#this is gonna ruffle some feathers

[versasfanficwastedump]

and another thing. I just had a thought of Tim being captured by whoever, really. honestly, the circumstances are not important.

i had a thought of Tim in danger, and he shouts for Jason. not Hood, Jason. And he knows he can use Jason’s name because when he gets here, all these people are fucking dead.

and i’m just picturing Bruce being on his way to help Tim, and all he can hear is Tim screaming for Jason. He’s about to drop down and take care of business, and then shots ring out.

bang. bang. bang.

he looks again and all three kidnappers are dead, Tim is untied, and Jason is holding Tim to his chest. “It’s okay,” He mutters, “I’m here. I gotcha.”

Tim would never dream of outing Bruce or Dick, or even Damian. There’d be someone around to hear it.

But Jason? When Tim is in danger, Jason never leaves survivors.

[xx-helliswheretheheartis-xx]

i can’t believe i saw tx2 live three (not by choice) times before i saw get scared live

i can’t believe i got deeply into hannibal for a short period of time before i saw get scared live

[scuderia-hamilton]

some of y’all are so bold and quick to criticize Lewis or his performance when the driver you rep doesn’t even have a single championship to his name 😭

[trasho-pando2011]

reminder that kris, susie, noelle, and berdly are in HIGH SCHOOL (and also ralsei might also be a teenager?? but it hasn't been confirmed). the amout of gross art and ships of these characters i've seen is disgusting. i've seen people ship kris and TENNA. jesus fucking christ, either you people somehow forget their ages or you shouldn't be allowed near a school zone

[octoariadneeeeexoxo]

ok i didnt expect to start smth with that post😓😓😓

[destinyc1020]

Let’s just keep it all the way REAL.. most of these fans/stans don’t care about what’s going on in this world they just want their faves to speak out about everything to use for their Stan wars.

[nats-revival]

im sorry but nsft blogs have to be the funniest shit on the planet like.. 😭 bitch its FIVE AM why is ur anons talking abt humping a pillow ITS TOO EARLY GTS OMF

and also.. WE DIDNT ASK FOR U TO PUT UR PUSSY ON THE PHONE GET THIS AUDIO OFF MY SCREEN AND OUT MY AIRPODS.

[tamlindain]

Hate to break this to you guys but jokes about caring for animals more than humans is actually fucked up. Because yeah, ofc you guys will care about dogs and cats and pigs more than actual humans suffering and dying. Ofc you fucking would. "But it's just a joke" Maybe but if you don't get it's fucked up, you really need to take a good hard look at yourself.

[dying-moonlight]

have you guys ever experienced searching photos for your favorite character on pinterest only to see photos of your NOTP (in which they are a part of) appear as well...? 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

[naamahdarling]

I'm in the US, for context.

It's the retirement account comment that sends me over the edge, here. I agree with OP, but that one thing...that one thing says so much.

Here's the truth.

$7k is nothing. It would change my life, but it isn't protection against the future. At all. Absolutely not arguing that. My goodness, no.

Someone with a savings account with $7k in it isn't rich but they have a significant advantage over someone who is literally not allowed to have more than $2k in assets, like someone on SSI.

Past that, on the solidarity with the middle class thing, yes. Absolutely.

But the middle class as a whole is at best ignorant of the dynamics of poverty and at worst pretty fiercely terrible towards poor people. Many are lovely people, but as a group they demonstrate very little solidarity with us. They say nice things, but vote for policies that punish and oppress because they believe in the value of hard work and think that giving people like themselves the choice of showing the virtue of charity is better than supporting structural change that benefits everyone automatically. They want better things for us but in an abstract way. At my most wounded, it feels like they want better for me in the way I wish people would feed the ducks at the pond better food.

This doesn't mean I won't support them in their struggles to survive, which are so often just fucking awful, make no mistake, but it does mean they say and do and believe careless shit that make things worse for me and they do it all the time.

