#children please you don't want anyone knowing what you were up to on the internet in your youth

[boiohboii]

The Tattoo Sleeve (Neymar Jr. Soulmate au)

Chapter 1

Prologue

I am currently sleep deprived, so I am really sorry for any mistakes.

I hope you enjoy, and please let me know what you think!

Warning: curse words

Taglist: @itzz-me-duh

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"I need something to cheer me up that doesn't come from a vending machine," y/n took a seat beside the young children "you got any ideas?"

Three pairs of confused brown eyes looked to their left, seeing a white coat before tilting their heads up to see an unfamiliar face. Anyone passing could feel the peculiar atmosphere; the young lady having a relaxing aura while the three boys looked uncertain of the question itself, much less how to answer.

"Don't worry," reassured y/n "I am a doctor here, my name is y/n."

With a look to each other, the three decided to trust the long piece of clothing along with the card hanging on her neck, and introduced themselves.

"Thiago"

"Davi"

"Mateo"

"You boys have such nice names." Cooed y/n.

"Thank you."

"We are not babies!"

"Don't talk to an adult like that! Papa and Mama told us to be nice."

The two brunet boys reminded her of tom & Jerry in that moment, they were currently arguing about whether to be polite or to not trust strangers. Both rules taught to them by their parents, and both were correct - well, some would argue about always being polite rule, but that's not the current issue.

"A hug." A timid reply came as the blonde boy admired his swinging feet.

"Well, who's the lucky person that you hug?"

"Papa and mama," Lucca smiled. "My grandma too! She gives the best hugs!"

Y/n smiled at the small boy's enthusiasm as he talked about everyone that has hugged him with a wide grin on his face.

"What about me?!" Exclaimed Thiago. "I hug you too!"

"Yeah, but you're shorter than me!"

"Hey! My brother isn't short! He is big and strong!"

A laugh escaped y/n as she watched the three boys argue over the fact that a person is short doesn't mean they aren't strong. Oh they are so cute! I want to squish their cheeks so bad!

Going through her pockets, y/n searched for a few candies to give to the boys as a thank you for cheering her up, she always loved talking to kids they had the most genuine and entertaining conversations, especially with each other. However, as she was digging around she felt a smooth, slightly wet smudge on her fingertips, no no, please god I don't want to stay in a small cubicle for 10 minutes to reapply anything!

Looking at her wrist, the concealer's tone was bright and clear against the white sleeve margins, y/n groaned and rolled her head backwards.

"Miss, are you okay?"

Came a small voice, making y/n realise that the three boys have stopped their back and forth and watched her intently, not sure if they should move away in case she wanted to rest; Davi remembered his mother telling him of how hard doctors work and study to be able to help him, or if she was hurt and they should call someone.

"Ahh yes," y/n smiled reassuringly. "Just my coat got a bit dirty and I have to go change."

She wasn't about to tell them that her connection to her soulmate was writing on skin, and that her soulmate was obsessed so she had to wake up nearly before all and any gathering or meeting or work appointment by 3 hours to cover up tattoos that her soulmate placed on his skin with no consideration of the consequences that will occur to her nor her request at 23 years old asking him to please, stop.

Yes, she was and still is bitter about it, she can hold a grudge. (She, in fact, can not hold a grudge for more than 2 hours.)

"Is that a tattoo?" Mateo frowned with knitted eyebrows as he tried to get a better look at the drawings under her sleeves.

Wide eyes and a stumped smile on her face, y/n nodded, wondering how such a young boy knows what tattoos are. Well, there is internet everywhere. However, unlike her thoughts, the little boy had recently been obsessed with his father's right arm, looking at the black ink with the occasional question.

"Papa has that!" Raved Thiago as he looked at his brother and friend with shinning eyes and a wide smile. He had rarely seen any women with tattoos, only a few and he has no idea why, but it was something new to him and it made him want to sit with the doctor for much longer.

"Yes! Uncle Leo and papa have tattoos!" Gushed the blonde boy with his friends before asking y/n if there was more.

Not seeing any harm in showing three little boys the small uncovered part of her uncontrolled tattoo sleeve, she lifted a bit of her coat, just a layer really. And as soon as she had done so, the only blonde gasped as his eyes widened, freezing in place.

He looked familiar, very oddly familiar, and she knew that, she knew that she saw him before, she saw him nearly everyday in black ink on her forearm. She was desperate for the thought in her head to be wrong, to just be her mind playing tricks on her or for her to just currently be going through a romantic drought that she is making things up.

But, she was so, very wrong.

"That looks like papa's!" Davi exclaimed as soon as y/n showed her arm.

Well, holy shit. I am not insane. I'm right!

Oh. I 'm right.

