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[faofinn]

DAY 27: survivor's guilt

@febuwhump

It had been a few years since Finn's accident, and he was nearly entirely back to normal. Of course, the seizures were new, but they’d managed to get them reasonably under control and he was, for the most part, better. 

As puberty settled in, his teenage years brought more issues for him. Most he kept to himself, not wanting to be even more of a burden to the family. Fao was always busy at uni, it felt, and, although he missed him immensely, the stubborn teenager in him refused to admit it. Where they would have shared a bed whenever Fao was back, Finn had withdrawn and started keeping himself to himself. 

When Easter rolled around, Finn had become almost a shell of himself, the kid once just excited for easter eggs and family meals just…gone. No matter what anyone did, they just seemed to get nowhere, Finn pulling further and further away.

Fao could tell that Finn had become more withdrawn, as he came home for Easter. He knew his brother always struggled at this time of year - they all did. He missed him in bed, even with his pointy elbows and the constant fidgeting. But Fao knew what it was like to be a teenager, to want to be your own person. As much as they babied him, Finn wasn’t the small ten year old who’d been in hospital any more. He was growing up, and Fao was so proud of him. 

He’d gone to bed that evening, tired from travelling, and settled with a book to read for a while before he tried to sleep. It was nice, being home. A change from how busy things were at uni. Especially at this time of year, it was nice to be close to family.  

Finn just hadn't managed to get to sleep, he hadn't slept properly in a week. He gave up trying in the end, shuffling into Fao’s room. He knocked quietly, pushing the door open.

Fao looked up. “Finn?”

He didn’t say anything, joining Fao in bed. He pulled the duvet around him, settling down in silence.

Fao set his book down, humming as his brother curled up next to him. “Hey. You alright?”

If he was honest, he couldn’t trust himself to speak, to not just immediately break. He gave a grumble in response, refusing to even look at his brother. 

“That bad, eh?” Fao asked, nudging him before offering him his little stuffed toy. “Do you want Eeyore?”

He took him without hesitation, pulling him under his chin, next to Lion who had appeared from nowhere. 

“Guessing you don’t want to talk. Want me to read to you, like I used to?”

Finn almost managed a smile and he nodded, relieved Fao hadn't pushed him. 

Fao reached for his book again. “Alright. Some random crime stuff as ever. Maybe you can work out who did it.” He said, and started to read aloud. 

Finn let Fao read, content in the silence for a little while. Fao was halfway through the sentence when he spoke up, voice quiet and the pain clear in his tone. 

"Why didn't I die?"

Fao hesitated, looking at his book. “Why didn’t you die?” He echoed. “Honestly? I don’t know. They said that because you got CPR so quickly, because you got to hospital and had surgery so quickly, that that probably made a difference, but… you were just that small percentage that came out the other side.”

"But I should have."

“I should’ve died when Uncle Tomas shot me in the chest, but I didn’t, and now I get to be your brother.” Fao said with a shrug. “Sometimes this stuff just… happens.”

"But I should have." He tried again. "They always say I should have and most would have but I didn't and I don't know why!"

“Finn, breathe.” Fao said gently. “Being completely honest, nobody really knows why. We’re just glad you’re still here.”

"That doesn’t make any difference!"

“It fucks with your head, doesn’t it?”

He'd not expected that, and his argument died off on his tongue. "Yeah."

“I was still getting my head around it when I moved here, and then some weird kid ended up in my bed.” Fao teased. 

"I just made it better." He managed, though there was still a waver to his voice. 

“Yeah, you did.” Fao said sincerely. “The bestest little brother.”

Finn was quiet for a little while again, curled into Fao’s chest. "Fao? Is…is it bad that sometimes I don't want to be here?"

Fao thought for a moment, trying to find the words. It broke his heart to hear Finn talk like that. “It’s not a good thought to have, but it doesn’t mean you’re a bad person. Just means you maybe need to talk to someone.”

"I just…just sometimes think it would be better if I had died. I wouldn’t have all this in my head."

