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catboy-syrup · 2 years

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What were Sayu's other red flags? I had a weird feeling about them too, I'm curious to see if we noticed the same things.

1. they're dead set mindset of how every single paraphilia deserves to die and that they cannot get/do not deserve help. I mean like, I don't support paraphiliacs either, and i don't want them interacting what so ever, but i do at least encourage them to seek out and get professional help. cause like, even online spaces aren't good support centers for those kinds of people, they need to find actually professional help instead of seeking out validation for their attraction on the internet.

2. I don't think they stated it publically, but they do have a bad habit of sending/spamming literal death threats to people on anon, including those who support paraphiliacs. like, i literally had to go off on them cause they were proud about sending multiple death threats to a trans age account. Like, they literally told me about it casually, as if I would laugh along with them and NOT be severely upset/angry

3. the fact that they respond to hate with nsfw stuff. like, I understand wanting hate anons to leave you alone, and like, yeah death threats aren't ok, but I'm sure there a better way to deal with it than talking about nsfw. like idk, maybe respond with cursed image, or a copy pasta, or yaknow, just delete the fucking ask.

4. they publically stated on their edit blog something along the lines of like, they "don't care about properly tagging stuff" and that if they post something triggering to someone, that person should just "black list their entire blog in general".

5. and semi related to the last one, but one time one their main blog, someone was having a psychotic meltdown in their inbox and sayu was making fun of them, and when i tried to try to defend them both on a middle ground, sayu simply went "if someone came to my blog to trigger themselves on purpose i would just laugh at them" which like,,,,,,,,, triggering yourself on purpose is literally a form of self-harm, one that i'm actively trying to deal/cope with so like,,,,,,,,, no lets not laugh at that, thanks.

any ways, i'm pretty sure those are the red flags i saw, at least they're red flags for me. most of it is pretty bad if you ask me

#🍥🍁🍡syrup talks🍡🍁🍥#🍥🍁🍡sir this is a denny’s🍡🍁🍥#proship #proshipping #tw ablism mention #tw s/h mention #tw death threats #tw nsfa #ask to tag.

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ginakutagawa-archive · 4 years

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remembering tht one time i had a nb flag in my room and told my parents it was a team flag from tht show about volleyball (hq) i watched and they believed me.

#nsfa #parent mention #but my dad took it down and idk where it is now so they probably found out. uh oh #father mention #< in tags

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stellarfirmafanevents · 2 years

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Hello and welcome to the inaugural Stellar Firma Anniversary Prompt Month!

WHAT IS THIS EVENT?

Remember the finale? Remember how it was almost a year ago? Well, we do! And we’re here to run a prompt event to celebrate the ending of our favourite show. Over the month leading up to the anniversary of episode 76, we’ll be posting prompts relating to various aspects of Stellar Firma, with each week’s prompts grouped around a specific theme (which you can find below).

You can create a work for all prompts, or whichever individual ones take your fancy! There are no mandatory requirements for this event, or even a requirement to sign up at all. This is entirely on your own terms: you can create whatever you want, whenever you want. You don’t even have to post your works during the week that it’s related to! So long as it’s inspired by a prompt for this event (and tagged using the guidelines outlined below!), we’ll reblog it on our official tumblr @stellarfirmafanevents and include it in the AO3 Collection if you choose to publish there.

Please read more for the rest of the guidelines!

HOW DOES IT WORK?

Every week, starting from 25/4/22 until 23/5/22 (the finale anniversary), we’ll post a group of prompts in the following format, which will be inspired by a specific theme featuring in Stellar Firma. Here’s an example:

WEEK 1: WHAT WAS

Pre-Canon — Clones / Home and Schooldays / Earth

So! What does this mean? Well, we’re looking at several prompts surrounding the theme ‘what was’. To help with this very broad theme, we’ve included several starting points: the slightly less-broad ‘pre-canon’, and then three specific prompts branching from that.

Well, what could I create from this? I could make a work (fic, art, audio cut, etc. The medium is your choice!) focusing on the fall of Earth, I could make something about Trexel and Bathin’s relationship at school! More widely (focusing on the ‘pre-canon’ prompt), I could create a work looking at Hartro’s fight to become Line Manager. Zooming even further out, I could even examine the nature of impermanence and capitalism when looked at through the lens of Stellar Firma using a 5k essay.

Or I could doodle some clones.

It’s up to you!

There isn’t even a requirement to make this work during Week 1! You could wait until the anniversary itself to post this work, or create Week 5 works in Week 2. If it’s in some way related to Stellar Firma and these prompts, it’s great.

WHAT ARE THE PROMPTS?

