#that was a completely unacceptable message anon

[goldkirk]

okay, wow, I’m not publishing that ask, anon.

I need you to understand that online activism only reaches people who are also online.

And it only reaches people who, in our current algorithm-based internet, are actually shown that content.

When you do online activism that’s not something concrete like a petition, you’re spreading information and awareness. That’s super important.

But it’s also like, step one of twelve, and unfortunately it’s where most of us just stop. We share information and news and share guilt tripping posts and we say things should be different and we tell other people that things are terrible and we carry on and most of it makes no real-world difference at all.

I don’t know how to tell you that you have got to do local, real life activism if you want to make any change.

You have got to pay attention to your school boards and judges.

You have got to campaign for local candidates.

You have to encourage locals to run for office, or run for office yourself.

You have to volunteer your time and energy for real local causes and groups.

You have to get acquainted with your local news sources so you know who to reach out to when word needs to be spread about something important.

You have to call and contact and petition your local officials, you need to put up flyers where your actual community will see, you need to get aquatinted with local resources so you know where to direct people who need them.

You have to actually do activism irl. That is how you make change happen.

Any time you spend arguing with online users about activism and not doing enough could be spent actually making a difference in your literal real life community, or helping the people who do.

[sophieinwonderland]

An Anti-Endo's Message for Willogenic Systems. Spoiler: Every Word is Wrong!

Starting off with ableist accusations of delusions.

They also don't seem to understand that willogenic systems don't generally will themselves to develop DID.

Maybe they're thinking of transDID. 🤷‍♀️

Accusations of DID faking stretch back a long time. Long before people started paying attention to endogenic and willogenic systems. And there's no evidence the existence of willogenic or endogenic systems has increased this.

In the infamous fakeclaiming McLean Hospital video, the people he used as examples from TikTok were mostly diagnosed traumagenic systems. In the incredibly flawed papers on "imitated DID," many of the case studies claimed to have trauma.

Also, I have it on good authority from many, many traumagenic DID systems that yes, DID systems can create alters.

Oh, and this gets even worse when you delve into the comments!

Now, system isn't really a medical term, and definitely isn't strictly used for people with DID or OSDD.

See Internal Family Systems therapy, for instance.

And outside of that, it's been used in non-medical contexts by non-disordered systems for close to 30 years.

I covered this particular talking point more in my Syscourse Primer.

Aside from the general misinformation though, I also do want to draw attention to the general ableism of calling people you think are suffering from delusions "insane."

Something they double down on, while also saying willogenic systems need hospitalized.

And they double down even further, saying that forced hospitalization is necessary for people.

And I'll say that I don't completely disagree with this there being cases where it's necessary.

At least, I think there are some very, VERY extreme circumstances where people will need to be temporarily hospitalized, such as if they're an immediate danger to themselves or others. There may be no other choice. (Say, if someone has a delusion that they could fly and had plans to test it by jumping off of a roof to prove to people they could.)

Without any sort of immediate danger though, forced hospitalization is likely to do far more harm than good.

This should only be a LAST RESORT option

It's overused as it is. And guess what? The medical community doesn't just lock up anyone who has any sort of delusion!

Not all delusions are harmful! Or, at least, not all delusions put someone at an immediate risk of causing harm to themselves or others.

And this is without touching on how "believing in something I don't like" isn't even a delusion.

At worst, the unfalsifiability of the claim puts this in the same realm as religion. You could just as easily apply this same logic to suggest anyone who feels the presence of God when they pray is delusional.

Part of the reason this is sticky is... who determines who is of sound mind? What gives them the right to strip away an innocent person's rights?

Because like it or not, forced medical confinement is imprisonment without trial, when no laws have been broken. Even if there are extreme cases where this may be necessary, the standard for this needs to be a lot higher than it is now.

And notably, they're suggesting we need a lower standard where anyone with any sort of delusion, or anything they deem to be a delusion, should be forced into confinement.

That is completely unacceptable.

What's even more confusing though is that they seem to suggest in another comment that the thing that makes people "insane" is using the word "willogenic" instead of "tulpa."

So it's not even wanting to lock people up for the belief they have people in their head...

But for calling them a word the OP doesn't want them to?

Imagine calling for people to have their rights stripped away and be forcefully confined because of disagreements over how a word is used!

...

And maybe this is getting nitpicky now...

But no they didn't...

They later showed a picture of this, where a willogenic anon asked how to BUY headmates. But they did not mention selling any.

The actual owner of that account, as far as I know, didn't identify as willogenic.

Oh, and they also posted another image as "proof" of this which didn't mention buying or selling headmates.

Oh, wait! That one is mine!

@artistry-andfandom

What was this screenshot even supposed to prove? Why did you use my post as an example of buying and selling headmates???

[zed-sabre]

I started getting random hate messages, anon and not, after I posted a JayRoy fic prompt. It was the first time I had ever experienced anything remotely negative on this sort of scale while in the DC fandom. And of all things, it was over a ship I had only just recently found out about. A few days later, that same person and a mutual of theirs started targeting anyone who made posts tagging Jason with Roy, even if it wasn't ship related and just sent endless waves of vitriol. I've since blocked them, but unfortunately I do see them crop up now and again when a blog I follow receives the same treatment. Unfortunately, I've only seen Arrowfam/die hard Jason Todd haters engage in this kind of behavior and it just fucking sucks, you know? I do like the ship, but I also love Jason and Roy being friends, too. But for some reason, sometimes just saying you like them platonically together is enough to send people like this into bizarre and completely unwarranted hate spirals. It's absolutely strange behavior and I honestly don't understand how treating people like shit when you can just block and filter out the ship tags or even just the Jason Todd/Red Hood filter would be enough to avoid triggering such an insane reaction entirely.

it really is an unacceptable way for... i mean, I ASSUME they have to be adults to have such strong opinions on old comic books? but for anyone to act.

really representing their faves poorly. honestly, that kind of activity makes me like stuff OUT OF SPITE even harder.

i hope you've been able to curate your space and enjoy what you enjoy in more peace since then.

[fuck-customers]

I may or may not have done an oopsie at work by talking back to my boss. Long rant, sorry.

Follow up, I was the anon who sent in a message about how me and another coworker drew pictures for Christmas on our personal work whiteboard and my boss got butthurt over it cause he’s a douche, so I drew a picture of the grinch directed at him.

He sent out a message initially saying the “graffiti” was unacceptable etc and I didn’t respond because either I’d have to A) kiss his ass and lie like a suck up or B) tell him to get fucked . Both of which options didn’t seem viable, so I opted to ignore it.

Cut to today, a few weeks later. I wake up after doing an overnight shift to a message from him. He’s detailing how my close was unacceptable and going off about my coworker drawing on the board, again (said coworker already handed in his letter of resignation last week and so we both decided to just leave it up as somethin of a fuck you cause ya can’t get fired if you quit).

The message was detailing things I’d made sure were done, and prep that wasn’t completed that should’ve been done by the day shift people.

I was half asleep, in a bad mood and sick of months of this crap so I went off. Debated all his points, told him the prep wasn’t my sole responsibility and several things he listed had in fact been done by us. That the day people need to start pulling their weight and this issue of me coming in to nothing done has been ongoing for weeks. I tried to keep civil but made it very apparent he wasn’t going to speak to me like that without getting shit back. I reminded him that majority of my closes are great and I work myself to the fucking bone to make sure the opening people come in to a clean environment (not because I care abt the job, but because I want the opener to have an easy job), but mistakes happen and I don’t want to be constantly under threat of disciplinary action because I’m a fucking tired human being.

He responded with something like “I’ll speak to the day people to let them know this is an issue” to which I said that shouldn’t be the only take away he gets from this, and I don’t want to be constantly worried that if I leave so much as a crumb on the floor I’ll be hunted down over it. Said that behaviour like this is reason my coworker quit and may be the reason I quit as well as they’re already not paying me enough to warrant wanting to keep this job as it stands and I’m over this unhealthy work environment.

He hasn’t responded to that last part yet. Coworker and I are joking that either he’s too stunned that a ‘mere employee’ bit back, or he’s planning to murder me. I know I should be concerned, and the safest course of action would’ve been to bend over backwards going “yes sir, of course sir” but I’m tired of this place and looking to quit anyway and boss is a piece of shit who’s called us employees ‘just numbers’ numerous times, so fuck him anyway. I’ve been so overworked, stressed and burnt out for months now that I’m just unable to feel it anymore.

TLDR; boss tried to berate me through text so I bit back and basically told him to fuck off cause I don’t need this job as much as they need me 🤗

[decepti-thots]

RE: Cohost. I just want to let you know that a bit of a controversy about Cohost and its content policies has sparked up yesterday. It might prove wrong because the accusations are based on vague wording of a policy and one staff member's affiliation with a certain subgroup that has always been demonized by the general public. The lack of information on both sides is reason enough to be sceptical about the whole thing.

Normally I would simply delete an unsolicited message like this but y'know, with the current Everything around anon-sending harassment campaigns, and since it's anon, I'm gonna use it as an example of the exact sort of bullshit vague panic-inspiring vapidity folks on here should be wary of.

This message is nothing. "A controversy" is nothing. "Its content policies" is nothing. "A certain sub-group", "one staff member"- nothing. This is the newspaper horoscope of anonymous "ummm please make sure you Immediately denounce this thing or else we will decide you support the secret problematic stuff you are unaware of and you will be In Trouble" messages. Net zero information has been sent to me in this message; just a lot of words that will immediately make someone imagine the worst.

Maybe this person is a TERF talking about trans staff members banning transphobes. Maybe this person is trans and talking about a staff member being a TERF. Maybe it's a million other things. Probably it's some stupid argument about fucking... fanfiction or whatever, lmao. Regardless. The point of a message like this not just saying what it is about is that someone will fill in whatever best fits their personal feelings and views mentally about what would be "bad enough" or whatever for this message to be a legitimate warning. This sort of construction is precisely how anonymous smear campaigns against, oh, say, transfeminine people on this here website tend to work, to pick an example completely at random; they allow the reader to mentally pop in whatever they think is "obviously" the unacceptable thing in question so that no specific accusation ever has to be justified as a) real and b) actually a thing worth calling "an accusation".

