#FULL FANDOM MELTDOWN

[revenantghost]

*lies down flat on the floor* Why does my writing have to be niche and stupid and impossible for anyone to want to read. Why can’t I write like a normal goddamn human being. I just want to make friends and have fun and write and have it be readable and have people enjoy it ):

#Brb having a full-on meltdown in the corner #Going to go into fandom tags to drown my sorrows #Yadda yadda #So much for being gung-ho to post my narrative poetry fic tomorrow RIP

[notemily]

how do you feel about the bumble situation now that we know the account is real? i know you were a dnf truther so i'm just curious how others are coping <3

ok first of all, we know nothing. we know the photo is a real photo that he took and recently put on snapchat. we don't know if the account is something he set up as a joke or for a video or if he was legit looking for dates on bumble in Europe, which seems both (a) extremely unwise from a security standpoint (and goes against what he was just saying about keeping his relationships private), and (b) unlikely, as bumble is more for actual dating and not hookups and he was in Europe for all of five minutes. like until he says something, I'm not going to take it as "this is an actual thing he was doing" because there's so much we don't know.

secondly, I was never an actual truther, I have said before that I try to hold multiple possibilities in my head at once because we just don't know. I thought it was pretty likely they're together, but like, there has always been a huge amount of their lives that we don't see. I love learning more about them and recontextualizing everything, but I don't think this is like, some nail in the coffin to dnf, because dnf has always been a fantasy. RPF ships are fantasies. even if they're about two people who have explicitly said that they're together, they're fantasies, because we can't possibly know how those people act when we can't see them. and we have to keep that in mind or we'll lose perspective.

thirdly, dnf is real and has always been real, in the sense that GeorgeNotFound will always have decided to move across the ocean for his best friend whose face he had never seen, and DreamWasTaken built his friends a house where they could all live and waited for George before he started fully living his life. that's a true story, and whether they ever were or are or will be romantically involved or not doesn't change that. that story is what sucked me in to the ship and the fandom in the first place. if it's a story about friendship, it's still one of the best ones I've ever heard, and as an ace person I have to represent for platonic relationships being potentially just as deep and important as romantic/sexual ones.

but again, there's so much we don't know. we're not entitled to know everything about their personal lives and we never have been. I love a good piece of gossip as much as anyone, but whether or not Dream is looking for dates is fundamentally None Of My Business.

so I think we should stop assuming we know anything about what this means, and we should also get some perspective on what we think we know, or think we are entitled to know, about their lives.

#who knows maybe dream deliberately made this account to throw people off the scent of dnf #or maybe he's trolling all of us #maybe he's watching the fandom have a meltdown and laughing about it #we'll probably never know #unless his next music video comes out and it's about a guy trying to find love on dating apps? #dating apps are the worst btw #i was on them for like ten years and then one day i just snapped and was like nope no more #actually the full story is longer and involves that one horrible website with the fruit/bird name #but this isn't about me #dnf #the bumble situation

[magioftheseas]

All you have to do is see the fandom to get how Atlus fucked up with writing Akechi's abuse, it's the punchline of a joke here. People might say fandoms only like good abuse victims, but it's only good abuse victims who don't have their reactions made into a joke, and the bad ones are the ones where it's fair game to joke about it. That might be why some of us don't like seeing them in fiction.

...???

What are you talking about???

#Akechi's explosive meltdown in p5 was not played for laughs in the slightest #I usually see the fandom TAKING his abuse seriously when actually engaging with his character #Sure you have the fucking antis but they're full of shit #And they say shit that is just objectively and obviously wrong #so it's not something you should bother engaging with #But man I do not have any idea what you're referring to #Magi answers #anonymous #fandom critical #negativity #from the anon #just to be safe IG #child abuse

[ao3topshipsbracket]

prompted by nothing in particular, things I learned that I'd pass down as advice to anyone intending to do a large multifandom bracket tournament:

Imagine your bracket inspiring wild enough discourse that someone makes a Hall of the Mountain King edit. No, really, imagine it. Imagine that going down in your activity feed. Imagine being known across the site for that. Does this prospect fill you, on some level, with delight? If not, you may not be cut out for a large multifandom bracket tournament.

Do not try to do a large multifandom bracket alone. You need a team, and the bigger your audience gets the more of a team you need. You especially need a team if you're potentially working with a bunch of things you've never heard of. For a smaller bracket with an activity feed that's more reasonable to keep track of, you don't necessarily need multiple blog admins, but you at the very least need a groupchat so you aren't making all the decisions alone.

Your guys might lose. In fact, your guys will probably lose, since there can only be one winner. The sooner you accept this the better for all involved.

You are the mod. It is your job to be impartial, no matter what. You can hate and rage against one of your options in private. In public? The things you hate are valid contenders exactly like every other. If you really can't bring yourself to be at the very least neutral about something in public, just don't include it.

This also means that you have to be evenhanded. You can reveal your personal biases once finals are set in stone but if you're perceived as making policies that favor your guys that shit gets ugly and it gets ugly fast. Remember: everyone can see the vote percentages perfectly well on the post! The winner of the vote gets highlighted! People can see these things!

Keep anon off. If it looks like it's going to get at all heated, turn blog comments off and keep them off. Don't publish any type of ask you aren't okay with getting more of.

DO NOT RESPOND TO THE TAGS. You can respond to asks, if you really want to, and you've thought through the consequences, but do not respond to the tags. This is the other reason that you need a groupchat, ideally a groupchat full of likeminded individuals who have good takes and are fairly levelheaded: bringing bad or annoying or even just funny takes to the groupchat will give you the strength to not respond to the tags, the serenity to not respond to the tags, and the wisdom to not respond to the tags.

You cannot prevent voter fraud. You can accept voter fraud, or you can have a meltdown about voter fraud. In a small bracket (votes in the triple digits) you can ask people nicely not to fraud, and this will probably even work if you're not in mcyt fandom, but once you get to the tens of thousands it does not work at all. Even if nobody actually frauds, it's easy to accuse the other side of fraud and difficult to prove innocence; people can and will abuse this. Accepting fraud is literally always going to be less stress for you and I highly recommend it. Also, it's funny.