WEEK 1: WHAT WAS (25/4/22)

Pre-Canon — Clones / Home and Schooldays / Earth

WEEK 2: WHAT'S GIVEN (2/5/22)

Season 1 — Allies and Enemies / Planet Design / Stellar Firma Inc.

WEEK 3: WHAT'S TAKEN (9/5/22)

Season 2 — Clients and Complainers / Sales and Expediting / The Vents

WEEK 4: WHAT'S WANTED (16/5/22)

Season 3 — Resistance and the Board / Management Consultation / David's Place

WEEK 5: WHAT'S CHOSEN (23/5/22)

Post-Canon — Humanity / The Escape Pod / Galactonium

HOW DOES POSTING WORK?

There is an AO3 collection! If you upload your work(s) to AO3, you can add it to the collection and one of our delightful mods will approve the work to be included. Please include the tag SFAPM22 in your AO3 tags!

We have an official Tumblr! Surprise, you’re looking at it! If you tag your work with SFAPM22 and/or give @stellarfirmafanevents a mention when posting to Tumblr, we’ll reblog it to the Stellar Firma Fan Events account.

At the end of the challenge (allowing a few days for late entries), we’ll be posting a link to the AO3 collection on Twitter, and tagging the official Rusty Quill account so that they know exactly how much this podcast means to us. If you don’t want your works to be seen by the cast and crew of Rusty Quill, please tag it with ‘Do Not Archive’, and they will know to avoid them.

WHAT’S THE POLICY ON NSFW/NSFA?

Given this is an open event without signing up, where people are free to interpret the provided prompts as they see fit, NSFW and NSFA content is allowed and welcome.

The mods do not have the capacity, nor the desire, to check everyone's age, but we ask all participants below the age of 18 to only create SFW works (and stick to AO3's Terms of Use regarding consumption) and urge all participants above the age of 18 to ensure their works are reasonably marked as such: tag all posts appropriately on all platforms, rate them as E (Explicit) on AO3, and share links to your works only in the NSFW and NSFA categories of the event’s Discord server. If we discover that a NSFW or NSFA contribution was created by a minor, we will be removing it from the official AO3 collection. Repeated concerns can lead to the individual minor being excluded from the official server, and potentially from future events.

WHAT’S THE POLICY ON FANDOM PURITY/WANK?

In the words of Rusty Quill itself, ‘all headcanons are valid’. You can create whatever ship, smut, etc you want, so long as all NSFW and NSFA content is kept to adults. Fandom wank has no place in this event — or any organised by this team of mods — and while we will not be performing background checks, any harassment and/or bullying of participants will not be tolerated.

We will give you as many warnings as we believe necessary, but should this kind of behaviour continue after such warnings (amount depending on severity of behaviour), you will be excluded from the mod team’s events for the next two years (including this one). Obviously, we can’t stop you from creating and posting works inspired by the public prompts list, but we will not include your works in the official AO3 collection, exclude you from the Discord server, and not reblog your works to this Tumblr blog.

If you wish to understand why you have been excluded from the event, or why you have been given a warning, we will be happy to discuss it with you, but please note that harassment of mods is likewise untolerated.

IS THERE A DISCORD?

We have an official Discord server! That’s right! It is not currently open, but we’ll be publishing the link a few weeks before prompts start. Primarily, this server should be a place for brainstorming your ideas for this event, as well as cheerleading others on.

Don’t worry! You do not have to be participating in this event as a creator or in any other capacity than as a consumer to be on the server. Therefore, if you originally join with the intentions of creating something, and then realise you have no inspiration… that’s absolutely fine! You could beta another participant’s work, you could even just hype others up from the sidelines. So long as you’re nice, you’re allowed to be there. Participation in this event is as much about celebrating and bringing together fans, as it is about celebrating the end of our podcast.

Here’s to what’s next, and to all the lucky bastards with the coordinates to Galactonium…

Graphic by @ulyssesthescribe. Please click for higher quality!

[ID: A prompts list containing the same prompts detailed in this post, written in a sci fi font, with ‘WHAT WAS’, ‘WHAT’S GIVEN’, ‘WHAT’S TAKEN’, ‘WHAT’S WANTED’ and ‘WHAT’S CHOSEN’ in neon colours. There is a heading reading ‘SFAPM 2022′ in the same font. In the top left corner is part of the Stellar Firma logo, stylised to have a chromatic aberration effect].

#SFAPM22 #stellar firma #stellar firma fan events #stellar firma anniversary prompt month #david 7 #trexel geistman #hartro piltz #stellar firma finale #bathin #sf imogen #rusty quill #rq #the meredith brothers #tim meredith #ben meredith #prompt list #fan event #prompt event

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hoarder-of-stories-27 · 2 years

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Sex-favorable acespecs, you’re great. I’m glad you exist.