[wildfairies]

crsentfairy is an ableist with her talking mad shit about people with bpd and other cluster b disorders.

first of all anon: if you ever find yourself copying and pasting a message like this into the ask box of multiple blogs, you're probably being weird and not trying to spread awareness in good faith. look inwards.

most importantly: the people i love with cluster b disorders are some of the funniest, smartest, kindest, most insightful people i've ever met. their empathy is hard-won, whether because it doesn't come naturally to them or because they earned it at the cost of experiencing a system and society utterly fail them. they put so much effort into self-work and their relationships. they're often exhausted. they're shamed, misunderstood, blamed, and have to fight just to get through some days. my heart breaks for them and my life wouldn't be complete without them. to my mutuals and followers in this category: i see you and i'm with you, whether you're crying on the floor or creating beautiful art or numb inside or lighting up the dash with jokes.

i've learned the hard way that speaking from a place of trauma, hurt, and anger is always a mistake. you inevitably end up doing harm. what cricket said was disturbing, dehumanizing, and callous. it's unacceptable to mischaracterize a marginalized group based on the actions of some and she should have known better. her statements were fucked.

i personally don't think she has adequately addressed the way her followup posts caused further harm. i'm referring to the assumption that a hateful anon was cluster b & the implication that receiving a hateful anon somehow backed up her position. i also think the lighthearted and casual responses and posts when people were sincerely hurt were uncalled for. i'm distancing myself. but she said she's listening to the people she hurt and reading what people on her dash are saying, and i hope that's true and she heals.

[angelscovee]

bro what the fuck is up with these people saying disgusting and completely unacceptable things in your anon box? you don’t deserve any of it, NO ONE does and i’m sorry you’re getting those messages. If you keep getting them honestly i would just block the anon and not post them. don’t give them the attention they are so clearly dying for.

some people don't have the human decency to be cordial to others, they'd rather go out of their way to spread harmful messages. the messages these anons spread are cruel and inhumane. no one should have to open tumblr to see things like that.

i just now recently discovered how to block anons so i definitely will be doing that from now on. i agree, no one should ever have to receive these messages but if it being sent to me means it wont be sent to another blog i'd 100% rather it be me than some other person who might not handle it as well as i can.

i'd say i'm able to keep my composure pretty well so i'd rather have those anons spread their hate onto me than any of you guys because ya'll are all so sweet and don't deserve any of it and i'm so sorry that a lot of y'all are getting these messages too.

[blorbosexterminator]

(Anon has asked me to crop the first part of the ask due to a misunderstanding.)

Thanks for sharing the link anon. It's absolutely heartbreaking reading the messages queer Palestinians have left for the world. I can't take anyone seriously who's claiming to be supporting Queer Palestinians (I.e. using them as an excuse to be openly vile, racist, and nazi-apologist), but not giving a single shit that queer Palestinians, alongside their families and friends and neighbors, are losing their lives and suffering not because the supposed homophobia of their country, but because you know, they're being ethnically cleansed by genocidal maniacs.

But ( and I know you mean very very well and the queer map site is an incredible initiative and is sadly now is also a documentation of diverse lgbtq individuals that we will never have their words on anything again, let alone regarding their sexual and gender identities and their unique perspective), I will not participate in this specific conversation any longer. I won’t appeal to this idiocy, brutality and inhumanity by going "but queer Palestinians actually-" because now is neither the time nor the place. I won’t make the argument that "you also kill queer Palestinians when you're killing "homophobic" and non-queer palestianians since that's what indiscriminating genocides do".

First, because it's practically completely irrelevant to the current situation. Queerness, homophobia, response to it, etc, is not playing a role from either the colonizers' perspective nor the Palestinians. No one is getting killed and no one is committing genocide because anyone is gay or homophobic. This has nothing to do with anything and is only playing a role in propaganda that white leftist lgtbtq communities plus allies should be ashamed for falling for.

Second, and very importantly to me, if you (not you specifically anon, generally) only care about Palestinian lives when they're also queer lives then you're still a fascist supporting genocide and should drink acid. I can’t imagine a more repugnant, apathetic response to genocide than caring only for the faction that shares a fraction of your sexual identity. This complete indifference and lack of concern for innocent human beings, actually going as far as trying to justify their genocide, is completely unacceptable and I won't hold a conversation with anyone with THAT much care only for the self and personal identity and zero empathy.

Even if all Palestinians were homophobic, even if they were the first and only people on Earth without a single queer person in their community somehow, saying a single word in justification for their genocide, trying out a single argument against their right to live, be free, and exist on their own ancestral lands without perpetual terrorizing, still removes any common ground that we can debate over. Your fandom discourse identity politics has no place in a discussion of a currently taking place ethnic cleansing, I can't believe I actually have to say that.

[ssahotchnerr]

Okay well. I was not expecting to wake up and see my friend being bombarded with hurtful words. It started off with just a question as to what a reader can do when it comes to feedback regarding fics. And that's a good question when you're not sure. But for it to be dragged out like this and become rude and hurtful all because Katie is asking for a simple "I enjoyed" (which isn't that hard to leave in the comments) is ridiculous. It's perfectly fine for you to want feedback, my love. Whether it's "This was good" or a full essay about how fucking amazing you are and how grateful we are to have you here on this app and giving so much the the Hotch community (because you are and you do and I love you dearly<3)

I have no idea if all those anona were the same person but you or all of you?? Need to understand that it's perfectly fine and normal to want to hear, TO READ a comment! And yes, reblogs and notes are nice but they do little! I LOVE tag comments and I always read every single one! But it was said that it is harder to respond to those which is true and why if I am mutuals (and converse) with that person I try to message them to thank them for the tag comments.

There is no shame in simply ASKING for just "I enjoyed" "it was good" "this was fun to read" "this broke my heart in a good way" all of these took less than FIVE SECONDS to type! I understand the shy part though. Being shy to comment or send an ask (but just TRY using anon in that case) because I was the same! And I've tried to come out of that shell because I know how much these things can mean to writers! It makes us feel so so happy when we SEE AND READ that someone enjoyed our work! We don't need a full essay on "this was good but that could use some work" all Katie asked for was "I enjoyed" that's it. Two seconds to type that. Less than two seconds to type that!

Do not go and hurt my friend's feelings like this. It is unacceptable. All of this because Katie wants "I ENJOYED"?? And I said all of this because I DO ENJOY! And I love your writing my dear! So WHY would you say such hurtful things to someone? Someone that's never done anything to deserve that.

My dear, I love you and your works and I hope you know that<3. I'm sorry this anon has said these things. You're completely valid in wanting even just the smallest comment. I do enjoy. And feel free to message me if you want or need to. My messages are always open to you my love<3.

(I'm sorry for the long fucking ramble but it needed to be said<33 I hope you don't mind)

mon my love <333333 you have no idea how much i appreciate you or how lucky i feel to have you as a friend 🥺😭 thank you so so much for having my back ALWAYS and always being there for me 😭💕 thank you thank you thank you

[hazyaltcare]

okay this is pretty. dark. but i cant help these memories and i just. i dont know. need some positivity/reassurance that im not a bad person ig? tw for school shootings.

basically i recently uncovered a memory of my timeline which. involved me being in a relationship with a school shooter (i dont know who it was, i dont even think he was necessarily a fact/fiction type, he actually probably wasnt? i dont know its fuzzy) and. basically. i think because i was so in love with him i helped him and his friend in taking the school hostage and. after that its all blurry. but its really fucking me up. i know i cant help kin memories/exomemories but. its so dark and idk. controversial isnt the right word but yk what i mean. its scary and i dont like it.

anyway. hope this didnt make you guys too uncomfortable. thank you for your presence.

Hey anon,

You're not a bad person for remembering an alternate life you now have no control over. While that person who did those awful things is you in the most technical sense, they aren't really you at the same time. Your actions in this timeline matter far more than they do in any other, as this timeline is the one you have actual influence over. Alternate versions of yourself are exactly what you'd expect: alternate. Your kins have no authority over your morality and worth as a person in the here and now.

I understand that it may be hard to accept these memories. I've done things in my kin timelines that were frankly unacceptable, and I still struggle to come to terms with them. Still, that doesn't mean i'm a bad person. The fact that i'm able to acknowledge how fucked up the things I did in other timelines were actually have helped me grow as a person and have shown me the person I don't want to be. I hope that someday these awful memories can be a gift to you in that sense too. No matter how grisly or repulsive these memories may be, they at least show perspective that may have been impossible to garner otherwise.

That kind of goes into one of my theories about kintypes; particularly the "bad" or "abusive" ones that some people-- a lot of them being perfectly kind and normal-- wind up with: I believe that oftentimes your kin memories come from the universe (or whatever powers there may be) trying to give you lessons or a message for your current life. They aren't supposed to be testimonies to your character, because (in my opinion), most people probably have had super fucked up alternate timelines where they've been godawful people. They just don't remember them for one reason or another. The fact that you remember them just means that it's somehow relevant to your current life.

Don't punish yourself over a life you remember when it's one that's completely outside of your influence. You can't change what happened, just like you can't change that kintype or who you are.

Be kind to yourself. You don't need to justify yourself or your kintypes. Literally the fact that you know what you did in that timeline was wrong is enough.

Remembering bad things in other timelines doesn't mean you are going to enact them in this one. Just like intrusive thoughts, exomemories are not indicative of your future actions.

Hope you are well,

Mod Haze (🫁Rob)

[fairlyqualityanon]

Hey Emma. I’m using the submission box cause anon doesn’t work for some reason.