Try to establish policies before things come up, rather than reacting in the heat of the moment. Once you have made a policy, stick to it. Relatedly, when you are making policies, ask yourself very seriously if they're policies you're willing to stick to.

Things you will likely need policies on: Do you publish propaganda? Do you reblog propaganda? What is the line for being an asshole beyond which you block? What do you do in case of a tie?

"There can't be that many fans of [whatever]" is always wrong. There can always be that many fans of whatever.

#not a poll

[banggyu0308]

genre: internet strangers to lovers, idol au, smut

warnings: nsfw under the cut, not very coherent, slutty yeonjun, dom!yeonjun, sexting, choking kink, pet names (baby), praise, drinking (they don't get THAT drunk, alright guys?), one night stand-ish, degradation, unprotected sex, breeding kink, handholding, cursing, dacryphilia, yeonjun lurks on social media TT, reader is bold ASF, not proofread

wc: 2.5k+

an: tysm for the username help @itgirlgyu TT + this is just for the delulus + @beomsl MEL YOU REMEMBER WHEN WE TALKED ABT PART OF THIS???? + i might title this later but who knows!!

taglist: @full-sunnies , @agustdiv1ne

yeonjun who likes to wear his tank tops to show off, loves heading onto moa twitter and tumblr after lives just to see the fandom having a meltdown... especially hard stan social media, watching all the comments and photos of himself show up. he likes being in control like this, having the power to make everyone else go crazy just by wearing something else that day.

he scrolls and scrolls and one specific post pops up, it's community labeled and when he clicks 'keep reading', he can see why; pretty tits on display from the original poster, comments in the tags all about how she's all his, and he's not very surprised to feel himself growing hard in his pants. yeonjun eyes the username, ready to click the blue-fonted 'follow' button, but it's already gone, and his eyes widen to see that it's an account he's been following and interacting with for a while. that fact only makes it better, and he's clicking to his chat with you before he can even think it through what he's about to do.

yawnchoi you look really pretty in that new post...

yn what can i say? yeonjun brings out a special part of me 😭

yawnchoi im very sure he feels the exact same

yn in my dreams 😭 don't fuel my deluluness

yawnchoi i'm being very serious right now

yn mhm mhm sureeee and how would YOU know? 😑

yawnchoi ajksdbwsjdhbw maybe this wasn't a good idea

yn WHAT wasn't a good idea, hm? 🤨

yawnchoi baby all i'm trying to do is figure out how to word that i'm yeonjun 😭

yn i do not believe you for one moment

yawnchoi i'll send a pic that i would never, ever post and you can even reverse image search it or whatever or i could send a video, im not messing around baby

yn go ahead then ;-;

yawnchoi [sent a photo]

yn alright so yeonjun would definitely never post a photo of him in his boxers in bed so imma need that video 🙏

yawnchoi [sent a video]

yn oh. oh holy shit choi yeonjun has seen my tits- NOT ONLY HAS HE SEEN MY TITS HE LIKES THEM- one sec imma need to process haha im totally not hyperventilating haha

yn alright im back hi haha

yawnchoi helloooo 👋

yn wow. alright. so. uh. how do i ask this- you wanna see more tit pics?

yawnchoi THAT WAS SO BOLD HELP ME- but yes pleaseeee

yn [sent a photo]

yawnchoi oh baby- holy shit you're so pretty 🥺

yn thanks jjunie kwsnbdwjkd im still like- going crazy rn yawnchoi thats cute baby :((

yn wjhbswhjdhj so- since you've seen my tits i wanna see you again :(( preferably your dick but haha

yawnchoi yeah? pretty baby wants to see my dick?

yn kjwbshwjdbhe yes please?

yawnchoi asking so nicely... alright baby~ [sent a photo]

yn oh 😳 oh fuck alright sjbdsewjh wanna touch :((

yawnchoi me or yourself, baby?

yn well, both, but only one can happen, right? so me-

yawnchoi go ahead, can i see? yn alright 😳 [sent a video]

yawnchoi baby's so pretty :(( wanna see you cum for me <3

yn [sent a video] would be better if you were here :( want you to touch me so bad wjbwjhdbe

yawnchoi can fly you into korea if you want...

yn YOU'RE KISSING *KIDDING

yawnchoi i'm notttttttt dekjbdekj pretty cunt's got me all horny :((

yn i don't even care if it's a one night stand choi fucking yeonjun's gonna fly me out to korea to fuck me heck yeah

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and he does. books a flight last minute for the next day, from your country to seoul, puts on a pair of sunglasses and his least conspicuous outfit, and drives to the airport. he isn't THAT nervous- it's not like he thinks you're gonna murder him.

and when you walk out of the airport building with nothing but a backpack with you, looking around and waving slightly when you see him, his heart quickens just a little. (and NOT just because he's seen you naked).

you decide to sit in the back of his car for no reason other than you want to, and maybe a little bit because you can't exactly handle looking at him straight on quite yet.

to your surprise, there's no awkward small talk, just him getting straight to the point and saying all the members are out of the dorm currently, but, ever the gentleman, he says since you flew a long way, you can sleep a little bit first and he won't bother you.

your whole body is on alert and you find yourself thinking that there's no way you'd be able to sleep now. it's one thing to sext someone knowing they're an idol- another to actually be in the car with them, on your way to where they live, and knowing you're going to actually fuck them.

yeonjun politely takes your bag when you get out of the car, and when his fingers wrap around the strap, his hand brushes yours slightly. you internally feel like you might faint- you hadn't actually prepared yourself for this, and now he was touching you and he feels real and you knew he was real but now it just feels extra.

holding your bag, he opens the door to the dorm, leading you in before following, taking you into his room and placing your bag down on the floor next to his bed. every single action that takes him closer to you makes your face grow hot, the bed dipping slightly under your weight when you sit down. the sheets are soft, but your mind barely registers it, focusing instead on the fact that you are in yeonjun's bed.