“Oh, Finn.” Fao said softly. “What you’ve been through is so crap, what you have to deal with. It definitely wouldn’t have been better if you’d have died.” He didn’t even want to think about what that might have meant for the family.

"But everybody else dies."

“Other people survive what you survived.”

He shook his head. "Not normally."

“Well, no, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be here now.”

"Maybe."

“You’re here, and I’m really glad that you are.”

"Can you read again?"

“Yeah, I can.” He said, but paused. “I won’t tell Mum what you’ve said if you don’t want me to, but you should talk to her. There are people who can help.”

"I don't want you to tell anyone."

“I won’t. Promise. But I want you to talk to people, alright? Don’t suffer through these thoughts on your own. You can call me whenever.”

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What's Eight Plus Seven?

Part One🦇Part Two🦇Part Three🦇Part Four🦇Part Five

Prompt from @devious-kitten

Steve had a mild interest in DnD as a freshmen because of a cousin or something. The interest was killed by Eddie being mean since Steve is a jock. Post vecna Eddie finds dust covered DnD handbook Steve explains and Eddie faces a still hurt Steve as a results of his biases

((Half written fic, half rambling about how it would go down. Apologies for the formatting. Also I added more angst than the prompt called for hehe))

Steve has always loved sports. This is a well-known fact. He's played on some sort of sports team from the time he was old enough for his parents to be able to sign him up.

A lesser-known fact is that Steve loves fantasy. Or, at least, he used to. On the playground in elementary school, Steve could often be found playing knights and dragons, and it was anyone's guess if he would be a knight or a dragon on any particular day.

The summer between middle and high school, Steve spent with his grandparents from his mother's side, on the farm they'd retired on in Michigan. A month long stay that he'd shared with his cousins, Amber, Robert, and Christopher. Amber and Robert are twins, four years younger than Steve, and Christopher was two years older and infinitely cooler than anyone else Steve knew.

Christopher was on the varsity basketball team at his high school when he was just a sophomore, captain of the JV football team, president of the chess club, and in a games club.

Christopher was everything Steve wanted to be now that he was going to be in high school. Minus the chess club because

It was during that summer, Steve got to indulge in playing make believe for another summer with his younger cousins, without the judgement of people (his father and peers) who thought he was too old for such things. He also got to learn about make believe for older kids, because Christopher played a game called Dungeons and Dragons with his game club the last month of school before summer break and spent many evenings going over what had happened with Steve as a captive audience.

"I wish I'd brought the books," Christopher had whispered to him one night from the bed, peaking over to look down at Steve in his sleeping bag on the floor, "we could have played."

Steve wishes he'd brought the books, too.

At the end of July, Christopher, Amber, and Robert's parents show up to pick them up, five days before Steve's scheduled flight to Indianapolis. It's a sad goodbye because one summer a year isn't enough with his cousins but they live in Washington. Steve's always jealous their parents drive all the way to pick them up, but a little proud he gets to brag about how he's flown alone since he was seven. No one else in his class can brag about that.

His mom picks him up in Indianapolis and they go back to school shopping while there.

A week later, Steve receives a package from Christopher. Inside Steve finds Advanced Dungeons and Dragons books, three of them, and even though Christopher said nothing about advanced, he's sure he can manage. On the inside cover of the players handbook, Christopher has written:

Hey Steve, I think you'd rock playing a dwarf paladin. Let's play next summer? Christopher 1981

He spends the last three weeks of summer vacation reading the player handbook cover to cover and making a character. It's slow going, because letters don't stay where they're supposed to be on the page (that's a problem he's had his whole life, so he's not surprised but he is determined), and he's never been good at math, so getting the stats down on paper isn't easy. He can't decide what he wants to play, so he makes two characters; an elf magic-user and, of course, a dwarf paladin.

(He's a little disappointed you can't be a dragon.)

Steve's never been one to dread the first day of school, but he's never actually looked forward to it, either. It's just been another day.

Until today.