I don’t know completely what happened, but from what I’ve gathered, I’m truly sorry you’ve had to deal with such toxic people. They’re not your friends. True friends don’t use information to harm each other, and they CERTAINLY keep their word. I know I’m just an anon, but I and several others would truly miss you if you died. Perhaps you can talk to some of the other people on here, like [PERSON 1] or [PERSON 2]?

I hope you’re feeling better mentally, and if you need to take a social media break, then please do so. Stay safe.

P.S. Some of us do care and don’t want you to shut up, but as someone who’s brain tells them to shut up too, all I can offer is a virtual hug.

(changed names for some semblance of anonymity)

Weird, it was working earlier, and I don’t think I’ve blocked anyone recently that’s not a porn/spam blog…

Well… without getting into the grisly details, Person 1 knew ahead of time my history and promised to tell the others. When I finally messaged them (44 hours later) saying they didn’t keep their promise, I was told I was too harsh with Jane and the person who kept defending her. When I asked them asked after Jane did her victim-blaming BS (except for the “I should die” Jane’s entire vent was plagiarized from my conversation with her explaining why/how badly I was hurt, which she also did last time soooooo), they said all 3 mods agreed “Emma said I hurt her so I will publicly threaten to kill myself” was absolutely unacceptable, but afaik nothing was said in the chat about it. They also claimed that tons of people had asked them if I was okay… obviously, I have 0 reason to believe that. They also said they believed me, and I’m trying to believe that’s true.

As for Person 2, they’re the one who announced I was harassing Jane; afaik nothing was said to correct the “Hey turns out Jane was harassing Emma and Emma was trying to explain to you guys what was going on in the middle of a PTSD spiral and you’ve all been dogpiling on her without bothering to ask a single question” mistake. When I was purging followers yesterday because I don’t want people who think her behavior is acceptable to follow me… I saw Person 2 publicly raving over how much they adore Jane. The truly messed up part is that ‘Nemesis’ + ‘Incident’ over a decade ago culminated in “I believe they sexually abused you and tried to get you to kill yourself, but they seem cool and you’re too damaged by them so I am going to be friends with them and don’t want to talk to you again”… fucking hell, man. People be like “wow you totally overreacted to something minor” until they see the longass history of assorted abuse I’ve been through.

So uh… it should be blatantly obvious why I don’t believe any “friends” care, not when their actions directly contradict the claims.

;.; Virtual hug is greatly appreciated, that’s all I’d really wanted, was for someone to notice I left because I was hurting and to care. On the bright side, I seem to have made a couple new friends out of it?

And yeah, leaving social media might be a good idea in theory, but I don’t really have anyone to talk to IRL. My coworkers are a horrible influence and we don’t have much in common beyond a twisted sense of humor. That’s why I wondered why I shouldn’t just make my own server. My therapist, when I told him the other day, said he was happy I’d left the server because - paraphrased - it sounded like a toxic middle school.

It’s less “my brain tells me to shut up” and more “people who saw whatever-’It’-was go down tell me to shut up because I had the audacity to (try and) stick up for myself” which… is what happened. That’s where that tag came from - which Jane stole last time she went “Emma didn’t appreciate me stealing her plot point and mocking her sona, how dare she harass me!!!”

[spudinacup]

Unacceptable Behavior.

There are very few things on the list of ‘will make spud contemplate canceling the comic entirely’, however, I would like to congratulate some of you for finding one.  You see, I have a minor issue with individuals deciding that they won't get answers from me, so the wave of harassment from entitled anons decides to flood people I care about. 

It is becoming blatantly apparent to me that upon my break some fans of the comic have decided to go into the inboxes of my friends and family and send lovely messages such as: 

Upon stating that they would in fact, NOT betray my trust if they knew about anything they received lovely messages such as this:

This here? This is unacceptable. This is childish. 

The fact that I need to make any kind of statement on this is utterly and completely ridiculous. 

Tumblr will not receive a page Sunday.

Patreon will update as normal.

You’re grounded. 

Congratulations.

[randomnameless]

Do you like AM or AG better? I feel sad since Nopes made me feel like I wasted my time getting attached to AM and that Nopes made Houses meaningless.

AG has the Nabatean paralogue, yes, I know, I'm living off breadcrumbs, but it's the only route where those losers are interacting with each other!

More seriously,

AM felt very contrived, while I like Dimitri's downfall and subsequent ascension to the King he wants to be (and not the King the people want him to be), the execution was a mess.

It's a first in the FE series, iirc, to have a lord who completely and utterly crumbles, not because of "rawr vengeance mode", but because, as Dedue points out, Dimitri has too much empathy, at the cost of his own life. Yes, it has some aspects of "vengeance mode", but at the end of the day, Dimitri thinks slaughtering imperial soldiers and going after Supreme Leader is something that will appease the will of the dead people who, well, died in one of Supreme Leader (as far as he knows) plots.

But the "sunk as low" angle?

Have him be closed off to his friends, okay, but what has he done to make the game hammer (through his friends and general narration) that this Dimitri, boar!mitri, sank very low?

We hear about Imperial Soldiers being slaughtered... while they're trying to slaughter, I mean, invade Faerghus. Bandits and rogues? Killed in a "gruesome" way, so that's very very very bad? Bad enough that Dimitri is now treated as a blood thirsty monster? He said mean things to Billy ? How unacceptable - really?

But this is the game where Baldo and Waldi are forgotten, where the people who left splashes of blood on Supreme Leader's boots or Aymr are non-existent, and where everyone mentions at least once the desire to "walk with her".

So Dimitri dismembering (we don't even know what he did to those random loldiers!) enemy soldiers is bad, but Supreme Leader sending civilians (or prisoners? idk) to Uncle, persecuting religious people, giving Rhea her 5 stars resort and, in Nopes, hunting refugees, is completely ignored?

Double standard much?

Make no mistake, even with the avatar pandering (why oh why was dedue fridged?) AM is, imo, the best FE16 route but FE16 is FE16, and it has a truckload of narrative issues surrounding Hresvelg Grey.

Granted, AG also has the "are we doing the right thing invading Adrestia?" and Zahras!Dimitri is a thing schtick, but since Supreme Leader loses all agency to become fetishbait, it doesn't matter if Dimitri doesn't look as bad as her, since she's not bad, she's just manipulated :(

----

But, what is the most important anon -

All that time you spent being attached to AM isn't meaningless!

AG is an AU where nothing matters ultimately, because Supreme Waifu was manipulated, so treat it like a shitty "golden road" Ao3 fanfiction if you want, but AM at least is a story where themes (some of them) are explored and ultimately find an acceptable answer.

Dimitri's fall might be contrived (not his mental state, but how the narrative portrays boar!mitri as a bloodthirsty monster for - checking notes - defending his country by brutally killing - double check notes - invading soldiers who already slaughtered civilians and good bandits who do bandit things - FFS the people of Faerghus saw boar!mitri as a hero!!) but I loved the scene where his friends accept to trust him anew (even if he lost that trust because the plot said so).

It's like a message of no matter how far you fall (or think you fell), some people will still believe in you and be there for you.

Too bad this message is drown in 50L of Hresvelg Grey.

[lumosandnoxwriting]

Figuring it Out Together - Fred Weasley

Title: Figuring it Out Together Pairing: Fred x Fem!Reader Warning: NSFW!! Male receiving oral, female receiving oral, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex, some dom/sub elements but nothing too intense, begging, semi-public sex Summary: landing in detention with the person she hates most is the last thing Y/N ever wants to do. But of course, with Fred Weasley around nothing ever seems to work out the way Y/N thinks it will. A/N: this is for the anon who wanted an enemies to lovers smut with Fred! The summary is shit but what else is new lol. Thank you so much to @fandomscombine​ and the two anons who helped me develop this idea!! Requests are open and feedback is always appreciated! I’ve started a tag list, so send me a message or ask if you’d like to be added! Tags: @pandaxnienke​

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“Oi, Weasley! Get your ass back here!” Y/N shouts, chasing behind Fred as he heads towards the Gryffindor locker room with his brother. Fred and George stop in the tracks and turn around at the same time, the exact same cheeky smile on their mouths.

“Y/N!” George greets as she approaches.

“To what do we owe this pleasure?” Fred asks.

“You!” Y/N growls, pointing at Fred.

As Y/N comes to stand in front of them they both can’t help but notice how angry she is. Her face is flushed red and her eyes are dark and narrowed. Thankful that her anger seems to be directed at Fred, George gives his brother a sympathetic pat on the shoulder before turning around and following the rest of the team into the locker room.

“Me?” Fred teases, pointing to himself. “I’ve done something to rile up Miss prim and proper Y/N? Give me a moment, I need to bask in the glory.” Fred closes his eyes, tilts his head back and opens his arms as if the heavens have opened up and sunlight is gleaming down on him.

All this does is infuriate Y/N further, and when she finally gets close enough she shoves Fred as hard as she can. He doesn’t really move much, but it shocks him, and that’s enough for her. “What’s your problem you fucking prick? Why did you do that?”

“You’re going to have to elaborate, darling,” Fred responds casually, crossing his arms over his chest. “There’s a lot of things I’ve done in my life to classify me as a prick, so I’m going to need more details.”

“You broke his arm,” Y/N clarifies, gesturing towards the Quidditch pitch.

Fred rolls his eyes. “Your brother has suffered far worse injuries during a game, Y/N. Madam Pomfrey will have him fixed up in no time. No need for all the dramatics.”

Fred’s casual attitude does nothing but make Y/N angrier, and she shoves him again. “Most of them due to you no doubt! You knew how important this game was and yet you still had to go out of your way to be a complete asshat!”