he opens his mouth to say something, and you panic, cutting him off quickly with a wry grin and a statement. "i might need some alcohol in my system before we do anything else."

yeonjun raises his eyebrows in the slightest, a little surprised, but he also gets it. he's pretty sure both his body and his mind want you way too much right now, but he's so nervous he might not do anything. his hands are twisted in his lap and he quickly realizes and sits on them instead before standing.

he leads you to the kitchen, getting himself a can of beer and letting you pour yourself a couple shots of vodka. you know your limits- it's just enough for you to get a little tipsy and stop overthinking everything.

knocking one back, you enjoy the burn in your throat before taking the second. the slight buzz under your skin makes you smile slightly, leaning against the counter while he takes long sips of his own drink. it's obvious he wants this to pick up, so you busy yourself messing with his shirt just a little while he drinks. you slip your fingers under his sleeve, mindlessly rubbing your fingertips back and forth over his skin. you can tell he remembered your comments the previous day about his arms, basing his outfit around that.

he has another tank top on today, arms flexing when he brings the can to his lips to take another sip, and you move your hands a little farther down to rest on his chest. this time, when he lowers the can, his lips are a little wet from the drink and you can't help but press a messy kiss to them, licking the liquid off. yeonjun lets out a slight hiss when your tongues meet, left hand reaching behind him to place the can on the counter.

the alcohol must really be working already because you're both stumbling to his room, messily tugging each other's clothes off, and yeonjun leaves a line of wet hickeys up your neck. each and every touch of his skin on yours makes you feel fire burn a trail across your body, but it's in a way that makes you almost absolutely sure that it's not just because he's one of your celebrity crushes, or because you're a little drunk.

yeonjun's movements are so rushed that in seconds he's on top of you, his own shirt off, pants quick to follow once you tug at them. your hands find way to his newly-lightened hair when his lips and tongue meet yours again, a different kind of intoxication weaving itself up and over each of your limbs, the kind of intoxication that makes you want to live and breathe this man.

"want you," he whispers, cheeks pink from the alcohol, his eyes slightly glazed when he looks into yours, and the way he says it makes your cheeks grow hot again.

"go ahead then, 'm all yours," you exhale in response, trying to ignore the way your heart twinges at your own words. this is just a one time thing, you have to remind yourself.

but yeonjun's eyes light up and he presses another kiss to your lower lip, one hand moving between your legs to part them. his eyes lower to your cunt, and you can feel the way your underwear are sticking to your pussy. you'd chosen to wear white underwear today and you're pretty sure they're see-through by now, drenched completely from all the feelings yeonjun's touch is sending through you.

"all mine?" yeonjun mumbles, eyes wide. and when you nod, he smirks slightly. "love your cunt so much, i might just take you right now." your own eyes widen and yeonjun can feel your breath hitch. "but you'd like that, wouldn't you? pretty slut would love her jjunie taking her raw, would love to have me cum inside..."

you suck in a breath through your teeth at his words, nodding quickly, spread out on the bed beneath him. your mouth tastes like alcohol and yeonjun, and your brain tries to forget how he so flippantly called himself your jjunie.

"jjun, just, just fuck me, please?" you whimper out when he rubs a fingertip over your clothed cunt.

"baby asked so nicely, might as well give her what she wants," he coos, tugging off his boxers only once he slides your underwear down your legs. "promise you'll let me taste you next time?"

you nod, too distracted by the fact that he's already planning a 'next time' in his head to realize that he wants to eat you out, but by the time you understand, he has the tip of his cock pressed to your entrance, other hand holding yours as he slowly pushes in. the gesture feels sweet, romantic even, and you let your eyes fall shut when he pauses his movements.

yeonjun's body is pressed flush to yours in a way that allows him to brush his fingers over your neck, skin smooth against you. his hand wraps loosely around your neck and his breath is hot on your cheek when he whispers, "is this okay?"

you nod once more, only because the combination of the alcohol and his body on you is making your brain so fuzzy you can't think clear enough to speak. yeonjun hums lightly and experiments with his grip, making you gasp a little when he also hits your g-spot. he lets out a hiss when your already-tight walls tighten further around him.

he'd had a feeling that you'd feel like heaven around him, just because of the fact you had stated you were only able to fit two fingers inside yourself, but he had obviously underestimated all the sensations that were going to overwhelm him like they are now. every movement of his hips towards yours makes him fight to control the tremble of his body. your hand is linked with the one he doesn't have around your neck and every time he buries himself completely inside you, your hand tightens just a little around his.

he's losing himself just a little, hand still laced with yours, pace quickening until jolty, broken, high pitched moans are the only sound leaving you. yeonjun can't help but smirk at that, hoisting one leg over his shoulder. "fucking pussy is so perfect, almost like it's made for me, taking me so well... might just keep you here, my personal little cumslut, could bring you on tour with us, fuck you every night in the hotel room, how'd you like that, hm?"

his rhythm is so brutal you're choking on your words by now, broken sobs slipping through your parted lips, tears filling your waterline and then slipping down your cheeks, mixing with the slight mascara you'd put on this morning and making your face a mess. yeonjun likes it too, the way he's so easily able to get you like this, just a few words from his lips and you're crying.

he can't help but tell you this with a mocking pout on his lips that turns into yet another smirk, chuckling when all you can do is whimper incoherently. yeonjun kisses you gentle enough to make up for his harsh words though, he's only trying to make you feel good, and he knows you like it when he talks down to you.

one hand still around your neck, the other moves from your hand to your waist, and he's only fucking into you harder when you whine out that you're close. his lips catch yours again when you gasp out his name, gummy walls fluttering around his dick as your whole body shakes from the force of your orgasm, yeonjun's fingertip rubbing at your clit making you convulse under him.

yeonjun bites back a little moan and lowers his lips to your ear again. "can i cum in you, baby? let me make you mine?"

you can't tell if he's just saying it in the heat of the moment, but you nod, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside you.