Kinky acespecs, you’re wonderful! I hope you’re having a good day.

Your relationship with sex and desire is your own. You shouldn’t have to explain it to anyone. If you use an acespec label, you have a place in the acespec and queer communities, and I’m honored to share them with you.

#positivity #acespec positivity #ace positivity #asexual positivity #asexual #asexuality #sex favorable #demisexual #demisexuality #gray ace #gray asexual #grey ace #grey asexual #asexual community #encouragement #my posts #/nsfa mention #/kink mention #-responsible

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hoarder-of-danmei · 2 years

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Xie Lian has a whole book of these and gives them to Hua Cheng constantly. Hua Cheng loves it.

[id: a page of colorful star-shaped stickers with words and phrases like "Wow" and "Nice" and "Good Job" on them, with the caption "when he has a praise kink" /end id]

#tgcf #hualian #hua cheng #xie lian #/praise kink #/kink #/nsfa mention #my posts #described #my captions

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proficgen · 3 months

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Yeah uh

anyway

cw kinda nsfa/w

#art of my own #shipcest #proship #homestuck #stridercest #brodave #or #dirkdave #idk pick your favorite #this was made w brodave in mind tho #proshipper safe #proshippers please interact #proshippers are valid #comship #anti anti #anti anti please interact #nsfa #nsfa mention

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bladerbunny · 2 years

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NSFW alphabets- Kai and Ray please <3

Here is Kai's Alphabet!

and Here is Rays!

For a note for those who can't find it because of tumblrs tag banning of things labelled ""NSFW" I have been tagging my 18+ content as ns/fw and nsfa! A good time to mention that as well!

#asks!

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zah-theart · 2 years

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Sealed: a lesbian's journey to self-love II

On the first week of December 2015, I nervously packed a suitcase, travelled with my dad from Rustenburg to Joburg Park Station to board a bus to Cape Town. My uncle had strongly advised me not to arrive on this date and rather choose January as my month of arrival but I had an urgency to leave home; I felt a brewing conflict between my family members and there was a prophecy that I would be raped by a guy whose name is included in a list of my exes. I was anxious to leave the house and I was also anxious to stay at home because the conflicts had started to seep into our daily routines. I couldn’t delay my escape so I got on that bus knowing that I would get some wrath from my uncle but I would be at my desired destination, I would withstand his scolding. Before I left, I witnessed my dad’s attempt at cheating, he was cozy with a woman he shared some history with, I was a seat behind them at Park Station while I was waiting for the Intercape bus which was delayed for two to three hours. I saw him getting slick and smooth before my eyes, I didn’t want to explain it out loud so I kept my attention towards observing, just observing every action they take. The following day when mom called to check on how my trip went, she mentioned that dad didn’t return home and I had told her whom we were with.

When I arrived in Cape Town, I was greeted by Nthati and Nkabi, my twin cousins. We were happy to see each other, we usually met during December holidays at my grandma’s but these holidays are strange; I came alone unlike the usual trip with my siblings and our other cousin, and more importantly, I came at a time when my uncle said I shouldn’t arrive at. We took a train ride from Cape Town station to Wynberg station, my pulse increased the closer we got to our destination. My uncle didn’t seem as angry as I had expected him to be, I envisioned him turning me away but instead he sat me down and asked me why I was in such a hurry to be away from home and I spilled all of the fears I was carrying. He told me that I could stay but my cousins were scheduled to travel to Eastern Cape for two weeks so that meant that I would spend those two weeks alone in Cape Town. I was slightly nervous but I was where I wanted to be, I did not enjoy my trip but I made it to my destination. It was time to start operation finding wings and flying.

On the first week of my stay, I discovered that my uncle and aunt’s marriage was in turmoil; they were having physical fights and the kids were the ones to stop the fights, there was an instance where I had to stop their fight; I was paralyzed in fear, I had never experienced elders fighting. I was used to breaking up fights between my sister and her boyfriend but not my uncle and aunt. Being in that situation made me feel like an intruder, had I not been there at that time frame maybe I would not have seen the fight and I was revealing a part of my relatives’ lives that my family didn’t know. A part of me whispered that I should go back home but the thought immediately vanished because we had a mission to accomplish. The university gates opened and I stood in line to apply for NSFAS, on the application you have to proof without reasonable doubt that you are poor; you submit ID copies of all your immediate family members, bank statements of those that are working if there are none, then include affidavits of those that are unemployed and proof of a government social grant for those that receive it. The lines were extremely long, one had to make sure that they get to campus at 7am so that you’ll be closer to the admin office by 9 or 10am. I got on-campus residency and it was double room, my roommate was a coloured girl who was shorter than me, it felt good to be the tallest one in the room for once.