Ravenclaw and Gryffindor have just finished a grueling match, and Fred spent most of it hitting bludgers at Y/N’s older brother Matthew like they were the only two people on the pitch. While Y/N normally would be loving the opportunity to rub in her house’s win, Y/N had been praying for Ravenclaw to win this particular match. It’s been Matthew’s dream to be a professional Quidditch player since he was a little kid, and this match was his opportunity to make that a reality. Scouts from a few different professional teams were in attendance, and the Ravenclaw team has spent weeks fitting in extra practices to give them the upper advantage on Gryffindor.

Even Y/N was positive that they would take the win, until Fred made it his personal agenda to ensure Matthew never scored a goal. Y/N’s brother had spent most of the game whizzing around the field avoiding Fred, and he failed to score a single goal. And the icing on the cake was that 20 minutes before Harry caught the snitch Fred hit a bludger so hard that Matthew couldn’t avoid it, and it came into direct contact with his arm – shattering quite a few of the bones in it.

Fred huffs. “What did you want me to do? Throw the game so your stupid brother could show off to all of those recruiters? Me hitting bludgers at him so he doesn’t score is kinda the whole point of the game, Y/N.”

“Don’t try and act like I’m the one in the wrong here, Fred!” Y/N shouts, gathering the attention of some of the students heading back towards the castle. “You were focusing a bit too hard on Matthew and you know it! There was six other Ravenclaw players on the pitch, did you think about trying to hit some bludgers towards them?”

“Oh fuck off, Y/N,” Fred spits, returning her anger. “It’s a fucking game, get over it. Why do you always have to be such a bitch? You suck the fun out of everything.”

Y/N is seething with anger, and just as she starts to pull her hand back to slap Fred across the face, Professor McGonagall is stepping in between them.

“What on God’s green earth do you two think you’re doing?” McGonagall asks, looking between the two of them. “Mr. Weasley, Ms. Y/L/N. Detention, all next week and I’ll have 50 points from each of you. Now I suggest you two go find something else to do before I make it a month.”

Y/N flips Fred off as McGonagall walks away before she’s turning on her heel and stomping back up to the castle.

-

“Will you sit down, your pacing is making me dizzy,” Matthew groans, putting his head in his hand.

“Sorry,” Y/N apologizes, giving her brother a sheepish smile. She takes a seat on the edge of his bed, trying not to jostle Matthew too much. Madam Pomfrey had been able to heal his arm quickly, but some of the potions she’d given him left him quite dizzy, so he’s still resting in the Hospital Wing.

“Fred is a prick, Y/N. You didn’t have to confront him,” Matthew says, looking up at Y/N. “Although I really wish you would have slapped him.”

“If McGonagall had only showed up a few seconds later,” Y/N laughs. “I’ve never had the urge to hit someone before but there’s just something about his stupid face that makes me so mad. You’ve been working so hard for this match and then he called me a bitch,” Y/N sighs and runs a hand through her hair. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“Don’t feel bad, and besides, this is a moment we should be celebrating.” When Y/N gives Matthew a confused look he laughs. “Your first detention! I’m so proud of you,” he says wistfully, pretending to wipe away a tear.

“Oh shove it,” Y/N says with a giggle. “I’m going to be stuck in a room every night for the next week with Fred doing whatever McGonagall wants, sounds lovely,” she adds sarcastically with an eyeroll.

“To be fair most girls would kill to be in your position,” Matthew points out with a laugh. “Locked in a room for hours on end with Fred Weasley. That’s like a girl’s wet dream come to life.” When Y/N grimaces at the thought Matthew gives her a look. “Every girl except for you apparently. Why do you even hate Fred so much?”

Y/N gives Matthew a look of surprise. “You can’t be serious?” When Matthew continues to look at her dumbfounded she scoffs. “You were at this school for two years before I was and all I heard when you were home on break was how much of an annoying prat Fred is. I mean I tried not to hate Fred just because you did when I got sorted into Gryffindor and he was pretty okay at first. But one day he just started being a dick to me and I realized you were right.”

“Probably because you’re my sister. I’m always on his case about pulling pranks or messing around in class, he probably figured you’d be the same way,” Matthew reasons.

Y/N shrugs. “Well he’s a bag of dicks anyway, so I’m not too bothered by it.”

-

Monday evening comes far too quickly for Y/N’s liking, and after dinner she trots off to the trophy room, Fred begrudgingly following behind. McGonagall is already waiting for them, and she directs them to sit on the couch in front of her. Y/N takes a seat and practically hugs the arm rest so she’s sitting as far away from Fred as possible.

“The behavior you two exhibited on Saturday was unacceptable and downright barbaric,” McGonagall scolds, her tone sharp. “You’ll be spending the week making sure every one of the trophies in this room shines like it’s brand new.” Y/N looks around at the vast amount of trophies in the room as McGonagall hands them each a rag. “This should give you plenty of time to not only think about your actions, but to resolve whatever animosity exists between the two of you.” She gives them each a stern look before heading towards the door. “I’ll be back to check on you both.”

Y/N groans as McGonagall shuts the door behind her and she hoists herself off of the couch towards the mantle, needing to put some space between her and Fred. McGonagall may want them to sort out their issues, but Y/N wants nothing to do with Fred, and she still has some lingering anger from their fight on Saturday so she’s sure all it would do is end in another detention. Y/N grabs a random trophy and starts scrubbing at it, keeping her back towards Fred.

“This is such bullshit,” Fred mutters to himself after a few minutes of working in silence. Y/N can feel his glare and her shoulders tense up, but she doesn’t say anything or turn around. “This is all your fault you know,” Fred continues a few moments later when Y/N continues to ignore him.

Y/N places the trophy she’d been working on back and picks up another one, determined not to give Fred a reaction. Clearly he’s trying to instigate her into getting into more trouble and while Fred may be used to serving detention Y/N plans on making this week her one and only stint. Y/N finally relaxes after a few minutes of silence, when Fred starts to hum some random song rather loudly and out of tune.

“Un-fucking-believable,” Y/N mutters to herself as she starts to work on another trophy. “Shut up!” Y/N demands, slamming the trophy she’d been working on down. As much as she wants to just ignore Fred, she also wants to keep her sanity.

“No,” Fred responds dully before he continues humming.

Y/N turns around to glare at Fred, and the sweet smile on his face only annoys her further. “Can you not be an asshole? For like, once in your life. Let’s just get through this week and then we can continue to hate each other from afar.”

Fred places the plaque he’d been working on down and leans back on the sofa, crossing his arms. “Why should I make this easy on you? You’re the one that got me into this mess.”

“Oh yeah, you’re right. You totally didn’t shout back at me or call me any names. You just stood there and let me yell at you,” Y/N responds with an eyeroll.

Fred narrows his eyes. “You started it,” he fires back. “I was on my way back to the locker room when you ran up to me and started shouting. And don’t forget you shoved me a few times. I only shouted back because I was tired of listening to your stupid voice.”

“Oh please, you barely moved when I shoved you. You’re acting like I broke your arm or something. Oh wait, that was you,” Y/N reminds him harshly. “You broke my brother’s arm during the most important Quidditch game of his life!”

Fred stands up and takes a step towards Y/N, his fists clenched. “You’re still on that? It’s a game Y/N! I wasn’t trying to break his arm, it just happened! You’re being such a fucking cry baby over nothing!”

“I’m not being a cry baby!” Y/N insist, taking a step towards Fred.

“Oh you’re right my mistake,” Fred spits. “You’re being a fucking bitch!”

Y/N brings her hand out to slap Fred, but his hand wraps around her wrist tightly. Before she has a chance to try and struggle against his grip Fred is pulling Y/N into his chest and kissing her hard. Y/N kisses him back with enthusiasm and moans into Fred’s mouth as his hands land on her bum and give it a tight squeeze.

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad,” Fred growls as he starts to bite and suck at Y/N’s neck. “You’re annoying as hell too,” he reminds as his hands shove up her shirt. “But so fucking hot.”

“Just shut up and kiss me,” Y/N demands, bringing their lips together again. Fred may be an annoying git, but even Y/N has to admit that he’s attractive and being with Fred will definitely make detention more interesting. “You have too many clothes on,” Y/N pants as they break apart, her hands starting to loosen Fred’s tie.

“I could say the same to you, princess,” Fred says, smirking when a shiver runs down Y/N’s spine. Normally the nickname would make her blood boil, but in this context it makes her pussy throb.

Y/N tosses Fred’s tie away as his fingers start to make quick work of her button down. “Why are these uniforms so fucking hard to take off,” Y/N groans as she starts to work at Fred’s shirt as well.

“That desperate for me already, Y/N?” Fred teases as he pushes her shirt off of her shoulders. He leans down to suck a mark onto the top of her breast as his hands move around her back to unhook her bra.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Weasley,” Y/N chides as she takes Fred’s shirt off. Her bra finally hits the ground, and Y/N lets out a whine as Fred’s mouth starts licking and sucking at her nipples. “You kissed me first, remember.”

“Only because I wanted you to shut the fuck up.” Fred steps back and sits on the couch, pulling Y/N down onto his lap. She straddles his waist and they both moan as she grinds down against him. Fred’s hands start to massage Y/N’s breasts and his thumbs start to roughly rub her nipples, causing her to let out a breathy moan. “That’s right, princess. Keep making those noises for me.”

Y/N bites her lip and rocks down against Fred again, determined to keep every noise that bubbles up her throat down. This seems to only spur Fred on, and his head dips down to take one of her nipples in his mouth, his tongue flicking the sensitive bud as his other hand continues rubbing the other. “Fuck, Fred,” Y/N moans, unable to keep it in any longer.

“Love the way you moan my name,” Fred praises, rocking his hips up into Y/N. He’s painfully hard in his trousers and he’s desperate for some friction. “Although I think there’s something even better for your mouth to do, princess.”

Y/N is dripping wet in her panties, and she hates to admit that the thought of sucking Fred’s cock sends a tingle right through her core. “Gonna have to ask me for it, Fred,” she teases, sinking to her knees in front of him.