he bites his lip slightly, only losing control completely when you lick up the side of his neck and bite a splotchy hickey onto his neck. his warm cum fills you as he mumbles out a string of curses mixed with your name against your neck.

yeonjun practically collapses on you once he pulls out but lets himself take a second to marvel at how pretty you look right now, mascara leaking down your cheeks and neck, his cum and yours leaking from your swollen, abused cunt.

you let him wrap his arms around your form, cheek against his chest, both your bodies hot and sweaty, his bangs plastered to his forehead. there's a question on the tip of your tongue but he answers it for you, mumbling in your ear, "will you stay? for longer than just today?" yeonjun pauses slightly, then continues. "i'm not sure if i want you to be just one time. i know that this part of our relationship is new but we've been talking for so long and yeah, i don't want you to go back home and for this never to happen again."

you purse your lips, alcohol fogging up your brain and making you a little too sleepy to respond. "we'll talk tomorrow, hm? it's late and i had a long flight and i'm tired, jjunie..."

he nods slightly, running a hand through his hair, and presses a kiss to your forehead. "goodnight, yn."

"night night, yeonjun," you exhale.

you're almost half asleep when you hear him whisper, "the others'll be home soon, if they see us like this, i'm blaming you..."

#ada speaks :) #adas hard hours #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt smut #yeonjun smut #yeonjun hard thoughts #yeonjun hard hours #yeonjun fic #txt fic #txt x reader #yeonjun x reader #this yeonjun reminds me of yeonjun in one of my fics and i LOVE it #may add this to the list of things to write part 2's too #not my fav endings but i had to #its IMPORTANT

[thickania]

I'm going to try to be as nice as I can. If you are having full on meltdowns and panic attacks because Chris Evans got married, please seek out for a psychiatrist. And if you consume so much media, if your life revolves around a celebrity to that extent, turn off the computer, lay off the fanfic, stop consuming media with them, stop consuming fanfiction. Just stop it.

Chris didn't sell you any fake image, the fans who were here before marvel, we knew about his frat guy personality, he openly talked about what part of a woman's body he found it attractive, he openly talked about how he's always thinking inappropriate jokes, y'all made a imaginary version of him, and then got upset when he didn't fit that image. People are not a piece of paper, they are multifaced, he can easily be a party frag guy and a family guy. It's not an impossible thing,

I'm not trying to be mean, I'm genuinely worried for some of y'all. I'm going to tag this with every male celebrity with a heavy female audience and fanatics that I can think of, because it's becoming ridiculous and scary.

I was here in the 2010s, when fandom was at one of its peaks, I saw girls leaking each other's address because of fandom wars, I had my number leaked, just because I made fun of One Direction at the time, I saw girls stepping over each other at events just to get a peak of their favorite singer or actor, y'all are acting just the same, but this time is way worse, because a lot of you are full grown ass adults. I saw people threatening to hurt themselves because of this marriage. I heard that Pedro Pascal was stalked a few weeks ago, people are having public meltdowns because of Timothée Chalamet, there's still people stalking Henry's girlfriend. There are still people dissecting every single move that Zawe does. Seek professional help. Stop consuming fanfiction, don't just decrease the quantity, stop consuming it for at least 3 months.

I don't know when y'all will understand they are actors, singers, models, they are here to sell a product so we can consume their product. We can enjoy a little harmless fun sometimes, we can imagine what it would be like to be next to them, or date them, be their friend, we can imagine that, but there's a point where you have to back up, rethink your life choices and see what's missing in your life. Please seek help, immediately

#Chris Evans #pedro pascal #sebastian stan #Henry Cavill #timothée chalamet #harry styles #Tom Hiddleston #Alba... girl good luck and I'm so sorry #yall need help #and yall need jesus #get help #immediately #also stop infantalizing women #shes 26 #shes not a baby

[nikethestatue]

For a fandom that constantly whines and complains about how '3 brothers and 3 sisters is SOOOOOO PREDICTABLE!' (which it isn't and not one complainer would be able produce an example of another 3 x3 situation, if asked) but the very same people come up with the most unbearably boring storylines for the existing ACOTAR characters.

They are reading SJM, and whatever you say about her, but the gal has a wild imagination and writes incredibly convoluted plots with dozens of characters and yet the plots they come up with?

House of Wind Gang!! Azriel and Gwyn will be......................(wait for it!)........TRAINING!!!

Whoa. Be still my beating heart because that's exactly what I want to read for ANOTHER 800 pages, because ACOSF wasn't enough and we need another 800 pages of training. Oh, and bantering!

That's the fucking storyline that they came up. Gwynriel will be training. And then apparently they will be 'healing' together and going through therapy or something. Not sure. We didn't get past the training bit.

The other thing they came up with is .................(wait for it!).........Elain accepts the bond!!!

Totally groundbreaking stuff. A mated couple accepts the bond. Nevermind that they can barely stand each other. And, then you say, tell me more about this story, Nike?!?! What happens after that? After the bond is accepted? Excellent question! I don't know. We never got that far. Apparently Elain gardens and everyone is wearing togas.

And yet people who come up with these astonishing and complex storylines have the audacity to say that Elain is boring? Elain The Seer Archeron The One With the Weird Bond The One Loved By the Cauldron The One With Full Powers The One Adored By the Shadowsinger The Sister to Feyre Cursebreaker The Sister to Lady Death Elain the Kingslayer The One Who Can Wield Truth Teller--that Elain is is boring? Her story you don't want to read? You go into meltdowns on every platform because Elain's story is 'boring' and unoriginal?

You for real?

Rant sort of over, but not really.

#elriel #elain archeron #pro elain

[o0anapher0o]

I know it's pretty established in fandom that Cardassians love their bureaucracy but I don't think I've seen any fics (including my own) that fully embrace what that looks like. Like rn I need a fic of Julian having a full on meltdown:

"What do you mean I can only send an application after the validation process has been completed? How do I know it has been? How many weeks are several? Why do they need my grandmother's birth certificate on my mother's side and what even is the difference between a certified copy and a regular one? Certified by whom? I just wanted a library card."