Today is his first day as a high schooler. And the only people who go to the first day are Freshman, except the upper classman that have volunteered to man the booths for school activities for the last hour of the day. It's supposed to help the Freshman get the lay of the land without being overwhelming and Steve's excited for it. He needs to see if Hawkins High has a games club like Christopher's school does.

Here Steve is, that last hour of school. He's already been to the basketball booth, promising to sign up as soon as the season started, and the swim booth because he's got a pool at his house and has been swimming for as long as he can remember and knows he enjoys it. He also stops by the football booth even though he's never played, or cared much, for it. (Maybe he's trying to emulate Christopher, sue him.). So, the final thing is to see if Hawkins High offers a chess club and a game club.

Steve is delighted to see that, though there is no games club, there is a Dungeons and Dragons club! That delight wavers because of the kid manning the booth. His hair is curly and falls just below his ears, with big brown eyes. Steve hates to think it, but he'd be cute if he didn't look like he wanted to stab Steve.

"Yeah, no, keep walking," says the boy, pulling the flier with meeting information on it out from under Steve's hand, where he'd been attempting to read it.

Steve looks up, brows furrowed in confusion. "I was reading that."

"And I said no. Jocks don't play Dungeons and Dragons."

"I could," Steve says, offended. He squints at the name tag sticker slapped diagonally across the way too big jean vest this guy's wearing. E-d-d-i-e. Eddie.

"Have you ever played?"

"Well... no, but-"

"No buts. Mitch let a jock join last year and that was a nightmare. He could barely read the rule book. And with how you were squinting down at the flier, and then my name tag, you're not going to be much better."

Jokes on Eddie, Steve's already read the rule book. Even if it was slowly. "I can read just fine."

"Can you math, then? What's eight plus seven?"

"What?"

"Simple addition. Eight plus seven. What is it?"

Steve knows simple addition. This is fine. It doesn't matter than he's been put on the spot, and that math is hard for the same reason as reading. He can do this. His hand twitches with wanting to pull it up and use it to keep track. He's faster at math when he can do that, but this jerk is mean mugging him and he just knows if he moves his hand, this guy will mock him the rest of the school year.

Eight plus seven. Ok. Make it easier, get to ten. It takes adding two to the eight to get ten. Ok. Take that two away from the seven now. That makes... five! Ok. Ten plus five is-

"Dude, it's fifteen," Eddie snaps.

"I knew that!"

Scoff. "Right. How about seventeen plus six."

Steve can feel his face turning red with embarrassment but he's not going to let this jackass be right. Round up. It takes three to get seventeen to twenty, so take three away from the six-

"23. Point proven. Go. Away. Go play your jock games and leave me- us alone."

Steve opens his mouth to argue, or maybe plead, that he can do this, and that, more importantly, he wants to do this, but laughter cuts through the air and for the first time, Steve notices the audience that has gathered. Three people are laughing at him, and his inability to do mental math, and it makes Steve snap his jaw shut and swallow.

"Mental math isn't that hard, Steve," one of them, Brant, says, as he elbows the guy next to him.

"Thank you!" Eddie says, "that's what I'm saying."

"Whatever, man, like I'd want to play make believe at this age anyway," Steve mutters and rushes away.

If, two weeks later, Steve watches Kyle trip who he now knows is Eddie 'The Freak' Munson in the bathroom, and drag him into a stall for a swirly, well, no he didn't. He briefly thinks of saying something to stop Kyle, but shoves the words down and instead turns on heel and leaves that bathroom just as the sound of flushing and Eddie yelling start. The thick bathroom door does a good job of muffling the noise and if Steve feels any guilt about that, he shoves that down, too.

Besides, Kyle's the captain of the basketball team and if Steve wants a chance to be on that team, he can't stay anything. It's a well-known fact that Steve likes sports, after all. He's going to stick to that. Screw Eddie Munson and his Dungeons and Dragons club.

Steve will get to play Dungeons and Dragons with Christopher next summer.

Except, halfway through the school year, Steve and his parents quickly board a plane bound for Washington. Turns out being as perfect as Christopher was is hard. Overwhelming.