Fred kicks his shoes off as Y/N undoes his belt and starts to work at the button of his trousers. “Look at you, you’re practically drooling,” Fred taunts playfully. “Give it another few seconds and you’ll be begging me to put my cock in your mouth.”

“You sure about that?” Y/N asks, looking up at Fred. She pulls his trousers and boxers down to his thighs in one go, and Y/N has to bite her tongue to keep from moaning as his cock springs out and slaps against his stomach. Fred exudes big dick energy, and Y/N’s pussy throbs as her hand wraps around him, pleasantly surprised that his size matches his personality.

Fred throws his head back and groans as Y/N starts to slowly stroke him. “Just fucking suck it already,” Fred demands. “You know you want it, slut.”  

“Thought I was your princess?” Y/N teases  as she leans forward, her tongue coming out to kitten lick at his sensitive head.

“Only good girls get to be called princess,” Fred moans, his hand fisting in her hair. “Bad girls who don’t do what I tell them get called slut.” Fred tugs on Y/N’s hair, and he smirks at the moan she lets out. “So you better get sucking if you wanna be my princess.”

Y/N presses her thighs together to try and get some relief on her clit as she decides what to do next. She desperately wants to suck Fred off, but a part of her wants to hold off for a bit and push him to beg her instead. But as Y/N strokes Fred, a bead of precum bubbles up on the tip of his cock, and it makes her mouth water.

“That’s it, princess,” Fred moans as Y/N finally takes him into her mouth and swallows him down. He watches as his length disappears into Y/N’s mouth, his hips twitching as he hits the back of her throat. “Fuck your mouth feels amazing. Gonna have to shove my cock into it every time you get mouthy with me.”

Y/N hums around Fred, her hand starting to work at the part of his cock she can’t fit in her mouth. She pulls her head back so her tongue can twist around the tip, Fred’s moans and pants only encouraging her further. Y/N bobs her head down, gagging as Fred hits the back of her throat. She starts to pull back, but Fred’s hips surge forward, fucking his cock back into her throat and making her gag again.

“Did I say you could fuck my throat?” Y/N scolds as she pulls off. Fred’s hips lift up again to chase her mouth, and she wraps her hand around his cock.

“Sorry princess,” Fred apologizes smugly. “You sound so good gagging around my cock I couldn’t help it.” Fred uses the grip he has on Y/N’s hair to bring her mouth back towards his crotch. “Just keep sucking, I won’t do it again.”

“I don’t really want to anymore,” Y/N teases. Her thumb swipes over the tip of Fred’s cock with every upstroke, causing his hips to jerk. “Gonna have to beg me for it, Fred.”

Fred groans. “Such a fucking tease, Y/N. Fine don’t suck my cock,” Fred says flatly, trying to bait her into taking him back down her throat. “Your hand feels just as good,” he groans.

Y/N narrows her eyes at Fred and pulls her hand away. “You wanna come from a hand? Then you can get yourself off.” She stands up then and kicks off her shoes before slowly shimmying out of her school skirt and panties. Y/N then lays back on the floor with her feet flat, knees bent and open so Fred can see her dripping core. She props herself up on one elbow and looks Fred dead in the eyes as her other hand starts to wander down to her pussy. “You can use your hand, and I’ll use mine.”

Fred watches in rapt awe as Y/N starts to slowly rub her clit, small moans falling from her lips. His cock twitches and he resists the urge to wrap his hand around himself. “Look how fucking wet you are, princess. All of that, just for me?” Fred bites his lip as Y/N starts to tease her entrance with her finger. “How about you come on my cock instead?”

Y/N whines as she sinks a finger into her heat, her attention completely focused on Fred. She watches as he stands up and gets rid of the rest of his clothes, her pussy throbbing at how wet his cock is still from her saliva. When Fred settles on his knees between her legs, Y/N reluctantly stops her movements on her core and places one hand on Fred’s chest while the other wraps around his cock.

“You wanna fuck me, Fred?” When Fred nods and goes to move forward, Y/N shoves him back. “Gonna have to beg me for it.”

“Stop fucking around, Y/N,” Fred complains. “You’re desperate for my cock and you know it.”

Y/N’s walls clench around nothing and her hips buck as if they’re searching for something to fill her. “Beg me for my pussy, Fred,” Y/N demands. “Beg me, and I’ll let you fuck me.”

“Let me fuck you, princess, please,” he begs. “Wanna ruin you with my cock, stretch that pretty little pussy out.”

Y/N is desperate for release at this point, and Fred begging for her only makes it worse. She immediately lets go of him and grabs his face, pulling him down for a messy kiss. As soon as he’s free to move Fred inches forward and slams into Y/N, both of them moaning as he buries himself in her completely.

“Fucking hell, Fred,” Y/N moans. Fred starts to fuck into her quickly, hitching one of her legs over his shoulder so he can move deeper inside of her. “Oh my fucking god right there,” Y/N pants as his cock starts to drag against her g-spot on each thrust. “You fill me up so good, Fred, fuck. Such a big cock, fucking me so well.” Fred starts to rub her clit, and her walls clench around him.

“You’re so fucking tight, Y/N,” Fred compliments. “Can feel your walls stretching for me, like they were made to take my cock.” Fred lands a particularly hard thrust and he’s rewarded with the hottest moan he’s ever heard. “Bet I’m the biggest you’ve ever taken. Aren’t I, princess?”

“Oh fuck, Fred,” Y/N gasps, her orgasm suddenly hitting her. She can feel her walls tightening and spasming around Fred, and her legs start to shake as pleasure washes over her. “Come inside me Fred please,” Y/N begs as she pulls their mouths together.

Fred’s hips still as he releases inside Y/N, his hips just slowly rolling to help him through his orgasm. He kisses Y/N slow as they both come down and once his cock stops twitching Fred slowly pulls out of Y/N and sits back on his shins. They both just sit their basking in the pleasure that’s still coursing through their veins, when footsteps start to approach the door.

“Shit, shit, fucking shit, that must be McGonagall,” Y/N panics, scrambling to find her clothes.

Fred grabs his wand and casts a spell at the door to keep it from opening. “Quick, get dressed. That’ll only stop her for a few minutes.”

They both get dressed hurriedly, and Y/N has just barely grabbed her rag and started to scrub at a random trophy when the door bursts open.

“Bloody old doors,” McGonagall mutters as she steps inside. She eyes both Fred and Y/N quizzically and Y/N holds her breath, waiting to be told off. “And how are things?” she asks.

Y/N breathes a sigh of relief. “Going well, professor.”

Fred nods in agreement. “We’ve been hard at work. Merlin’s honor,” Fred adds.

“Very well then. I shall see you both tomorrow after dinner.” McGonagall steps out of the way, and both Y/N and Fred practically throw down the things in their hands as they rush to leave the room.

They walk back to the common room side by side, neither of them really sure what to say. Fred says the password as they reach the Fat Lady, and he lets Y/N go in first. Before Y/N has a chance to say anything to Fred he’s heading to join George on one of the couches, and Hermione is calling Y/N over.

“How was detention?” Hermione asks as Y/N reaches the table she’s sat at.

Y/N shrugs, trying to keep from blushing. “It was fine. Pretty boring actually.”

“Only four more days,” Hermione says with a laugh. “I’m working on that Charms essay if you wanna join me.”

“Yeah, totally. I’m just gonna go upstairs and grab a quick shower first and then grab my stuff.” Y/N can feel Fred’s release dripping out of her and into her panties, and she’ll never be able to focus on her homework if she doesn’t get cleaned up first.

“See you in a bit then.”

Y/N gives Hermione a smile before she turns on her heel and starts to head towards the staircase. Her legs are still a little shaky, and as she takes the first few steps up she stumbles a bit. Y/N looks back to see if anyone noticed, only to be met with Fred’s eyes. He gives her a sly wink, and she flips him off before disappearing up the stairs.

-

“So detention with Weasley was okay?” Matthew asks Y/N the next morning at breakfast.

They’re sitting together at the Ravenclaw table as always, and Y/N is thankful for the space it gives her from Fred. Last night was the best sex Y/N has ever had, and the fact that it was with someone she has hated for years has done nothing but confuse her further. She still hates Fred without a shadow of a doubt, but Y/N would be lying if she said she didn’t want it to happen again.

“Yeah, it was pretty chill. McGonagall had us scrubbing trophies and stuff in the trophy room for hours which was mind numbing but, other than that it was uneventful,” Y/N lies. Telling her brother about her sex life is low on the list of things Y/N wants to do under normal circumstances, and it’s even lower when her partner is someone her brother considers an enemy.

“A bit of hard labor never hurt,” Matthew jokes, causing Y/N to choke on her orange juice.

“Yeah right. Hard labor,” Y/N tries to joke back once her coughs have died down. If only he knew the kind of hard labor we got up to Y/N thinks to herself as her eyes wander over towards the Gryffindor table. Her eyes meet Fred’s and she has to look away to avoid blushing.

“Hello, earth to Fred,” George calls, waving his hand in front of Fred’s face.

Fred drags his gaze away from Y/N so he can look at his brother. “Sorry, what did you say?”

George chuckles and looks over his shoulder to see what had Fred so occupied. “Ah, Y/N,” he drawls, looking back at Fred. “You were pretty quiet after you got back from detention. Did something happen?”

“No, not at all,” Fred lies, hoping his cheeks don’t start to heat up. Much like Y/N, Fred is completely confused about their encounter. He’s loathed both Y/N and her brother for as long as he can remember, but less than 12 hours ago they were having some of the best sex Fred has ever had and he’s already thinking about what they might get up to when they’re alone tonight.

“I was kinda surprised you came back in one piece,” Ron adds with a laugh. Fred throws his spoon at Ron, and the younger boy dodges it. “No need to be so rude. You two have hated each other for years and she looked ready to beat your ass on Saturday. I figured she’d take the opportunity to do it when you were alone.”

“Why do you two hate each other so much?” Hermione asks from Ron’s side. “It seems like you’ve been at each other’s throats since our first year.”