#me projecting my own problems on fictional characters? never. #fr though we write cardassian paperwork very handwavey #ds9 #julian bashir #cardassians #bureaucracy #seriously how many weeks is several?

[olderthannetfic]

I think my big pet peeve about the Bechdel Test is how it's always a gotcha whenever you say you like a woman in a film. Oh, you liked her? You liked her storyline and character arc and how she lived her life? Well, you're a bad feminist. A good feminist would only like a character who passed the Bechdel Test. You're bad at media consumption and gender equality and you're full of internalized misogyny. No, you're not allowed to like Esmeralda from The Hunchback of Notre Dame, no it doesn't matter that you were a kid when you saw it, it's bad of you to think back on it fondly or like this badass woman who spat in her executioner's face and stood up against injustice in front of an angry mob. You're problematic.

I saw so, so much of this back when I interacted with fandom tumblr. It was absolutely exhausting having everything I liked be deemed anti-feminist all the damn time. I once summed it up to a friend as, "In order for a female character to be good, she has to talk to women. Nothing else she does matters." And that's where a lot of people I know are at with it, applied unironically and with sincerity: did she talk to other women about something other than men? Good. Did she talk to other women about men, for any reason, in any context? Bad.

My least favorite take on this is that a story about the last person alive, a woman, is not sufficiently feminist because, due to a lack of other characters, she doesn't talk to other women.

I'm so tired. If the entire fucking story is centered around a woman, and she is literally the only living character, maybe it's not anti-woman as a piece of media. Maybe the Bechdel Test is not the arbiter of Disgusting Filth or Pure And Good Media.

I hope the people who came up with it don't know how much the internet has twisted it. That'd suck.

--

LOL.

Not only does the cartoonist obviously know, but she has commented that it's embarrassing because it's not original to her.

It's her friend's RL test for seeing movies, and she's even credited in the original strip. AND YET...

Honestly, people who misuse the test this way are devaluing the legacy of a key piece of lesbian media, and they should feel bad about it.

Feel free to tell them so in those words since they're likely the kind who'd have a childish meltdown over that, and it would amuse me.

[tinfairies]

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Dark content including rape, self harm, suicide, murder, domestic violence, drug and alcohol abuse, necrophilia, cannibalism, incest and bodily fluids will be present here.

My only major boundary is scat. It just doesn't interest me.

Bestiality and pedophilia are entirely off the table. Yuck.

I do not consent to my writing or art being translated and/or posted to any other website or being fed to AI.

I go by Tin or Lu, I'm 23 years old.

Filthy American 🦅*eagle noises*

I am bi, enby and more fem presenting. I use any pronouns but use she/her by default since it's just easiest. (what I'm used to)

I represent myself with bears, tigers and orange cats.

About Lu

Lu's tumblr

Lu is similar to an alter ego or imaginary friend if you will. I blame shit on him and project my problems onto him. I use him so I don't have to feel negative emotions. He is my punching bag.

Lu is me and I am Lu and I am in full control of my actions and words.

Lu is represented by black dogs/wolves

I "talk" to him and he "talks" to me

Fun Facts

I have 2 kitties named Mercury and Jasmine and 2 leopard geckos named Mister Man and Dracarys

I do lots of art, I used to write a lot but I haven't had the muse for it lately

Mentally ill but who isn't these days (we live in a society fr)

Kink Stuff

Bisexual, switch. Lots of nasty, icky kinks.

BDSM, pet play, age play, knife play, cnc, dumbification, and piss are some of my top kinks.

A mommy dom, or a ma'am but I like being called daddy and sir too. I love puppy and kitty subs and littles.

I am a kitty sub and a little sometimes.

I like being a brat.

I can be a mean dom or soft dom depending on what my sub wants

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Misc: Creepypasta, Marble Hornets, Homestuck, Boyfriend to Death, The Price of Flesh, The Vampire Chronicles, Lychee Light Club

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My Hunger Games/TBOSAS Masterlist

My One Piece Masterlist

My Hunter x Hunter Masterlist

My Old Masterlist

[proseover-bros]

FOR THE ONES WE LOVE | CH. 1

FANDOM: The Walking Dead

SERIES: For the Ones We Love

STATUS: Ongoing

ERA: Prison

PAIRING: Eventual Daryl Dixon x Female Reader (No Use of “Y/N”)

CHAPTER ONE: Backseat Driver

WORD COUNT: 2k

SUMMARY: Daryl Dixon gets much more than he bargained for when his motorcycle breaks down while out on a run. Miles from the prison, he has no other choice but to hot-wire a car he comes across on the side of the road, only to discover that he wasn’t the first person to get there.

RATING: Mature

WARNINGS: Language, Mention of Attempted Sexual Assault, Symptoms of PTSD

SERIES MASTERLIST

A/N: While I’m not new to writing fanfic, this is my first attempt at Tumblr fanfic, which is somewhat different than what I’m used to. I have a whole backstory dreamed up for this character (she’s a nursing student who escaped from Grady Memorial after it was overtaken by Dawn and Gorman), but I know from what I’ve read of Tumblr fanfic, self-insert fics are preferred. This is my first attempt at that, so any constructive criticism is welcome. Please let me know your thoughts on the story as well. I have several chapters already written, just trying to decide what format to proceed with/if there’s an audience for it.

“Wow, thanks for that.”

At the sound of an unfamiliar voice coming from behind him, Daryl Dixon’s eyes flew to the rearview mirror as you sat up from where you’d been lying in the backseat of the car he’d just hot-wired. The all too familiar noise of a hammer clicking into place sounded as you lifted your arms, aiming a revolver directly at the back of his head.

With the way you trained the gun on him, combined with the intense gaze in your eyes, he knew that you’d shot it before.

Of course you had.

A woman, alone in this world?

There was no way in hell you could’ve survived as long as you had not knowing how to use a gun.

Daryl cut the engine and raised his hands. “This your car?”

You shrugged. “No, but I was here first.”

“I got it runnin’, that makes it more mine than yours.”

“I was getting to that.” You said defensively.