They arrive the day before the funeral, and fly out right after it. Steve barely has time to mourn before they're shuffling him back to school that Monday.

Christopher died, and with him, so does Steve's desire to be just like him. He quits the football team. He keeps basketball because he does like it, even without Christopher's influence. He can't bring himself to get rid of the Dungeons and Dragons books, but he can't look at them, either. They end up in the downstairs hall closet, forgotten on the shelf.

So, years later, after rising to the top of the food chain (no one was ever going to embarrass him like Eddie Munson had again) and then falling to the bottom (who cares about high school popularity when interdimensional monsters exist) and of course, the years of fighting against said interdimensional monsters before ending it all in spring of '86, Steve finds himself, unwillingly, agreeing to host Hellfire since the school banned the club following the events of spring break.

Damn Dustin Henderson. Steve usually has the backbone to say no but Dustin had to play up 'getting a chance to finally just be kids' and fuck, how was Steve going to say no to that? Despite how quickly his own desire to be a freshman playing Dungeons and Dragon had been squashed, he can't be the one to ruin this for them.

"Thanks for hosting, man," Eddie says when Steve lets him in. He's an hour early but had asked if that was okay. Apparently the dungeon master has a lot of prep to do? Not that Steve would know.

"Sure," Steve says, dismissively, because while Eddie and he went through hell together, and Steve carried his sorry ass out of the Upside Down, Steve can't quite let his guard down around him.

It's funny. In the Upside Down, Eddie had made a point to tell him he's changed, is a 'good dude' now. So, what's funny is how much Eddie is exactly the same person he was five years ago. He was an ass to Steve five years ago, and as far as Steve is concerned, was also an ass to Lucas for wanting to play basketball just this year.

He swears to God, if he hears one negative thing about Lucas tonight, he's punching Eddie unconscious, no matter what the rest of Hellfire will do or say about it.

Eddie's been in his dining room for maybe five minutes before he finds Steve in the living room. Steve's got a movie playing but he couldn't tell you which one. He's not really watching it.

"Do you got a table cloth for that big table? Jeff's got a set of metal dice and I'd feel like a real ass if we scratched it on accident."

Steve takes a deep breath before answering. He hates that Eddie is considerate like this, has been since spring break if Steve's being honest, but he doesn't want to see Eddie's good qualities. So, he waves in the direction of the closet. "Yeah. There should be some in the hall closet there. Help yourself."

"Thanks."

He twists on the couch to watch Eddie cross the room to the closet door, listens as the door creaks opens, hears the quiet, pleased noise Eddie lets out when his eyes land on the stack of table clothes. Steve continues to watch as Eddie just grabs the whole stack and yanks them off the top shelf.

Which means his watching as the stack of non-fabric objects, which must have been half atop the table clothes, also tumble out of the closet, bouncing off various parts of Eddie. It's a bunch of miscellaneous items. However, Steve realizes with horror, the book that bounces off Eddie's head is his copy of the Monster Manual. Eddie has stepped back in surprise (and possibly pain), so the Dungeon Master Guide and the Players Handbook bounce off his torso and leg before landing on the ground.

"Fuck," Eddie curses, before he stares down at what just assaulted him. Steve just stares at Eddie, watching as he slowly comes to comprehend what he's seeing. He watches as Eddie bends down and grabs the Player Handbook, the last thing to fall, from a top the pile. "What the-"

Steve stands, suddenly defensive, but doesn't actually say anything or move closer. He just watches as Eddie examines the book, flipping it from front to back in his hand like the title will change if he does that enough times.

Then, Eddie turns to him, bewildered. "Present for one of the kids? Thought they all had their own copies."

"No."

Eddie flips the book open. Reads the words written in there so many years ago. "Who's Christopher? Wait. 1981? You were playing D&D in 1981?"

"None of your business, and no," Steve says, now kicking into action, stomping up to Eddie and snatching the book from his hands.