I had a plan for finding friends; my strategy was to approach someone who’s alone and looks approachable. I made a friend in my res and a few from my classes. I joined a mentoring program and started as a mentee, my mentor was a law student in her final year. She was a calm and easy going person who was gentle and motivating, I enjoyed the fact that there was someone to walk me through my first year, it was comforting to have her as a mentor. I also enrolled in therapy, I had become aware of my sadness and I knew I had to find help for my fears and the desire I carried of wanting to die. I had all 6 sessions and I wished there were more, I wanted to address so many things that I could not name, each session lasted an hour and I felt like I still had so much to say. I was thankful for the time and the experience of talking away my pain, I was learning to allow myself to cry to fully express myself without any judgements. I met my best friend during the second semester, she was the bubbliest person I had ever met, she was slightly shorter than me but she believed we were the same height, our conversations were endless, and we would have intense workouts then reward ourselves with hotchips. It was victory for us to ingest oil after working out.

I studied Language and Communications, English, French, Psychology and Philosophy. I dropped psychology on my second year as we had to study three subjects instead of four and I swapped English for Philosophy on my last year. I did enjoy psychology but studying it till masters didn’t sound appealing, French was a thrilling class for two of the three years, I related it to Afrikaans which I studied in high school and my tongue easily adapted to the d’accord et s’il vous plait. Language and Communications was the highly favoured of all my subjects; it expanded my viewpoint of life, we learned about how language governs us and how language is used to shape people’s perspectives. It was in the third year where we learned about the standardization of a language, the colonial influence that was spilled into all our languages; it was whites that chose which tongue deserved to be labelled a language, how the bible was the first book to be translated into our African languages, people lost their lives while churches and schools were built. Missionaries spread the word of god while killing our African traditions and naming them witchcraft. French on the third year, taught us about the King Louis’ and their empire that destroyed nations, we spent an entire semester recording every path and country they had set on fire, we had to recite their trail of power and rewrite it to uphold their golden status of theft and murder in the name of conquering the world.

It was in my third year that my world crumbled, the sadness I had felt in my first year was silently growing and it mounted into a rock at the centre of my chest. I felt like I was carrying a heavy rock and I did not understand how to handle it; I joined boxing in hopes of working the heaviness out, I thought that it was a result of my mind being clogged with the stresses from home. The fights were becoming more intense; I would visit home for June and December holidays and I found my family knocking each other out with their words, my mother was a boiling pot you wouldn’t want to touch nor get close to. Her tough love was full of punishment, anger and bitterness; a bitterness for not being who she wanted to be, for not reaching the places she dreamt to be in, she would lament over the lost years of doing the things she loved, she wanted so many things but she got us instead. I was challenged to pick sides between my parents and my sisters, my sisters against each other, my little brother and my sister- it was a brewing match that I had no strength to watch. I couldn’t choose sides because they are all my family, they are important to me and I wished that they could accept each other. Cape town was the breathing place for my soul, it opened my lungs to receive air, it eased my mind from the chaos that was unfolding at home and I was finding myself. I had gravitated towards beings that welcomed me, I had reclaimed my queerness with pride and I was blending into the person I had dreamt to be. I was reintroduced to art through poetry, drama, drawing and I met myself through painting. I spent most of my childhood and teens believing that I was terrible at drawing, I did some graffiti when I was in high school but I couldn’t venture beyond that, I didn’t trust in myself to draw or paint.

The first time I painted, I was with Lerato; she was my biggest crush and I had learned from our conversations that she used to paint but she had stopped for a reason that she couldn’t understand nor didn’t have the words to express. I went to the campus bookshop the following day and I bought some watercolour paints, brushes and A3 papers. We usually skipped our classes and only attended tutorials so we went to my single room to paint and listen to music. We weren’t impressed with our first pieces but I felt drawn towards those paint brushes, I met my soul through those strokes and I was listened to. I translated my pain into a painting, I had spent weeks of trying to understand what it was that I was feeling and on one evening, I took a pencil and sketched a frame of a body on fire, this fire is contained within this person’s body and this person is crying tears of fire. It was my first heaviest piece, each time I got close to it I would feel overwhelmingly sad and I would cry the pain out. It was an opening I didn’t realize I needed, I had concealed so much of myself from a young age and the pain that I tried to avoid was suffocating me. I was lost in people’s actions and I was trying to do what everyone else was doing. I wanted to belong, I was seeking a foundation because I felt like a stray, I ran without understanding what I was running for or towards. The spiritual food we had received told us that life is a race and I was running in unclear directions, there was an image that was being molded out of me, an image that didn’t resemble me. I had to shred myself, to constantly choose which part of me to include and which to leave because I cannot be black in a white world, unless I become the black they want me to be.

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