If I opened a retirement account and it had over $1k in it, my government would force me to spend it down (because my regular payment would put me over by about $1k every month). I'm not going to do that just because I should have a retirement account. And if someone can open one without constant surveillance, they ARE lucky. I don't hate them, they have what everyone should have and I don't resent that, but also, yeah, there is some bitterness I have to choke down when people complain that they needed to move some things around to afford a modest home repair. They make $110k and had to raid their $35k retirement account to get a couple thousand dollars' worth of emergency plumbing done? That genuinely sucks. But also, $35k is, like, 3 years of income for me. Them and I should be allies but we are not the same. They have a head and shoulders above the quicksand, even if they never go any higher. I am not ALLOWED to crawl to the surface unless someone else is willing and able to take complete financial responsibility for me. That is incredibly unlikely to happen to me given my current circumstances.

We both will wind up fucked in the end unless things change, I am VERY scared for them, I do not WANT them where I am, and also, they are human and good, so I stand with them, I know that their fortune could turn in an instant and they could be homeless within a few months if just one thing goes sideways. But I wish I had what they have but don't appreciate enough. I wish they knew how important their life is considered, relative to mine. It isn't enough, they deserve so much more than they have, but I'm considered a net drain on society and my government actively champions policies that will kill people like me first. It'll come for them too, but I probably won't have to see it and won't be there to help.

It isn't just the money, the not being able to save. It's the dehumanization. I can't afford to get married, unless my partner magically starts making about $30/hour. I figure I'll have a friend get ordained and do it in the hospice when one of us is literally expected not to live another month. Hopefully they can wheel the bed outside? Married people are lucky to be married.

The middle class is profoundly lucky in ways they do not appreciate when compared to the deliberately impoverished who have no chance ever of escaping it. I support them. Where are they, as a group, for people like me? Bitching about the homeless on Nextdoor, mostly. I will not eat them, but I think I can be forgiven for being really, really frustrated with how blithely they talk about life-changing sums of money as an inconvenience.

And compared to people less lucky than me? I'm just as bad. I try not to be. I fight even though I know I don't fully understand. I know I am lucky, from the point of view of someone worse off, to have utility bills. But I only have a home because three relatives died just rich enough for my inheritance to pay for a down payment, and my dad pays the mortgage. When he dies, which will be soon, I don't know for sure if I will be able to stay. $110k sounds like a fucking miracle to me.

trying to explain to tumblr that the Middle Class in not their enemy

[blueharuka]

Damn…

You ever just kinda lose respect for a comic creator you once thought was cool because they chickened out and sided with their own harassers (The very same ones that not only needlessly went out of their way to cause trouble and started the first discourse about their comic, but also started the SECOND discourse too, when these same individuals should have just been blocked from the very beginning to prevent this mess) and then said author chews out their own audience, I.E, the ones who actually enjoyed the story and supported the author every step of the way, but also who were rightfully calling out and hating on the bitchy behavior of the newly introduced bitchy character (That the author themselves implied with their own mouth that the character was in fact ‘Not very pleasant’, mind you) instead of the actual weirdo commnenters who were on their proverbial high horses attacking and harassing REAL PEOPLE they don’t even know ‘in defense’ of said bitchy AND COMPLETELY FICTIONAL character?…

Yeah, no. That’s kinda super ass-backwards, in my opinion.

If you’re going to introduce a new character that behaves as an antagonistic foil to the supposed good protagonist, then you should expect this character to get some backlash for their antagonistic behavior.

And if said character is supposed to be one who will grow to repent for their shitty behavior in the long run and eventually become redeemable, then you need to show their process of redemption through their actions within the story.

Let the audience see the character’s growth for themselves and then let them judge for themselves. Not get mad and attack your own readers (Who all supported you when you were being heckled by the same firestarter commenters that should have already been blocked) when they dislike the unlikable character just because;

“I know her story and you guys don’t! StOp bEiNg So mEaN tO HeR!!!”

Don’t get me wrong, I understand how hard it can be to deal with hundreds if not thousands of comments from folks talking about how much they don’t like a character that you know is supposed to change and be redeemed in the future, but—Sorry, that’s just how people behave when a character presents themselves in an unlikable fashion until they see elsewise. 🤷‍♀️

And just like with the overly-aggressive weirdo commenters who started all this mess, regardless of the fact that you are the author, you don’t get to dictate which characters people are going to like and dislike. It ain’t nice, but sometimes it happens.