Eddie hold his hands up in defense before his eyes turn mischievous. The same glint in them now that was there when Eddie'd leaned into this space in the RV and called him big boy. "Are you lying to me, Stevie? You've played before, haven't you?"

It makes Steve's blood boil. "No. I haven't played!"

"Alright. You could now, you know," Eddie says. And it's the way he says it, all nonchalant and like he's trying to be coy about it- it tips something over inside Steve. A bottle that held his humiliation and hurt from all those years ago.

"Oh, now I'm good enough for D&D? Now I can join? Aren't I too much of a jock for you!?"

"Whoa, what's with the hostility-"

"What's eight plus seven, Eddie!?" Steve snaps. His memory might be shit these days, with all the concussions, but the unfortunate part about Steve is that he always seems to remember the bad. And he remembers Freshman First Day like yesterday. "No? How about seventeen plus six? Come on, mental math isn't hard. Or don't you remember? I'm just a stupid jock too slow on the uptake, or no, what was it you said? It'll be a nightmare to play with me, 'cause I might be barely able to read the rules?"

He watches as Eddie's face morphs from confusion, to understanding and horror. "Holy shit, Steve. That was you- you wanted to join Hellfire-"

"Yeah, and you made it pretty fuckin' clear I didn't belong in it."

"I'm sorry man. I shouldn't have- if I'd known you, I never would have-"

"That's the problem, Eddie!" Steve shouts, waving the book in front of him. "You didn't know me. You looked at me and decided for me that I was going to be a jock and nothing else and then humiliated me in front of other people! You didn't even bother to try to know me. I spent three weeks reading this stupid book cover to cover because I knew I was shit at reading and I still wanted to try anyway."

He sees Eddie puffing up in anger. "Well, I wasn't exactly wrong, was I? You were a jock, a bully even!"

"Yeah, because I was a dumb, hurt kid who decided that it was better to hurt than be hurt. As if you weren't exactly the same that day, lashing out at me first, at my reading ability, and mocking me for not being quick at math. Fuck you, Munson!" Steve walks away, not hearing anything Eddie shouts after him as he sprints up the stairs and shuts himself in his room.

Steve knows he was a dick in high school, and it's not Eddie's fault he was a dick. Steve made choices he's not proud of and no one forced those choice on him. But Eddie doesn't get to throw that back in his face. Not when Eddie made him feel humiliated and stupid on the first goddamn day of high school, long before Steve became mean himself.

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Cassandra Cain and Asian Stereotypes

So I've seen people debating whether Cass is a racist character or not because she falls into certain Asian stereotypes. While this discussion is valid and important, a lot of the conversation (on this website and beyond) is steered by White/non-Asian people, or people who haven't read a lot of Cass' stuff. This is my take on Cass and Asian stereotypes as a Chinese Cass fan. I do not speak for all Asians, or even all Chinese people, who are absolutely free to disagree with any of these arguments.

Stereotypes I will cover here: Silent Asian, Model Minority, and Hypersexuality.

The Silent Asian Stereotype

The most obvious stereotype Cass runs into is the Silent Asian. I would recommend reading the linked article for more information. Silent Asian characters are Asians who are part of a core cast, but rarely speak. Kimiko Miyashiro in The Boys, Lilly in Pitch Perfect, and Katana in Suicide Squad are all examples of this. The article also mentions Ben from Umbrella Academy, who can only communicate with one character, thus limiting his dialogue.

Why does this happen? Removing Asian characters' dialogue reflects the Western conception of Asians as demure, rule-following, and meek, never speaking up or acting out. It also means writers don't have to spend as much time writing these Asian characters, who are secondary to White protagonists.

The problem with the Silent Asian, then, is not the silence itself, but the consequences of silence. Mute Asians exist, as do Asians who don't speak much; in media, Silent Asians are harmful because they indicate an unwillingness to focus on the Asian character.

This is why Cass, even before she learns to speak longer sentences, is not a Silent Asian. While her conception undoubtedly has unfortunate echoes of this trope, she defies it by being the protagonist of the story. A protagonist cannot be a Silent Asian, because a requirement of the trope is being a secondary character. Cass' feelings and actions are the center of Batgirl (2000), so allegations of this stereotype don't actually make sense.