“Bullshit.” Daryl scoffed. “Ya don’t know how to hot-wire a car.”

“How do you know?”

“‘Cause ya ain’t that kinda girl.”

The stranger’s assumption pissed you off, but what pissed you off even more was the fact that he was right. Before he came along, you’d been close to having a full-on meltdown when finding the car just a few minutes earlier, only to discover that the keys were missing from the ignition. There’d been a hell of a lot of abandoned cars that you’d passed during your travels over the past couple of weeks, because apparently even after a goddamn apocalypse, nobody left their keys behind.

And who was he to pass judgement on you? With his Harley Davidson vest, greasy hair and the ability to steal a car in the first place, this guy was lucky you’d given him any warning at all. Although you hadn’t spoken to another human being since escaping the hospital, and were beginning to think you were missing even the most trivial of conversations, you had quickly come to the conclusion that human interaction was entirely overrated.

Especially with this particular human.

“How the hell do you know what kind of girl I am?” You practically growled.

Daryl hesitated, knowing that he ought to tread lightly, yet somehow his mouth decided to run off anyway. “Just do.”

Your eyes widened as you lunged forward to press the barrel of the gun to the back of his skull. “You don’t fucking know me.”

Dumbass, Daryl scolded himself.

What was he thinking, arguing with someone who was pressing a loaded gun to his head? After all this time spent fighting to survive, did he have a death wish all of a sudden?

With his hands still raised, Daryl nodded, his senses finally returning to him. “We can change that. I’m Daryl.”

Suddenly, a memory of your mother warning you not to talk to strangers appeared as the man introduced himself, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. After a few seconds, you lowered your gun and laughed out loud, no longer able to keep it inside.

The entire situation was absurd. You were running on zero sleep, hadn’t eaten anything in days, and hadn’t spoken to another soul since you’d left Atlanta. It was the most inappropriate thing in the world to be laughing in your current situation, and yet you couldn’t stop.

Daryl hesitated. He thought he might be okay at handling a pissed off woman — but a crazy, pissed off woman?

Might as well shoot myself now.

“Ya crazy or somethin’?” Daryl found himself asking.

You laughed harder at his question, leaning against the backseat as your sides started to ache. “Or something.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Ya gotta name or not?”

Once regaining your composure, you peered over the passenger seat and noticed the large crossbow that he’d laid down while working on getting the car started. You also noted the backpack slung over his shoulder with several arrows sticking out through the flap. “Give me your arrows and any other weapons you have. Maybe I’ll tell you then.”

“Don’t wanna know that bad.”

“Hah.” You rolled your eyes, aiming the revolver at his head once more. “Wasn’t asking.”

With an irritated grumble, Daryl shrugged off his bag and handed it over. There was a brief pause while he rummaged around in his pants and pulled out a pistol, extending it to you handle first.

“No knife?” You asked suspiciously. 

He cursed under his breath, but a few seconds later you had a hunting knife to add to your collection as well. Finally satisfied, you met his eyes in the rearview mirror and told him your name.

“You alone?”

“Looks like it.”

The silence between the two of you clung in the air like smoke. Daryl kept his eyes glued to you now that you had all of his weapons, minus his crossbow, which was useless without the bolts. 

He didn’t pride himself on much, but one of the few things that he’d always felt he excelled at was being a good judge of character. The woman in front of him was young, probably mid-twenties, and pretty. In Daryl’s experience, pretty women were absolute bitches, but not necessarily dangerous. Even so, he couldn’t brand you with that particular title just for pulling a gun on him. You were only protecting yourself.

“Mind lowerin’ that thing? I did give ya all my weapons.” Daryl reasoned.

You paused, but reluctantly lowered your gun, your eyes locked on his as you sat it down on your lap.

“How’s that?” You asked.

“Depends, can I turn around without havin’ to worry ‘bout ya blowin’ my head off?”

You stilled at his words but found yourself slowly nodding your head in agreement.

When Daryl turned all the way around to face you, you held your breath. The last time you’d been this close to a man, it was Gorman, and he had tried to assault you.

The world had been a dangerous place for women far longer than it had been for men. Men may have recently had to learn what it was like to fear strangers now that the world had ended, but it had aways been something to fear for women, which made it twice as frightening these days.

As you studied Daryl, you noticed that he had lighter facial hair than that on his head, and pale blue eyes. With his intense gaze and bare biceps, he had a rugged air about him that you had a feeling he’d always possessed. He seemed like the kind of man who didn’t need an apocalypse to know how to fight for his life.

The two of you remained as you were, staring at each other for a tense moment, sizing each other up and down as you both tried to decide whether or not the other was a threat.

“Lay down.” Daryl grunted.

“What?” You blanched, your hand moving towards the revolver once more.

“Down!” He hissed.

Jumping over the partition dividing the front and back sections of the car, Daryl slid to his knees, tucking himself in the floor space behind the passenger seat, his hands clutching you by the elbows as he pulled you down, tugging your body flush against the backseat cushions.

When Daryl grabbed you, your first thought was a vile one, but your grip around the gun relaxed ever so slightly when he landed beneath you rather than on top of you.

“What the fu—” You cried as you both lurched forward, a series of bangs sounding at the rear of the car. Rather than finish your crude sentence, you cut yourself off when Daryl’s hand covered your mouth. Feeling your jaw tense against his palm, he raised a finger to his lips when his eyes met yours, slowly easing his hand away as a horde of walkers appeared from a clearing in the woods by the side of the road.

You both remained that way for what truly could have been hours, the only sound being your heavy breathing and the groans of the horde as they trudged along either side of the car like cattle. When the noise finally died down some time later, Daryl held a hand out to signal for you to wait, then eased up on his haunches ever so slightly, peering out the front windshield to find that the horde had wandered off up the road.

Once given the all clear, you slowly lifted your body from the backseat, your hand instantly going to the side of your neck as you attempted to work out the kink that had formed there from laying in such an awkward position. 

“Jesus.” You muttered.