Especially if the character has given the readers zero reason to like them since their debut in the first place.

…

And for the record, NO, I will not share the name of the artist or their comic, so please do not ask. My intentions for this post was purely just to rant as the way the author handled that was kinda unprofessional and it left a bad taste in my mouth.

I wish them luck on the future of their story, and I may continue to lurk because I do like the characters and wanna see how it all ends…But dang was that just a really bad look.

[kagiura-akira]

hi its fanfic anon here... I went off radar for a while because even though I made sure to block every conceivable spoiler tag for kghr stuff still keep on appearing 😭 and I'm like a non spoiler person I'd like to enjoy my media in piece but I feel like a simple message with stern wording won't really keep those people from sharing the spoilers around recklessly. it's kind of taking some joy out of reading to be honest so I just dipped for a while and reread kghr again for the time being...

Hey fanfic anon!

I'm sorry it's been sucking the joy out of hrkg for you :( I definitely get it, it is SO frustrating to me too, and I don't even care about being spoiled for myself. It's like... The inconsideration of the rest of the fandom in favor of going so crazy about it that you actively ask for or share spoilers is insane. And to not listen when we ask that they don't do this.

I love kghr so I definitely understand the itch to want to see the new chapter IMMEDIATELY once it drops, but when the tag is full of spoilers and people acting like they're doing everyone else a favor by spoiling them... It's depressing to go into because complaining about it or saying something in the tag or community is like talking to a wall. 😔

At this point I am actively blocking people that do this. It feels like I'm being cruel, but this is a space I've curated for myself so there's no point in letting it get to me if I have control over who I can see, but of course they seem to pop up out of nowhere under new accounts or old accounts that just found the manga so it's almost unavoidable these days.

[sleepy-sham]

Viruses

"unalive" should just mean the opposite of undead. if undead means a dead thing thats alive, unalive shuld mean an alive things thats dead. no i dont have any examples. ☝️yet

[rawme-price]

A bit more abt harpy eagle!reader and macaw!gaz who have some crazy cultural misunderstandings???

So you and gaz have slept together a few times by now, always amazing and always leaving him sore and happy, right? Hes falling for you hard, dreaming about ur toothbrush next to his and ur socks showing up in his laundry, what you would look like sleepy or confused in the morning.

But, you just, dont seem at all interested? Hes cawing at you, rubbing his face along ur neck when you two cuddle, showing off his wings after u preen them. Sure, you put up with it, but you never reciprocate. Its enough to have kyle doubting himself, wondering if you see him as more than anything than a good fuck.

But you preen his wings, and hes not seen you walking out of anyone else's bedrooms, so that has to mean something right? Except its hard to convince himself that when you brush off every single courting display he can think of. It gets to the point that when you coo softly at him and reach for his wings, hes brushing u off with a frown.

"Why the hell should i let you?" He demands, feathers ruffling "you treat me like a fucking toy! Im head over heels for you, and youre just along for the ride, I cant handle that! Could you please just tell me what we are, so I can try to move on?"

He startles when you let out a sad warble, tears in ur eyes. "What? Kyle- baby, no. I'm madly in love with you, I cant imagine every having another. Why the hell would I change our relationship?" You seem genuinely confused, ur own wings shuffling.

"What relationship? There's hardly one there. I've been trying to court you all month and I get nothing! Absolutely nothing in return!" Kyles pacing the small room, and for once you look smaller than him. Ur eyes widen, fave heating with an embarrassed chirp.

"Oh...oh shit. Courting. Uhm, kyle, baby?" You wait for him to look at you before continuing "harpy eagles dont traditionally do the whole...courting thing like macaws do, I guess. Usually we just pick someone and that's set."

Kyle takes all of this in, posture slowly relaxing. So you weren't brushing him off, you just forgot about cultural differences, which kyle is also guilty of. Then, he let's out a half-shocked half-thrilled chirp of realization. "Wait! Wait, what do you mean you just pick and go? Like- forever? Does that mean, im uh- im your?"