Furthermore, the trope is about passivity and acquiescence to a White authority. From her introduction, Cass is neither passive nor acquiescent - her origin story is literally about defying David Cain, a White male authority figure. Beyond her not speaking much, she ticks none of the boxes for this stereotype. I think it's time for people to stop mentioning this stereotype in conjunction with Cass, who in every possible way subverts it.

The Model Minority Stereotype

The model minority myth is the belief that Asians are more successful and talented than others, particularly other minoritised groups. Like the Silent Asian, the model minority myth paints Asians as obedient and submissive. This is, in many ways, more insidious than the Silent Asian - there are still people who believe this stereotype (and jokes like 'of course you're good at math, you're Asian') is somehow not racist.

Though this myth seems positive, make no mistake that White people invented this tale for two reasons: to put down Black and Brown communities, and to prevent Asians from ever fully assimilating into White culture.

Cass plays on this myth very interestingly. I've discussed in this post how David Cain and Bruce's assertion that she's 'perfect' is a blatant reference to the model minority myth - by describing her as 'perfect' to them, they are centering their own desires, erasing Cass' individuality.

This is partially why I don't like 'Cass is Bruce's favourite' and 'Cass is an angel who can do no wrong' interpretations when people are just saying it without context. Cass being Bruce's favourite, or Bruce seeing her as an angel, is not a good thing - it is a representation of his biased attitude towards her. He is unable to accept her being a murderer because he is trapped within the model minority mindset. This is not saying Bruce is a full-on racist, but that his actions and perspectives are coloured by his Whiteness.

Cass' abrasive personality, willingness to defy Bruce and David, and very real flaws (her inability to see grey areas, communication difficulties, etc.) make her avoid this stereotype. Additionally, her close relationships with Black characters like Onyx and Duke are essential to combating the anti-Blackness at the core of the model minority myth. Her character evokes the stereotype (perfect martial arts silent fighter), but ultimately defies it through being the star of her own story (and also not being good at math. The fact she doesn't have anything to do with tech is actually one of my favourite aspects of her character, because I am TIRED of tech Asian characters).

The Hypersexual Asian Woman Stereotype

Asian women are often exoticised and fetishised as the ideal sexual partner; think of the term 'yellow fever', which describes men lusting after Asian women. The hypersexualisation of Asian women in media once again goes hand-in-hand with Asians being submissive. They are seen as innocent and child-like, while simultaneously being seductive and sexually experienced.

This stereotype is genuinely perpetuated in Batgirl (2000), mainly by the art in Horrocks' run. Where in Puckett's run there is refreshingly little sexualisation of Cass, once you hit Horrocks' run you get a LOT more shots of her lying down, sexually suggestive covers, etc. People have discussed this already, probably to more effect than I will do here.

However, as I wrote in my Gender and Sexuality posts, the writing is actually fairly defiant of this trope. Cass is vocally uncomfortable with hypersexualisation, and neither of her male love interests stick around. The problem with the Hypersexual Asian Woman is the focus on White sexual interests, where the woman is objectified for the White male gaze. Simply because Cass is the protagonist, the writing focuses on her sexual interests, and in the end it's about gaining control of her gender presentation and sexuality.

Cassandra Cain Vs. Asian Stereotypes

The through-line that connects all these Asian stereotypes is a lack of agency. There's a reason passiveness is the main trait for all of these tropes- the Asian body must be weaker than their White counterparts, in order to be tools or weapons against other minoritised groups.

Cassandra Cain, a character born from a choice that defies White male authority, rises above this passiveness with flying colours. The details of her character certainly fall into some of the above tropes, and the way her character is handled later (evil Cass, New 52), is certainly racist. However, the reason she means so much to me is because at its core, her story is a story of Asian agency. And that in itself is unstereotypical.

