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handsome women covered in blood. reblog.

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"I don't like the fandom content this person posts!"

Then unfollow them.

"I'm not following them, but they're in all the tags!"

Then block them.

"I blocked them but all the people I follow reblog their posts!"

Then unfollow those people.

"But I like their other content!"

Then add the person's username to your blocklist.

"But—"

No. Stop. Listen. You cannot control what other people post or how they interpret your favorite characters or what ships they like. All you can control is your own actions and your public responses. Block them, filter out their username, then post your own stuff to carve out a space for yourself and people like you in your fandom. You will be a million times happier if you focus on what you're doing and what you enjoy instead of on the people you don't like.

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Ada: Goony! We have an entire week to ourselves! Just you, me, Oz…let’s do something fucking INSANE!

Lucifer: Golly! All right! What are you thinking?

Ada: Let’s go hiking in Envy!

Lucifer: …what?

*three days later, in the mountains of Envy, Lucifer in hiking gear and a traveling pack, grimacing*

Lucifer: There’s sweat rolling down my ass, Ada.

Ada, with Oz in a baby bjorn on her back: If you keep the whining to a minimum, I’ll lick it off your ass later tonight.

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Baby and Mama, Yellowstone National Park

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Ada: Having been given this immensely decorated opportunity to spend time in the presence of Hell’s noble elite, I must say this: you’re all boring as fuck, and I wish I stayed home!

Lucifer: Ada!

Ada: Would my evening have been spent cleaning up baby puke and shit so foul, it smells of death? Yes. But at least I would be HALFWAY ENTERTAINED.

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Ada: It’s amazing what shit you’ll say when you think you’re the hottest piece of shit out there. When you don’t want to acknowledge your bullshit. You start believing the lies, and try to make them a reality.

Ada: Easier than facing the truth. The truth, where you’re not as powerful as you think, and you don’t actually have control over what people think.

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Ada’s special powers are banshee, architecture, economics, hunting, cooking meat, kicking ass, and learning things quickly.

She’s also a pretty good climber, and has good endurance. Ask Lucifer.

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Ada, looking at a photo of Lucifer and Lilith together, frowning: ...huh.

Lucifer, not expecting Ada to pay attention to the photo he put away, nervous: What...what's on your mind, my pretty, prickly, vicious mistress?

Ada, turning the photo around so Lucifer can see it, pointing a finger at the photo, grimacing: You and Lilith really do look a fuck-lot alike. It's like you fucked with your CLONE.

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Scoff. You guys only fuck with man boobs when they're on a muscular man. Tch. You aren't a real man boob enjoyer unless you fuck with fat man boobs too. You're just a poser. You'll never be able to defeat the demon lord.

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This is the worst timeline. (x)

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People used to comment on web comics.

People used to comment on fanfiction.

People used to comment on fanart.

People used to comment on OCs.

I hate "content" culture.

I hate "consuming content" and scrolling immediately to the next thing.

People used to be excited about the art that other people created.

People used to want to share that excitement with creators.

I hate this future.

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I probably should have put eye holes in along with the air holes.

*dies of tired*

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But I already sealed the coffin.

I guess I could go get the pry-bar...

*dies of tired*

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Well I'm not getting a deposit back on the coffin, either.

*dies of tired*

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Depends on which coffin fairy is on the job at the time. Last one took both the coffin and the body and left only a penny.

*dies of tired*

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Well. Ain't that a shame.

*picks up corpse and puts it in a coffin*

And now, we wait for the coffin fairy to arrive.

*dies of tired*