“I hate her because Y/N is an uppity asshole like her brother. Matthew is always getting me and George in trouble and Y/N does the same,” Fred explains. “Your first year, George was serving a detention with Snape and I set up what was going to be our best revenge prank yet. I went all out, it took weeks of planning.  Except it never went off. Someone ratted on me and McGonagall intervened. I got in probably the worst trouble I’ve ever been in, Mum sent Howlers for days afterwards. I was in detention for months.”

“I remember that! Mum was still pissed at Christmas,” Ron says.

Hermione knits her eyebrows together. “I remember that too. But what does that have to do with Y/N?”

Fred sighs. “When I was leaving the prank to wait for George so we could set it off, Y/N passed me in the hallway. It had to be her who ratted me out just like her brown-nosing brother.”

“But it couldn’t have been Y/N. I spent most of the afternoon with her in the library working on a Herbology assignment. Ron and Harry were there too,” Hermione explains, and both Ron and Harry nod in agreement. “She must have passed you on the way into the library. By the time we left the library you were already in trouble, there’s no way she could have gone to see McGonagall between the time she passed you and when she got to the library.”

“Bet you it was Malfoy,” Harry adds. “He was leaving the library as Y/N entered, remember? He shoved her into the door jamb as they passed by each other.”

“Hold on, hold on, hold on,” Fred interrupts, his tone dripping with confusion. “You mean to tell me that I’ve spent the past 5 years hating Y/N for something she didn’t even do?”

Hermione nods. “Seems that way.”

Fred groans and stands up. “I’ll see you guys later.”

Fred heads out of the Great Hall and towards class, feeling even more confused than he had before.

-

“You plan on ignoring me all night, princess?” Fred says quietly, coming up behind Y/N. McGonagall has just barely shut the door behind her to leave them be and Fred doesn’t want to waste any time. He’s decided in the time it’s been since breakfast that he really isn’t sure how he truly feels about Y/N and having sex with her seems to be the best way for him to figure it out. He’d been trying to catch her attention all day, but Y/N barely even glanced at him.

“How the hell do you move so quietly?” Y/N asks, toying with the rag in her hands. Truthfully Y/N had planned on ignoring Fred. She spent most of the day trying to decide what to do about this murky new relationship they’ve gotten themselves in, and finally settled on letting Fred take the next step. Y/N is prideful above anything else, and she’d rather streak through the hallways naked than come on to Fred when he only saw their sex as a one-time thing.

Fred presses a kiss to the side of Y/N’s neck, smiling into the skin when she shivers. “You didn’t answer my question, princess.”

“You that desperate for me already, Fred?” Y/N teases, turning around to look at him.

“No,” Fred responds slowly, his gaze flicking to Y/N’s lips for a moment. “But I know you enjoyed last night, as did I. So I don’t see why we can’t do it again.”

“Maybe because we’re supposed to be shining these stupid trophies, not having sex. We barely did any work last night and I have a feeling McGonagall will notice when everything looks the same again,” Y/N responds in lieu of actually responding to Fred’s preposition.

“I can take care of that,” Fred insists. He takes his wand out of his back pocket and casts a spell which makes several of the trophies around them shine like diamonds. “There. Now McGonagall will have no idea what we were really getting up to in here.”

Y/N drops her rag and turns around, her arms winding around Fred’s neck as his wrap around her waist. She bites her lip, unable to stop her eyes from traveling down to Fred’s mouth. “This doesn’t change anything between us,” Y/N says softly, looking into Fred’s eyes. “Outside of this room I still hate you and you still hate me. Got it?”

“Of course, princess,” Fred confirms. Once Y/N relaxes in his embrace Fred wastes no time and presses their lips together, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth.

Y/N moans into the kiss, one of her hands trailing down Fred’s torso to his hardening erection. She palms him lightly, smirking when his knees quiver. “So hard for me already, Freddie? You miss being buried in my pussy that much?”

Fred starts to trail kisses down Y/N’s neck, one of his hands inching up her skirt. He pushes the fabric aside as he sucks a mark into her skin, and let’s two of his fingers rub through her wet folds. “You’re one to talk,” Fred teases as Y/N gasps. “I’ve barely even touched you and you’re dripping wet. Been thinking about my cock, princess?”

“Fred,” Y/N whines as he sinks a finger into her heat. She clenches around him, her hand starting to palm him harder.

Fred pulls his hand out of her panties and kisses away Y/N’s pout. “Your mouth felt so good on me yesterday, princess,” Fred starts, leading them over to the couch. “And tonight, I’m gonna use my mouth on you to say thank you.”

Y/N shivers as Fred pushes her back onto the couch, her arousal growing even more. His voice is deep and slow, the complete opposite to how it was last night. Yesterday they had both teased each other, but it’s clear by Fred’s actions so far that he’s in no mood to play the same games again.

“How generous,” Y/N teases, watching as Fred starts to unbutton his shirt.

“If you want me to tease I can tease,” Fred muses, dropping his shirt on the ground next to his tie. “Or you can get naked and I’ll eat that pretty pussy of yours until you’re begging me to let you cum.”

Y/N immediately kicks off her shoes and wiggles out of her skirt and panties, letting them drop to the floor. “Please eat me out, Fred,” she pleads as her hands start to work at the buttons of her shirt.

Fred kicks Y/N’s discarded clothes out of the way and drops to his knees, grabbing a thigh in each hand. He pulls her legs apart and settles in between them before pressing kisses up her thigh and towards her heat. “How can I say no when you ask so nicely, princess?” Fred stops to suck a mark on the inside of her thigh, only an inch or two away from where Y/N needs him most. “Bet you taste so good, princess.”

“Put your mouth on me and you’ll find out,” Y/N pants, fisting a hand in Fred’s hair.

Fred looks up at Y/N, his mouth running dry and how beautiful she looks. Her cheeks are flushed pink, and her school shirt lays open, the tops of her breasts spilling out over the cups of her bra. Fred can still make out some of the marks he left on them yesterday as her chest heaves with deep breaths. Y/N’s stomach is quivering and Fred dips down and licks a long strip from the bottom of her pussy to the top to keep himself from blurting out just how beautiful he finds her.

Y/N moans as Fred’s tongue starts to flick at her clit, tugging his hair slightly. Fred’s fingers are digging into her thighs and it only turns her on more. “More, Fred, please.”

Fred’s tongue travels down from Y/N’s clit to her dripping entrance, slowly sliding into her as he collects her juices. He moans at her taste, letting his tongue fuck in and out of Y/N’s pussy. “Knew you’d taste good,” Fred praises. He sucks Y/N’s clit into his mouth and takes one of his hands off her thigh so he can sink his index finger into her.

“Freddie,” Y/N whines, bearing her hips down onto his finger. He curls it inside of her, and Y/N clenches around it. “Wanna come, please,” Y/N begs.

Fred nibbles lightly on her clit, teasing a second finger around her entrance. “Gonna have to come from just one finger, princess. Want my cock to stretch you out.” Y/N lets out a loud moan at that, and Fred smiles as he presses a wet kiss to her clit. “You like that idea, princess? My cock splitting you open?”

“Fuck me now, Fred,” Y/N demands, tugging on his hair again. “Wanna come around your cock.”

Fred licks up Y/N’s core one last time before he pulls away and starts to work on taking the rest of his clothes off. “Fuck, Y/N. You can’t say shit like that to me and not expect me to bury my cock in you every chance I get.” Fred stands up to get rid of his bottoms, watching as Y/N tosses her shirt aside and takes off her bra. “Don’t think I told you how incredible your tits are yesterday, Y/N. They’re so soft and round and perfect,” he groans.

Y/N flushes under Fred’s praise and climbs onto his lap when he sits down next to her. She presses their lips together and kisses him messily, one of her hands gripping his shoulder while the other reaches around to grip the base of his cock. “Gonna make me do all the work, Weasley? Typical man,” she teases, letting the tip of his cock tease her entrance.

Fred’s hands land on Y/N’s hips and he smirks as their lips connect once again. When Y/N teases her entrance again, Fred jerks his hips up and slams her down at the same time, shoving his cock all the way into Y/N. “What was that, princess? About me doing all the work?”

Y/N gasps as Fred enters her, her walls twitching around him. “So fucking big, Fred, holy hell. Feels like it’s splitting me in two. Feels so good.”

Fred hums and kisses Y/N again as she starts to bounce on him, his hips meeting her thrusts. “Riding me so good, princess,” he groans. “You feel amazing around me. Always so tight for me.” One of Fred’s hands travels to Y/N’s core and starts to lightly rub her clit while the other starts to pinch and toy with her nipple. He leans forward and presses his lips to her neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin.

“Not where people can see,” Y/N warns, tipping her head back to give Fred more room to kiss. She leans back to brace a hand on Fred’s thigh, whining at the new angle. The tip of Fred’s cock rubs her g-spot with each movement, and Y/N can feel her orgasm building.

“But that’s half the fun,” Fred pouts, examining the few bruises he’s left on her neck. “Want everyone to know who this pussy belongs too.”

Y/N moans as Fred’s head dips down and takes one of her nipples into his mouth. “So this pussy belongs to you?” Y/N stutters, her eyes fluttering closed as Fred nibbles on her nipple and starts to rub her clit faster.

“Does it not?” Fred asks, fucking his hips up into Y/N harder. “Or is there someone else that makes you feel this good?”

“Fred,” Y/N moans as he pinches her clit and nipple at the same time, her orgasm taking over her suddenly.

“Fucking hell,” Fred moans as Y/N tightens around him and collapses into his chest. He grips her hips and moves her on his cock as he chases his own release. “How the fuck are you even tighter?” He groans as Y/N clenches around him again, and he brings her down on him one last time before his cock starts to twitch and he releases inside of her.

Fred starts to rub Y/N’s back as they both come down, whining as she shifts on his softening cock. “So good for me, princess,” he praises, pressing a few kisses to the side of Y/N’s face.

