#you are my people

[lobotemi]

i love that there is a small tightly knit community of ishdon/donmael lovers on tumblr i am living for you guys

[m1lkywaymikey]

I fuckin love tumblr... chatting to a bunch of nerds with the same niche interest as me? FUCK YEAH‼️🔥‼️🔥‼️🔥‼️🔥‼️🔥

[justaregularken]

Very glad you guys like werewolves as much as I do I see this being a very good trend

[stellamarielu]

You writing for Declan AND Joel is feeding all my delusions 🩷so much love to you for your amazing writing. 🤭I love dbf! Fics and I can’t wait to read your new ones.

i remember having a big time joel miller/ pedro pascal hyper fixation years ago and now that i’m finally writing some smut for him it feels like i’m fulfilling some sort of dirty, nasty prophecy lmao

but declan o’hara will always be #1 on the field and #1 in my heart☺️

thank you for reading and getting excited about my fics with me! i’m truly having the most fun on here with you guys!!!

[remember-to-be-gentle]

Mhmmmmmmmm lactating sukuna lives rent free in my mind 🤤🫠

There isn't nearly enough art of him pumping or getting his tiddies sucked or having those massive mammaries squeezed for ever drop or--

[glowstone23b]

A bit about the one who runs this blog (me!):

Adult, though I likely won’t post explicit stuff like ever

he/him or bird/birdself if you’re really feelin’ it (maybe even minecraft neos? goodness only knows, go crazy) Here’s my pronouns page for more in depth stuff!

neurodivergent & queer

you can call me whatever you like honestly, I’m excited to see if I ever get nicknames! “Glowstone” works, if anything :P

Asks for my ocs or headcanons are encouraged, as well as drawing prompts, though no promises I’ll be able to get to them. I just enjoy the people here :)

My posts will almost never be re-read out of pure excitement about the subject, so apologies for any spelling errors or incoherence along the way. If anything’s a little fuzzy, just ask me to clarify.

That’s about it for now! I may update as time goes on, but welcome to my blog! Little part of the bastion I like to call home ^^

Remember to eat and drink today, get some good sleep in you, and remember to take your meds if that’s something you do. You matter!

[rattkween86]

GOD i missed having you on my dash lex FUCK

dude, babe, bro, I love you so much, whoever the fuck you are. 😭 I can for sure say I missed being here. 💕 hopefully I never have to take a break again.

[ashyblondwaves]

I can snooze Tumblr live? How am I just finding this out?!

[daftpatience]

slow down for your disabled friends. thats like a bare minimum kindness that we shouldnt have to ask for. i love that youre so quirky and walking fast is a cool personality trait to you and all that but i bet you can count your physically disabled friends on less than one hand

[pookapufferfish]

[koobiie]

shoutout to everyone who wants to infodump but cant string together coherent thoughts to form sentences and instead just look at you like this

[captainjonnitkessler]

>Join a union

>Hear people constantly complaining that the current union leadership is super corrupt, it's all just the same ten guys making all the decisions in secret and nobody else in the union ever gets to know what's going on

>Go to the monthly union meetings that are completely open to all 1200 union members

>The only attendees are the same ten guys every month, giving detailed reports about everything that's going on

[homunculus-argument]

This counts as vent art.

[shadesofmauve]

I want to step away from the art-vs-artist side of the Gaiman issue for a bit, and talk about, well, the rest of it. Because those emotions you're feeling would be the same without the art; the art just adds another layer.

Source: I worked with a guy who turned out to be heavily involved in an international, multi-state sex-slavery/trafficking ring.

He was really nice.

Yeah.

It hits like a dumptruck of shit. You don't feel stable in your world anymore. How could someone you interacted with, liked, also be a truly horrible person? How could your judgement be that bad? How can real people, not stylized cartoon bogeymen, be actually doing this shit?

You have to sit with the fact that you couldn't, or probably couldn't, have known. You should have no guilt as part of this horror — but guilt is almost certainly part of that mess you're feeling, because our brains do this associative thing, and somehow "I liked [the version of] the guy [that I knew]", or his creations, becomes "I made a horrible mistake and should feel guilty."

You didn't, loves, you didn't.

We're human, and we can only go by the information we have. And the information we have is only the smallest glimpse into someone else's life.

I didn't work closely with the guy I knew at work, but we chatted. He wasn't just nice; he was one of the only people outside my tiny department who seemed genuinely nice in a workplace that was rapidly becoming incredibly toxic. He loaned me a bike trainer. Occasionally he'd see me at the bus stop and give me a lift home.

Yup. I was a young woman in my twenties and rode in this guy's car. More than once.

When I tell this story that part usually makes people gasp. "You must feel so scared about what could have happened to you!" "You're so lucky nothing happened!"

No, that's not how it worked. I was never in danger. This guy targeted Korean women with little-to-no English who were coerced and powerless. A white, fluent, US citizen coworker wasn't a potential victim. I got to be a person, not prey.

Y'know that little warning bell that goes off, when you're around someone who might be a danger to you? That animal sense that says "Something is off here, watch out"?

Yeah, that doesn't ping if the preferred prey isn't around.

That's what rattled me the most about this. I liked to think of myself as willing to stand up for people with less power than me. I worked with Japanese exchange students in college and put myself bodily between them and creeps, and I sure as hell got that little alarm when some asian-schoolgirl fetishist schmoozed on them. But we were all there.

I had to learn that the alarm won't go off when the hunter isn't hunting. That it's not the solid indicator I might've thought it was. That sometimes this is what the privilege of not being prey does; it completely masks your ability to detect the horrors that are going on.

A lot of people point out that 'people like that' have amazing charisma and ability to lie and manipulate, and that's true. Anyone who's gotten away with this shit for decades is going to be way smoother than the pathetic little hangers-on I dealt with in university. But it's not just that. I seriously, deeply believe that he saw me as a person, and he did not extend personhood to his victims. We didn't have a fake coworker relationship. We had a real one. And just like I don't know the ins-and-outs of most of my coworkers lives, I had no idea that what he did on his down time was perpetrate horrors.

I know this is getting off the topic, but it's so very important. Especially as a message to cis guys: please understand that you won't recognize a creep the way you might think you will. If you're not the preferred prey, the hind-brain alarm won't go off. You have to listen to victims, not your gut feeling that the person seems perfectly nice and normal. It doesn't mean there's never a false accusation, but face the fact that it's usually real, and you don't have enough information to say otherwise.

So, yeah. It fucking sucks. Writing about this twists my insides into tense knots, and it was almost a decade ago. I was never in danger. No one I knew was hurt!

Just countless, powerless women, horrifically abused by someone who was nice to me.

You don't trust your own judgement quite the same way, after. And as utterly shitty as it is, as twisted up and unstead-in-the-world as I felt the day I found out — I don't actually think that's a bad thing.

I think we all need to question our own judgement. It makes us better people.

I don't see villains around every corner just because I knew one, once. But I do own the fact that I can't know, really know, about anyone except those closest to me. They have their own full lives. They'll go from the pinnacles of kindness to the depths of depravity — and I won't know.

It's not a failing. It's just being human. Something to remember before you slap labels on people, before you condemn them or idolize them. Think about how much you can't know, and how flawed our judgement always is.

Grieve for victims, and the feeling of betrayal. But maybe let yourself off the hook, and be a bit slower to skewer others on it.

[tawnysoup]

Finally now that the comic is fully public on comicfury, I get to share it with all of you here, too <3

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