Remaining where he was for fear that you’d think he might try something now that he was in close proximity of his weapons, Daryl kept his eyes on you for a few silent seconds.

“Look, I know all about wantin’ to be alone, but no one can make it alone now. You can keep my weapons, even hold your damn gun on me while I drive, but I have a camp a few miles back. My bike broke down, s’why I was lookin’ for a ride, but I can take ya someplace secure. I’m with a group of people back at a prison.”

“A prison? Really?” You asked curiously.

Christ. Was that actual hope in your voice? Had the last year not completely crushed you of that?

“Yeah.” Daryl nodded. “There’s eight of us. Men, women, a boy, and a baby.” Nodding towards his backpack, he continued. “Open it.”

Cautiously moving your hand to his backpack, you unsnapped the top and drew back the flap to reveal several tins of powdered baby formula. Running your fingers over the lids, you hesitated, your eyes slowly returning to Daryl. If this was some kind of trick to get you to come along, it was pretty elaborate.

“I just gotta ask ya three questions first.” He said.

With your curiosity getting the better of you, you shrugged your shoulders. “Go for it.”

“How many walkers ya killed?”

“Walkers? You mean, the living dead freaks that have taken over the world?”

Daryl nodded.

“I don’t know. Who keeps track of that shit?”

Daryl had to admit, at least to himself, you had a point. But it was one of the questions that Rick insisted on asking newcomers, and he wasn’t about to start breaking his rules for anyone.

Seeing that Daryl wasn’t willing to budge on the question, you sighed as you thought about it. “A dozen, at least.”

“How many people ya killed?”

Your mind instantly went to the lifeless eyes of Gorman and Dawn. 

“Two.” You answered, without a hint of remorse.

���Why?” He asked.

You stared at him, expressionless. “I’m a woman and I’ve pretty much been on my own since the world ended. Why do you think?”

Daryl stared right back at you, and in his fierce blue gaze, you knew that he understood you completely. 

“All right, let’s go.”

“That’s it? I passed?” You asked, surprised.

“Looks like it.” He grunted, using your choice of words from earlier and earning a small smile from you because of it.

“Okay.” You agreed. “I’ll ride back here, and I won’t hold my gun on you . . . unless you drive too slow.”

“Pfft.” Daryl scoffed as he climbed back over to the driver’s side and began to work on restarting the car. “Don’t gotta worry ‘bout that.”

CHAPTER TWO

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl fanfiction #daryl fanfic #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon x you #daryl x reader #daryl x female reader #daryl x you #the walking dead #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead fanfic #twd fanfiction #twd fanfic #fanfiction #frenemies to lovers #mutual pining #eventual smut

[nightgoodomens]

So what ur thoughts about someone who asked Michael about dating someone who 5 years older than his daughter I thought they was very brave and im sorry he should of known this was coming but omg the good omens fandom on twitter are not happy and having a meltdown down like they only became a fan of Michael 5 years ago when good omens was released so they only know Anna

What ur thoughts on this please

I think people on Twitter are being ridiculous to be fair. This show is about private questions. It’s everything goes. Yet they’re clutching their pearls because he was asked a question that made them uncomfortable because they created a perfect story regarding this relationship in their heads and don’t like reminders that it isn’t - but the facts are that there is 25 years difference. She is only 5 years older than his daughter. And if they dug enough they know it was a whoops baby happened now we need to stay together and try to make it work. But people are having a meltdown because that’s not what they want to know/be reminded of about this relationship.

I mean the amount of things that get ignored by this fandom or twisted to lies just to create this perfect image of MS/AL and DT/GT is quite amazing really. You’re not allowed to ask anything or have any doubts. Full on brainwash or you’re enemy number one - just like this girl who asked the question. I hope they don’t go after her, literally.

I once went through Twitter and people created a whole story that MS was depressed before AL and she saved him and this baby was totally planned and it was the best surprise to happen to him. They collectively made themselves believe that. None of this is true. We literally have proof of the opposite.

So now they’re having a meltdown because reality knocked on the door.

#NightGoodOmens talks PR

[apparentlytheproblem]

𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙮

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- fred weasley

a/n-requests are always open for you my darlings with all the love i can possibly muster, teddy

currently playing- forever favourite

warnings- wave crashin sense of loneliness? enemies to lovers, rain confession, gender neutral and sfw

dating this Weasley would be such a rollercoaster with its ups and downs

honestly, would've hated him at first, i loathe the snark

but the thing is, the charismatic personality would just draw you to that magnet of a man

but it was a bit cute (maybe)

“You’re short enough to have to go onto your tippy toes to kiss me.” “I’m short enough to elbow you directly in the gut, with ease.”

picking fights is just his love language before he realizes you feel the same

so much drama before y'all actually got together

i picture it as how you both would have picked a fight which got you very upset since you've finally come in terms with your feelings and he's here trying to hurt them

it would be rainy day and you'd be making your way back from the green house as quickly as possible as he waits a bit further away

You noticed him, you always notice him first. He had his robe on the grass, and his sleeves rolled.

as you tried to avoid the whole meltdown you realized that his feelings shouldn't be spared and thus starts the argument

from one to another your feelings were in the air, an air full of love and hope

love confessions in the rain>>>

and suddenly how shy you were with a blush plastered on your face wherever he was.

such a shy baby to his thick british accent

i think he's a bit more calmer and steadier than all of you give him credit for

oh but the flirting- give me a break already

he's just the more outgoing and daring type yk

he's the type who would continue to win you over for the rest of your lives after fullingly knowing that he was yours

he'd be so quick w those remarks thats would personally send me of blushing

lets talk about fred's motto: an eye for an eye

it doesn't have to mean anything in a negative sense or even related to you

but if someone was out for you, weasley will be out for them and oh how cruel he could be

he's driven by instict

and if he wants something then he would have it then and there

#fred weasley #fred weasly x reader #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x you #weasley twins #dating weasley #fred weasley fanfiction #weasley imagine #weasley family #weasley x reader #weasley smut #fred weasley dating headcannon #fred weasley headcanons #fred weasley smut #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley fanfic #fredweasley oneshot #fred weasley x oc #fred weasley oneshot #x reader #fred and george weasley #fred and george #fred and george x reader #fred and george imagine #fred weasley x slytherin!reader

[holyshit]

Let's spread some positivity around our fandom. Tag your favourite tumblr users! 💕

okkkk let's go for a long one! as always still despite the length of this list, i probably have still forgotten a thousand important people (especially if you've changed your url recently, where are youuuuu) since i didn't have time to go through my full following list, and i will be kicking myself for it later <3. no particular order etc etc.