Y/N pulls away from Fred slightly so she can kiss him. Their lips move together softly and Y/N whines into it when Fred lifts her off of his cock. “Feel so empty without you,” she admits sheepishly, her cheeks heating up.

Fred chuckles and starts to trace shapes into her sweaty skin. “Trust me, love. If McGonagall wasn’t due to barge through that door any minute now we’d be getting ready for round 2.”

-

By the time Friday rolls around Y/N is more confused than ever. Every time her and Fred go their separate ways after detention leaves her with an empty feeling in her chest and she’s not quite sure what to make of it. It doesn’t help that Fred has started being nice to her outside of their detentions too.

Instead of his usual hard glares she finds him looking at her softly during meals and he greets her every time their paths cross instead of ignoring her as per usual. Their housemates are starting to notice Fred’s change in behavior as well. One morning he lets her have the last piece of bacon on the platter, and Hermione gives her a questioning look. When she’s doing homework in the common room with Harry and her ink runs out, Fred pulls a new bottle out of his bag and immediately hands it over to her, causing Harry’s jaw to practically drop. It’s almost as if they’re friends now, and it only complicates things in Y/N’s head further.

Y/N has found herself actually enjoying Fred’s tenderness, and she doesn’t quite know what that means. Tonight is the last night they’ll have to spend together, and Y/N is both scared and curious about what that means for their relationship. She spares a glance at Fred from down the table as Hermione chatters on about something, and she looks away quickly when his eyes meet hers.

“Last detention, what are you gonna do once you’re a free man?” George asks, pulling Fred’s attention back to him. When all his brother does is shrug, George frowns. “What the hell has gotten into you? You’ve been acting weird all week and now you almost seem, sad that your detention is over with.”

Fred bites his lip, pushing his food around on his plate with his fork. “Just been thinking about stuff.” Fred has gotten himself in a major problem, and he’s been trying to figure out how to get himself out of it all week. After his second time with Y/N things became clearer to Fred, he certainly doesn’t hate Y/N anymore, and he’s found himself developing feelings for her. He wouldn’t say he’s in love, but he’d be lying if he said he can’t see himself falling in love with Y/N.

He’s been paying more attention to her since his revelation that his deep-rooted hate was based in a misunderstanding, and he’s noticed so many things about her that he finds so endearing. It certainly doesn’t help that he’s had her moaning and writhing underneath him every day this week and every time she moans his name his heart swells.

“This about Y/N?” George asks carefully, not wanting to push Fred too much. Being a twin has its advantages, and while he can’t say he knows what’s going on in Fred’s head he can tell something is off with him and it’s not too hard to guess why.

“I don’t hate her anymore,” Fred admits quietly. “And it’s not like I’m in love with her or anything, but I think I could be. Someday. If she would let me.” Fred sighs and looks at George. “But I’m pretty sure she still hates my guts, I mean how could she not? I’ve been a dick to her for years and it’s stupid of me to think that a few nights of sex can change that.”

George chokes on his pumpkin juice. “You two have been screwing?”

“Shh, shh,” Fred says quickly, looking around to make sure no one overheard. “Keep your voice down, I don’t need the whole school knowing. Especially Y/N’s brother.”

“I thought you two were just making out or something,” George continues quietly. “Now I know why you’re so happy when you get back from detention every night.” George wiggles his eyebrows at Fred, and Fred rolls his eyes in response.

“We agreed that we wouldn’t continue hooking up after our detention was up and things are going to go right back to how they were before it started,” Fred pauses to swallow the lump in his throat. “But I don’t feel the same way about her as I did before and I don’t know if I can start pretending to hate her.”

George gives Fred a sad smile and ruffles his hair. “I wish I could help you, Freddie.”

“Yeah. Me too.” Fred watches as Y/N stands up to head to detention, and he slowly follows her lead trying not to pay too much attention to how her hips sway.

-

“I guess this is it,” Y/N says quietly, trying to not let the sadness she feels creep into her chest. Fred has just finished fucking her into the carpet and she’s cuddled into his side as they catch their breath. In a few minutes McGonagall will be back, and whatever this is between her and Fred will be over.

“Guess so,” Fred responds, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. His chest is already aching, and they haven’t even parted ways yet.

Y/N tilts her head up and catches Fred’s mouth in one final kiss. “It was nice, to not be your enemy for a bit.”

“Let’s not go back to being enemies then,” Fred says carefully. When Y/N looks up at him worriedly Fred musters up what he hopes is a reassuring smile. “Friends?”

Y/N nods, trying to figure out why Fred’s offer of friendship simultaneously makes her happy and sad. “Sure, friends.”

They part and get dresses quietly, barely even able to look at each other. When McGonagall finally pushes through the door their standing at opposite ends of the room, and the awkwardness in the air is evident.

“I hope you two learned your lesson,” McGonagall says quietly before watching the two of them scurry away, their heads hanging low.

-

Despite the fact that she and Fred had agreed to be friends, Y/N can’t help but notice that he’s ignoring her. It’s been a little over a week since their last detention, and Fred hasn’t even said two words to Y/N. He’s barely even looked at her. His sudden disappearance from her life has left her both sad and angry, and she’s started to realize that maybe it’s because she really wanted to be more than friends with Fred. She thought maybe he had wanted that too, but with his sudden cool attitude, Y/N isn’t going to be the one searching him out to get to the bottom of it.

“Okay, you’re like, the best sister ever,” Matthew greets as she comes to sit next to him at the Ravenclaw table. It’s fairly early on a Saturday morning, so the Great Hall is still pretty empty.

“I mean I know that,” Y/N says with a laugh as she sits down next to him. “But do you wanna explain why you’re suddenly realizing it too?”

Matthew rolls his eyes and waves around the letter in his hand. “I got this in the mail today, no need to be so coy.”

“What is it?” Y/N grabs the letter from him and scans over it briefly. “One of the teams is going to send another scout to your next game. That’s amazing!”

Matthew frowns at her. “You mean you didn’t write to them?” When Y/N shakes her head, his frown turns into a look of confusion. “The letter says someone at school wrote to them and asked them to reconsider drafting me and that I’m a better player than I demonstrated.”

“Must have been someone on the team,” Y/N muses, taking a sip of orange juice.

“That’s what I thought, but look at the team they sent the letter to,” Matthew insists, tossing the envelope to Y/N.

She looks at it closely, noticing the team emblem embossed into the parchment. “That’s your favorite team,” Y/N points out.

“That’s why I figured it was you. You’re the only one that knows they’re my favorite, and it’s kinda weird that out of the six or seven teams that sent scouts this person would send a letter to the one team I’ve always wanted to play for.”

Y/N’s jaw drop as a conversation she’d had with Fred one night as they laid next to each other to recover. She offhandedly mentioned how sad Matthew had been after receiving a rejection letter from his favorite team. She thought nothing of it at the time when Fred asked her which team it was, but it all makes sense now.

“I think I know who sent that letter. I’ll be back.”

Y/N heads out of the Great Hall and back towards the Gryffindor Common Room, all kinds of emotions flowing through her body.

“Fred!” Y/N shouts as she throws the door to his dorm open. All three of the boys in there jump, frightened by her sudden appearance. She starts to storm towards Fred, and George and Lee take the opportunity to sneak out of the room, shutting the door behind them.

“Do you mind?” Fred says dully. His back is to Y/N and he takes a deep breath to calm himself down. “I’m kind of in the middle of something.”

As Y/N comes to stand behind Fred she can’t help but notice that he’s standing next to his bed in nothing but his boxers. His hair is messy, and she figures he’s only been awake a few minutes. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” Y/N reminds him. “I need to talk to you.”

Fred sighs and turns around to look at her, sitting on his bed. “What?” His voice shakes, and he prays Y/N doesn’t notice.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Y/N asks, trying not to lose her nerve. Fred looks beautiful sitting there, and it’s taking everything in her not to crawl into his lap and kiss him.

Fred rolls his eyes. “Lots of things are wrong with me, Y/N. You’re going to have to elaborate.”

“Why did you send that letter? To the quidditch team?” she asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

Fred smiles sheepishly and scratches the back of his head. “They weren’t supposed to say you sent the letter,” he mumbles.

“They didn’t. But the only person who knows about Matthew’s dream to play for that team besides he and I is you. And since he didn’t send the letter and neither did I it had to have been you,” Y/N pauses, looking at Fred. “Why did you do it?” she asks again, softer.

“I dunno,” Fred responds with a shrug. “I could tell you were upset about the whole thing, so I figured I’d reach out. The worst they could do is send a letter back to me saying no. And then you’d never have to know about it. And if they said yes Matthew would never know it was me who sent the original letter in.” Fred bites his lips. “I just wanted to do something to make you feel better.”

Y/N’s heart melts. “You did it for me?”

“Why are you surprised? I figured it was obvious there isn’t much I wouldn’t do for you. Or have you forgotten about the seven orgasms I gave you last Thursday?” Fred teases.

Y/N can feel her cheeks flush and a shiver runs down her spine at the memory. “Why go through all that and not even take the credit for it?”

“Because of what you said, the second night of our detention,” Fred starts. “You made me promise that us hooking up wouldn’t change our relationship outside of detention and I very clearly broke that promise.”

“But I thought we agreed to be friends?” Y/N admits softly. When Fred nods she sighs in frustration. “Then how come you’ve been ignoring me? I’ve seen you less in the past week than I did when we hated each other.”

“Because I don’t want to be just your friend,” Fred admits. “I want to hold your hand and take you on dates and kiss you and fuck you in my bed. Or your bed. Any bed really I still have fucking carpet burn on my knees,” he jokes, trying to diffuse the air in the room. “I’m starting to feel things for you, Y/N. And I thought just being your friend would be enough but it’s not.”

“Freddie,” Y/N whispers, taking his hand in hers. “Why not just say all that then?”