"First? Yeah. I uh, kinda thought we were an item already, given how often we fuck." The you frown a bit "if thats not something you want, thats okay. I really should have asked inste-"

Kyle slaps a hand over ur mouth, an exhilarated grin on his face "no take backs! We're a couple now! Its okay, ill get you caught up on macaw courting in no time. Youre gonna need it when you meet my moms."

Anyways now you two are an item and the rest of the guys have to deal with two literal love birds on base at all times lol.

[spiderbitesandvampirevenom]

fuck it. i'll go one step further too and say that the shit you guys argue about on here not only doesn't actually matter in IRL queer communities, you are actively contributing to the destruction of queer spaces. some day you will look around you as the last gay/lesbian bar in your area closes down due to lack of business, or as the lynching of a local queer youth goes unmourned, and ask "who did this to us?" and the answer will be you. by shredding any solidarity within the queer community and turning on your fellow queers in a moral panic. you did this. you killed your local queer community, and you did so gleefully. so maybe, idk, focus less on fighting your fellow queers and more on rebuilding the bridges you've burned. just a thought

i think "many queer people are purposefully deprived of regular IRL social interaction with other people, both queer and not, by our society" and "lots of queer discourse on the internet would be rendered irrelevant if the people engaging in it were regularly interacting with other queer people in real life rather than online" are two statements that can and shouls coexist

[beloveds-embrace]

Harpy!reader with an executive dysfunction that makes it difficult for her to preen her wings, so the boys always take the time to help her with it :)

The nest shifts slightly under you, softened by layers of pilfered jackets and blankets, the scent of your mates woven into every thread. You’re curled up tight, wings drawn in, feathers ruffled and unkempt. It’s been days since you last preened properly, and you know it’s getting bad- the tangles, the way some feathers are misaligned, the uncomfortable itch that you’ve ignored for too long.

You mean to fix it. Really, you do. But every time you think about starting, your brain stalls, reminded of the way your body is unable to do such a basic thing. The steps feel impossible, the effort insurmountable. It’s easier to tuck your wings in and pretend it’s fine and you can’t feel the messy feathers and debris.

A soft thump against the edge of the nest pulls you from your thoughts, and you barely have time to glance up before Johnny is hopping closer, his talons clicking against the frame. He chirps as he lands, head tilting as he takes in the state of you.

“Ach, love,” he murmurs, voice slipping into something softer, fonder. His clawed fingers ghost along the edge of your wing, parting the disheveled feathers. “Y’haven’t preened, have you?”

You grumble, the sound low in your throat, shifting just enough that your wing twitches away from him. He only clicks his tongue in return, unfazed.

Another set of wings sweeps overhead before Kyle lands with a flutter of bright feathers. He ruffles them once before settling beside you, his warmth a familiar comfort. “You were muttering about it last night,” he says, nudging your side with his own. “Knew you weren’t gonna do it.”

There’s no teasing in his voice, just easy understanding.

Then the nest shakes slightly as John lands behind you, heavier than the others, broad wings folding around the group like a windbreak. He hums, a low, soothing sound, before dipping his head to press a kiss against your temple. “Come on, love,” he murmurs. “Let us take care of you.”

You let out a small, reluctant trill, but you don’t stop them.

Simon is the last to settle in, silent as ever, though his presence is grounding as he kneels beside you. He doesn’t speak, just starts smoothing through your covert feathers with slow, careful movements. His claws are deft, undoing tangles and realigning what’s been neglected.

Johnny busies himself with your primaries, crooning softly as he straightens and fluffs, while Kyle works through the downy feathers along your back, his touches gentle, methodical. John takes the worst of the mess, hands solid and reassuring as he grooms with slow, practiced care.

Soft sounds fill the nest- trills and chirps, murmured reassurances, the rustle of feathers being smoothed into place. It’s warm, safe, and bit by bit, the tension in your body melts away.

By the time they’re done, your wings are sleek once more, the discomfort gone, replaced by a drowsy sort of contentment. You let out a quiet chirp, nuzzling into the nearest warmth- Kyle, maybe, or Johnny- feeling the press of their bodies around you, the steady hum of your beloved flock.

And they chirp back in return, holding you all the more closer.