feel okay. There's also a bunch of stuff I'd never want to interact with, and that’s fine !!

I'm personally quite vanilla and a sucker for exploring the softer, more domestic aspects of these characters. It's what brings me joy. I know there are parts of this fandom who don’t vibe with what I make at all, and would call it untrue to the characters. Some creators enjoy exploring the more violent or toxic sides to the source material. That's just how it is, we all need different things from fiction. As long as we're capable of chilling in our respective sandboxes, then all's good.

But if you're like me, and enjoy the softer things, then definitely be aware and careful while exploring this ship and fandom. I've seen takes on these characters that are so far removed from how I view them, that they're basically the complete opposite, and it can leave a very bad taste, especially if you're the type to hinge your safe space on fiction.

Just... be mindful of yourself and your potential triggers, be respectful and don't interact with things that make you uncomfortable to the point of feeling unsafe. Shape your own online experience to your best ability.

Hope you're doing okay and still find joy in ghoap <3

[proship-culture-is]

undercover proshipper culture is sweating nervously when antis follow you (I'm stuck in a social circle of them also........ send help)

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