@jalboyhenthusiast, @himboniall, @pop-punklouis, @ok-ak, @oksfranta, @cnedirecticn, @deludedandlostcause, @strawberrykisssess, @tilyoutryit, @cursethedaylight, @muldxr, @weareonejazzhand, @cloudslou, @usignedupforthis, @anxiouslarrie, @greeneyesfriedrice, @alphalouis, @louisneckveins, @heartshaped-lou, @moonknowshome, @ladychlo, @faithlnthefuture, @faithinthefuture-louis, @curlyhairedprince, @sunflowersofme, @harrylights, @blissoftheblue, @evilovesyou, @wdbhgdotmp3, @stonerosestank, @kakejiszkas, @paradise-compass, @tomlinson505, @nouis-meltdown, @lets-laughagain, @halohamilton, @sunshineindark, @jaanlouis, @ialwaysknewyouwerepunk, @harryshandbag, @nauticallyrics, @hlsugar, @alllthistime, @ddeerr, @anxiouspunk, @tommos, @handgf, @complictedfreak, @finelinesunflower, @harrysmaison

ok tumblr's being annoying and won't let me tag anyone else so brb gonna reblog with the rest

#asks #anonymous

[primordialervoid]

I just love how the events of the last few months in the ofmd fandom have proven it to be full of hypocrites.

When the season finale came out Izzy fans were absolutely shat on for expressing their disappointment, and now? Now the person who called you stupid and immature for not realizing that your favorite character(whose story deeply resonated with you and your relationship to queerness) dying a stupid and unjustified death is good and wholesome actually is having a meltdown over the fact that their favorite characters(the good and wholesome queers, whose story, I'm sure, deeply resonated with them and their relationship to queerness) were only allowed to run off into the sunset together to live happily ever after.

It's like nooo what's the matter I thought the finale was completely satisfying? Don't you know that it's pretty common for queer shows to get cancelled? 🥺

Also can't forget the time when the Izzy tag became completely unusable because of all the holier-than-thou weirdos acting like it was absolutely necessary for them to post hate in the main tag in order to "educate" the fans about their moral failure of liking a fictional guy.

Turns out the weirdos in question are terrible at handling racism accusations when they're given a similar treatment.

Who would've thought

#ofmd critical #negativity

[alice-after-dark]

Okay, this might get me some hate but gonna chitter chat about the writing of the show for a hot second (full disclaimer that overall I very much love this show and am looking forward to the second season)

Sometimes I do feel like people just get highly amused by Vox and his hate boner for Alastor and forget that this guy is a fucking Overlord of Hell. He's not just some pathetic goofball. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely LOVE "Stayed Gone," but I do think that it and all his subsequent obsessing over Alastor, while hilarious and entertaining, overshadowed Vox's initial introduction as a scheming, manipulative, dangerous, and corrupt person to the point where the fandom views him as adorable and pathetic when we very clearly see in his introduction that he's not??? He has the public eating out the palm of his hand. He has wealth and power. He even manipulates his own allies. But after "Stayed Gone" happens, we don't see him do anything that isn't about Alastor. I feel like the show tries to recover his character with the meeting between the Vees (which at least does show that he can remain composed when discussing Alastor as the person he has a visceral reaction to is in fact Charlie, not Alastor) and the vitriol he spits at Sir Pentious when he fails to spy on the hotel, but even then, both of these things are ultimately about Alastor and any efforts here are pretty much forgotten with Vox's reactions during the battle with the angels.

The main problem I have with "Stayed Gone" from a narrative perspective (again, love that song and have watched the scene far more than is necessary) is that it directly contradicts the character that he is first presented as. He is literally introduced to us with him manipulating and defusing Valentino effortlessly from going on a rampage at the hotel. He is presented as someone who is obsessed with image and public opinion. Now, I had absolutely nothing wrong with him going off in front of Valentino about Alastor and showing this uncontrolled side of him while he has a borderline tantrum. Valentino is his ally and is clearly aware of his hatred towards Alastor. Having this explosion in private makes sense for the character the show has already established. However, by the end of "Stayed Gone," he is having a full blown meltdown in front of the public. The song starts sinister and foreboding, but it almost immediately devolves into petty insults and jabs from Vox. Now, there's a fair argument to be made that this is meant to show how Alastor gets under Vox's skin like this and utterly destroys his carefully crafted facade and I do fully believe that that's what the song was going for (that and setting up their rivalry). The problem for me comes in the fact that we don't see any of that masterful manipulation of the public that we saw in Vox's introduction. He instead gets played for a joke while Alastor is presented as clever and composed and someone to be feared and this just doesn't sit well with me. We're meant to believe that Vox is, at the very least, someone that Alastor sees as worth an actual response and clapback. If he wasn't, Alastor would have just ignored him or even straight up killed him. It's kind of a Show vs Tell situation. We're basically told that Vox is someone to be worried about but that's not what we're shown. He gets publicly humiliated and beaten by Alastor easily and we're supposed to believe that this guy is a threat? Honestly I would have loved to see them on even ground for most of the song as Vox slowly but surely devolves into losing his shit and Alastor eventually takes the win, showing that Vox is actually a worthy rival for the Radio Demon. There's just...a lot of mixed messages about Vox in season 1.

He's just kind of played for laughs and it's a little disappointing because he actually seems like a potentially fascinating character and I really hope we get to see more of exactly why he is a feared and respected Overlord in season 2 considering he is supposed to be a central character and villain.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #hazbin alastor #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #alice rambles #radiostatic