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Adna/tifasrce/misadnary/dreamgirlyuri being racist, disrespecting fan artists, and having inappropriate relationships with minors

Adna is a white 23-year-old woman.

She has consistently called women of colour she disagrees with on shipping or characterizations "ugly".

Adna also has a pattern of telling people to harm themselves or kill themselves over fictional characters and ships, as seen here.

Here Adna is su!c!de baiting someone with highly inappropriate, graphic language that disrespects victims of su!cide and self harm and their loved ones. Adna's account was previously suspended by Twitter for her incessant harassment and su!cide baiting, so now she is resulting to using disguised acronyms to tell people to self-harm.

Adna has a pattern of being close with minors. She encourages them openly to participate in harassing people. This is an example of Adna's conditioning of a 15-year-old to speak about people harming themselves because of Adna, a 23-year-old adult.

Here are multiple examples of Adna, a white woman, calling different women of colour ugly and speaking pejoratively about a Black woman's Black features. She is doing this over ship wars, keep that in mind.

Adna, a white woman, consistently has been seen speaking over women of colour and their experiences. She uses performative activism buzzwords and contorts things from fandom as justification for her harassment and pattern of speaking over WOC. Adna insists she knows better than WOC and talks down to them, insisting that it is harmful for them to ship something.

Adna also has a pattern of calling WOC "mentally ill" and making light of mental illness in an ableist way.

Adna also obsessively posts about bullying people who ship Zutara. In the first image, the person retweeting that post is, again, a minor.

These are only a few examples. Since Adna's original account was taken down, many of her harassment posts have been lost.

Adna additionally has posted Zutara art and fanfiction to mock repeatedly. Tumblr limits how many images a post can include, so I couldn't add all the examples, but she did it three times recently to artists and to a fanfic writer. She takes their work, when it says explicitly no posting, puts it on twitter with a degrading caption, and then mocks it with others. She then further insults the work and artist when called out about it.

Recently, Adna has been harassing Makorra shippers, Zutara shippers, Azula stans, and others. She passionately defends the supposed rights of fictional characters at the expense of harming real people, who are often marginalised. She pretends to champion these people, but in her real life interactions, perpetuates harm, ableism, and racism.

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[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

I'm making myself sad thinking about Ed's suicidal behavior at the start of s2. Because the thing is, the methods Ed picks for his suicide attempts are so fucking brutal.

Ed's a smart guy; I'm sure if he really wanted to, he could have engineered some way to get someone to kill him painlessly. But he doesn't do that - it's passive "maybe I'll die in one of these 89 consecutive raids" at first (surely not a painless death to begin with), but then you realize later in the season he's probably actually aiming to break the record to bait Ned Low, a guy known for torturing people before he kills them. And Ed's attempt at the end of s2e2, the one where he goads the crew until they don't have a choice but to mutiny on him...getting all your friends to violently beat you to death is a pretty rough way to die.

The only time Ed isn't rocketing towards a very vicious and painful way to die is when he tries to get Izzy to shoot him, but even then, that can honestly be read as him making sure he's disarmed before he goes out there and gets the crew to mutiny on him, with a side of "if Izzy kills me now, that'd be alright, too." Every time I watch that scene it looks to me like Ed knew he wouldn't be able to get Izzy to shoot him.

The thing that really sticks with me isn't just that Ed's suicidal, it's not just that he wants to die. It's that he feels like he deserves for his death to be the most painful way to go he can think of. He doesn't just want to be punished because he feels like he's an irredeemable monster, he thinks he deserves to be hurt.

In conclusion: Stede Bonnet please hug your boyfriend and give him a nice soft blanket to cuddle up in, he needs it.