Fred rolls his eyes. “Maybe because you’ve spent the past five years hating my guts? And you were pretty adamant that you wanted to continue hating me no matter how much sex we had.”

“You seemed to hate me pretty strongly too,” Y/N points out with a quiet laugh. “I wanted to hate you still, I really did. No offense,” she apologizes, squeezing Fred’s hand. “But as we spent more and more time together inside and outside the trophy room I couldn’t even remember why I started hating you in the first place. Your issues with Matthew are your issues with Matthew, and I shouldn’t have made them my issues with you too.”

“That’s why you hated me? Because of Matthew?” Fred asks, pulling Y/N onto his lap.

“It sounds stupid now. But it made sense at the time,” Y/N says quietly.

Fred grips Y/N’s face carefully and brings their lips together in a slow kiss. Their mouths move together softly, and Fred can’t help but notice how perfectly they fit together. Fred nibbles on Y/N’s lips to ask permission to enter her mouth, but Y/N keeps her lips shut tight. Sensing her sudden hesitation, Fred pulls away. “What’s wrong? I thought all that meant we were going to move towards something more. Did I read it all wrong? Oh god I did. I’m sorry I’m such an idiot.”

Y/N presses a reassuring kiss to Fred’s mouth. “It did mean we’re moving towards something more. I want to be something more with you,” Y/N admits. “I just. I don’t know how to be something more with you, Freddie. I don’t know how to be your girlfriend.”

Fred chuckles. “Well I don’t exactly know how to be your boyfriend either.” Fred kisses Y/N again sweetly. “But that’s the fun part of a new relationship, isn’t it? Figuring it out together.”

“At least we’ve already got the sex part figured out.” Y/N laughs as Fred stands up and throws her down on the bed.

Fred crawls up the bed and drapes himself over Y/N. “Doesn’t hurt to work on it, though,” Fred teases, kissing her hard.

[goldie90]

Everytime I see another one of these people coming after you I feel the need to respond.

Their response to you saying "no" to them asking you to tag something should be to leave/block/unfollow whatever.

Not to harass you for multiple days on end and whine about how "immature" you are for not doing what they want over and over again.

Tagging is not mandatory, and even if it is a courtesy thing, using a community tag on a post intended for that community does not constitute an agreement to follow the arbitrary rules of anyone who might happen to see it.

"Courtesy" is not something inherently owed to strangers on the internet, and certainly not to people seemingly intent on harassing you indefinitely because you didn't agree with them or let them bully you into doing what they want.

Because that's what this is really about. Claiming your a risk to "children", "minors" or even just people who don't want to see nsfw content casually is a flimsy excuse.

You shouldn't have to give personal anecdotes to justify the claim that people on this site are probably old enough to be aware that the concept of sex exists either.

People really are straight-up saying that because you told them "no" you're a bad person.

They seem to think that if they say it enough times you'll change your mind.

And they're calling you the immature one? 😂

If something legitimately makes you uncomfortable online, scrolling past it or blocking is perfectly reasonable. Not systematically dog-piling on the OP until you get what you want.

Hi anon.😃

I´m sorry you have to watch all that drama, I know it´s really insane what´s currently going on here.😟

And I know, they call me immature, yet they are the ones who are throwing a fit and acting like defiant toddlers when they don´t get their will, it´s just ridiculous. They think everything has to be the way they want it to be, that the whole world only revolves around them, so of course me not bowing to their will is completely unacceptable and that´s why they keep going on my nerves. 

It´s actually so childish and ridiculous. Like I said before, I see stuff I don´t like all the time, but it would never cross my mind to go into someone´s inbox and complain about it, cause unlike these people I know that I have absolutely no right to do so and that just because I personally dislike something, it doesn´t mean that people shouldn´t posting it  - it´s their business, just like it´s their business to decide what kind of tags they want to use for their posts. If I don´t like something I ignore it and maybe block the person if their stuff is bothering me too much. I really don´t know why this is apparently so hard for some people.

Thanks for your message and I wish you a nice day.💖

[iguessitsjustme]

First I will say Names reaction though makes sense especially when his mom is telling him the reason em isn’t talking much to him, didn’t tell him he would be gone for awhile was his fault because he isn’t normal due to his actions of course make would take that as the truth and would see himself as a burden to em as much as he is to his mother (that’s how she makes it out to be) pushing him away and isolating himself makes sense because it’s to stop him from being even more hurt than he is, him telling em he can just tell him that doesn’t want to talk to him was because that’s how he made him feel but also how his mother made it seem I don’t think if name was able to speak he would feel this way but since he has his mother telling him that’s the reason he’s going to feel that way

On top of that with even their friends telling em he’s wrong for pushing name away also makes it worst idk how their friendship would make it through this because name is already in a mindset where em has moved on has new friends he can actually communicate with and can share things with while name is sitting here with nothing, mute and being told he’s the reason his best friend doesn’t talk to him much I do also think em makes it seem like name is being extra so along with that and his momma and him communicating with his mom I think that’s why name won’t share his feelings because it’s been made out to seem like it doesn’t matter and that he’s being extra I feel if his mother never tried to use em with her saying he’s the reason he’s not communicating because he’s not normal I think name would had told him his feelings But we also need to remember before name could even say how he felt the first time em finally contacted him he quickly shushed him and said he didn’t want to fight without letting name say his feelings on them two the broken promise that name held on is the main reason as well for him isolating himself and could u blame him?

But with that I don’t think ‘em is horrible I just think he’s enjoying his life while trying to hold onto a piece of who he was which is name I think he still cares for him but just doesn’t make the time to message him it’s not like their other friends where he can call them and just talk I don’t think he has a problem with names muteness but I do think it’s one of the reasons for their lack of communication he can’t just call name when he actually has free time he has to go all the way back to his dorm and watch his messages while on the phone I don’t think that makes em a bad person if names muteness is causing a problem in communication he’s just a human he has always supported name but now that they are far apart of course the muteness would become a problem when u can’t be at your computer 24/7 I just hope they can fix the situation idk if they will end up together or even be friends but I hope for name to find himself find his voice and be happy with just himself not needing anyone and I hope em can be happy and content with school

Hello my dear anon! I’m going to try to do my best to answer this completely but I’ll be answering it on my phone while at work/on my lunch/when I have time so it might be a little bit…incoherent. I feel like I’m in the weird position of being angry at Em, but needing to defend him because I have seen some HATE for him that I just don’t believe is warranted.

Anyway, I completely agree. Name’s reaction makes perfect sense. For all of the reasons you stated. I think part of my issue with how people are treating Em and hating on Em is we have that knowledge about Name and he does not. Name’s reaction to everything is so extremely human and completely reasonable considering…everything. He’s being abandoned, guilted, and shamed. His mother has made him feel less than simply because he’s mute. And that is unacceptable. Completely unacceptable.

For your next point, I think it’s important to note that again, Name is justified in feeling like Em is moving on with his life and leaving him behind. BUT, and this is very, extremely important that I think not a lot of people are getting: Em is not responsible for Name’s mental health. As a friend, even a best friend, he should be concerned for Name and his state of mind but he is not responsible for it. And I truly don’t know if I’m watching the same show as some people, especially the last episode because what I saw was Em trying. He was at his computer more. He tried to talk to Name more and Name shut him down. Again, completely understandable on Name’s part. But Em cannot know what Name doesn’t share. So to Em, Name IS being extra and IS overreacted because he doesn’t know. And Name is not in a space to be able to tell him or talk about it right now.

I also agree that Name’s muteness makes it more difficult and more complicated for Em to talk to and communicate with him. But Em has literally never shown any indication that he cares about that. He has constantly tried to find ways that work for them to communicate. I wish to god he would learn sign language, but I can’t have everything. And while it may be harder for Em with Name than it is for his other friends, he still tries and none of his exhaustion comes from needing to be at a computer to talk to Name. Em is exhausted from school and life and the fight with Name, but never how they communicate.

I feel like Em is getting a lot of flack that should be directed at Name’s mother. How much of the emotional burden did she place on Em growing up? I can’t really fault a guy for being exhausted and needing a break. Sometimes life is just too much. And let’s look at all of the others in the friend group. Nan is dealing with internalized ableism and trying to sort through that himself…with Em’s help and advice. Gun is dealing with massive insecurities and lying to Golf about who he is…and Em has offered advice and a sympathetic ear. Champ is dealing with school pressure and very likely the loss of his grandfather soon…and Em has constantly provided support and a cheerful demeanor for him. Em has been giving pieces of himself away to everyone since he was a child and because part of who he is is someone who takes care of others. But Em needs someone to look after him too. And that should be Name and most likely was before this current fight. Which was brought about by Name’s insecurities surrounding his muteness due to his mother. Without Name’s mother, I doubt this fight would be as prolonged. Em would have listened to Gun’s advice and been Moore proactive in contacting Name (which he did) and Name wouldn’t be blaming Em for what his mother has done.

This is a lot to say that Em should absolutely be held accountable for his actions and he owes Name an apology, not just brushing over everything, which is what he’s doing. But he’s still just a human. I know when I was Em’s age, I was an idiot and didn’t know how to act. I think both Name and Em are acting completely understandably given the problem their both facing. The issue is the audience can see and understand Name’s pain and Em cannot. Em doesn’t know and has no way to know and it’s killing me that people are blaming him for Name’s pain when he doesn’t know. And likely the only way he will know is what Name’s mother tells him which is not ideal. So he has incorrect information and cannot respond accordingly to help Name.

I also see a lot of people, not you though my dear anon, treat Name like he’s infallible just because he’s mute. And I’d caution against that. Name is human. His disability doesn’t make him perfect. His pain is real and it hurts and he should absolutely not be going through that, but he is allowed to make mistakes. He is lashing out at Em and that is a mistake. This can’t be resolved unless he allows himself to have a calm, open, and honest conversation with Em, that he is not letting happen.