[kitsu-katsu]

Being able to actually read and understand portuguese yesterday felt like such a curse, because MAN was the shit that Forever said both in those og messages and in his addressing of it fucking awful

He literally just went "it's all the haters! I'm gonna sue you all!" And then compared himself to a girl who actually commited suicide recently because of online harassment

And the people's reactions over on twitter? Fucking awful. It's just like the Dream situation but more blatant in a way

Minors themselves were going on twitter.com just to say how the law would let a 21 year old doing things with 14 year olds pass. Or they made up that he had already apologized (he hasn't, they brought up the transphobia apology from months ago) and also it wasn't a big deal at the same time. Or they went "YOU'RE ALL HATERS! BRINGING UP SOMETHING FROM 2017!! YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED"

Buddy, please, for your safety, TALK TO AN ADULT ABOUT THIS. It is not ok, it's very serious and trying to bury it and now burning the evidence on Forever's part is not a way to say that "he moved past it! It was 7 years ago, we all have flaws!!" Like yeah, we do all have flaws, but this isn't a case of "my parents brought me up with homophobic rhetoric so I grew up saying homophobic things but I've changed to be better" you know? No, this is a man who at 21 years old contantly messaged (and even met up at least once with one of them) 14 and 15 year olds talking about very sexual things involving them and him

I do not give a shit how many years have passed, you don't get to just "move past" that. Much less as he's doing trying to delete all evidence, threatening decryers with legal action and acting as a victim

This man needs deplatforming QUICK

[pararecovery]

I want to confess something. I used to be one of those people who said stuff like “all MAPs should die.” I was angry and hurting as a survivor. But it wasn't okay. I regret it.

Having an attraction does not mean someone will act on that attraction. It doesn't mean they even have urges to do so. Not everyone who sexually abuses children has an attraction to them, either. In fact, the majority don't. It happens, but abuse hinges more on power than it does on sexual interest.

Yet, most people hear the term "MAP" and immediately think of offenders. They think that people who haven't offended will inevitably try to. I used to think that, too.

But it's wrong.

This is the kind of stigma that makes it harder for people with paraphilias to seek help when they need it. It quite literally interferes with abuse prevention. There are people out there who acknowledge that their attractions can never be acted on, who have not and would never dream of harming anyone, who literally cannot help the feelings they have. And it's normalized to tell them they are a lost cause...that there's no hope for them...that they're going to abuse someone sooner or later...that they might as well just die. That's a terrible sentiment. And, unfortunately, for some people who already plan to abuse someone, that's just the push they need to offend.

No one deserves to have death wished upon them. Period. I wish it didn't take me developing a paraphilic disorder myself in order to see how horrible my past behavior was. I really hope that others can learn from my mistake. We should advocate against abuse without stigmatizing non-abusers.

[whoishotteranimepolls]

"Who's Hotter?" Anime Blondes

[allogrim]

Currently insane about the way that both Armand and Louis are actively involved in rewriting Louis' memories during the Loumand marriage era. Like, it's not just that Armand is working the Mind Gift on Louis when things go wrong, Louis is doing everything he can to rewrite the narrative, too. They both fundamentally understand (whether that understanding is correct or not) that Louis cannot survive the knowledge of Claudia's death, the truth of it, the truth of Armand's and Lestat's and his own culpability in the events surrounding it.

And so they are both, constantly, trying to give Louis some other narrative to believe, to the point where it's kind of impossible to truly know which of them is responsible for what edits. Like, we can guess, but to know? For sure? I don't think they even know for sure! Did Armand meddle with Louis' memory of the trial? Did Louis, trapped in that stone-filled coffin, replaying everything over and over with tiny changes, little alterations, until the distinction between memory and fantasy was irreparably eroded? Did Louis ask for the memory of San Fransisco to be taken? Who took the pages out of Claudia's diaries? Who designed the Dubai penthouse, coffin and archive and shrine to Louis' history, carefully curated and sanitized and protected from outside influences? Who put the Steins in the album?

Both of them, both of them, both of them. Whoever did it, the answer is both of them. They are co-authoring a story where Louis is blameless and Armand is forgiven and no one is suicidal and they are in love.

[nonbinarykai]

As much as I have my gripes with jay I will admit he’s a better man then me bc if i had a special interest and avid collector of a series my whole life then one day I found out my comfort character was my deadbeat dad who I didn’t even know I was related to until after he died I would have just killed myself tbh.