Chapter 2

#lionel messi #neymar #neymar imagines #neymar jr x reader #neymar jr #neymar x reader #neymajr #neymarjr #neymar x y/n #neymar fluff #neymar angst #brazil #football soulmate reader #football imagine #football x reader #neymar soulmate #neymar soulmate fic #neymar x soulmate reader #neymar x oc

[saltypiss]

"Vivzie doesn't listen to valid criticism!"

3 things.

I don't blame her, ya'll can't write or critique writing to save your lives. Ya rewrite everything to fit what you want, not what the creator wanted, and then use your fan-fiction as an argument against the creator and show. That's also ignoring death threats and how utterly hostile and brain dead ya'll fuckers are. DTs aren't worth being scared of, but they do make listening to strangers far more difficult. Everything ya do pushes creators away from their inbox and social media. I don't blame them, I care about their mental health ya'll actively target.

At some point ya have to realize how little it matters for a creator to disagree with someone's opinion. It's a simple process, you just remember they're a person and not a target. Good luck figuring that one out, children.

Most of the criticism I see is bad. Really. Really bad. Poorly delivered, hostile as hell, mostly lies that you can visually debunk, and god help me if knowing too much about what happens behind the scenes doesn't make people fucking rabbid, who otherwise would have little ammo to go off of.

I'm reminded of a hostile post where there was a scene with Bltiz's sister in the background of a totally unrelated story happening, and just by looking, you can see all it did was just cluttered the scene having her there. But oh. Oh. My. God. If it didn't INCENSE this person that this 1 second scene didn't include her. Went off about how it would improve the story dramatically! Like kid, sit down. Please, you're embarrassing yourself.

I don't blame her. I really don't. Get better at critique, critical thinking and being respectful.

As for how she acts, I don't care. I don't feel it in the show. Let people be people, stop pushing them to act like shit and being surprised when they respond poorly. Ya'll don't deserve a real level headed response from anyone. You still spread the payment lie because all you have is this pathetic feeling of superiority that makes it okay for you to be worse than the person you find beneath you. Do Better. Be Better.

Bottom of my heart, as an adult: Grow Up. Find a hobby. Make some friends. Go out into the world and get some experience. Interact with strangers, get a job, get some close relationships. Experience life and loss.

You ain't special being shitty, we all were, the internet has been around since before your birth. I just grew up before you were born, understand the massive negative force you're apart of because you think it makes you cool. It doesn't. It's a cringefest you'll look back upon and die inside remembering, that's if you ever grow up enough to understand self-respect.

Be respectable to yourself. All I'm saying is, not one adult acts this way, regardless of age. Especially when it comes to fuck words. Please, grow up.

#hazbin hotel critical #helluva boss critical #vivziepop critical

[punk4ndisorderly]

light on

The one where Y/N is the daughter of a legendary Team USA coach and used to attend the development program with the boys. 8 years after they last saw each other in person, a reunion brings Jack and Y/N back into each other’s lives... and hearts.

if you keep the light on, i'll keep the light on

X XI - stranger things have happened XII

“What?”

“I’m getting married!”

A huge grin grew on Y/N's face. She stood up immediately, tackling River and hugging him tightly.

“Oh my god! Are you serious?”

“Yeah!” her older brother nodded.

Pulling him to her chest again, the doctor refused to let go for a little longer.

“I’m so happy for you! Congratulations! This is amazing!” she gushed, completely losing her cool.

“I know, I can’t believe it either but… Would you mind easing up on the hug? I don’t need to be nursing a broken rib when I walk down the aisle.”

Y/N released River, her eyebrow raising.

“Wait… The wedding’s in two weeks? How on Earth did you manage to pull that off?”

“I might have been secretly planning it since Christmas…” her brother disclosed, looking down at her feet coyly.

“What?” Y/N all but screeched, her eyes now looking like saucers. “You’ve been engaged since Christmas and you didn’t think to tell me about it?”

“Technically, I’ve been engaged since my birthday, but kind of procrastinated ninety-nine percent of the planning till around Christmas…”

“Why am I only being informed now?” she insisted, placing her small hands on her hips, a stern look on her face, as if she were talking to one of her subordinates.

“We wanted to organize everything before telling anyone about it. Plus, if people only knew we were getting married two weeks prior to the deed, there’d be less of a chance of someone blabbing to the wrong person and it ending up on the internet. You know how people love to gossip about Coach Y/L/N's family.”

“What if I had things planned for that day already?”

“Please, you mostly stay home alone painting and watching paranormal documentaries when Joey's at her father’s.” River quickly dismissed that possibility.

Y/N gasped in mock outrage, earning a pointed look from her brother.

“Fair enough…” she shrugged. He knew her too well.

“Okay, so now that you’re on board: David's mom insisted we had to get married on a Sunday because I am enough of a sinner already living with the man and all that, but I wanted to have a grandiose weekend, so we booked the main cabin for our closest friends to stay here. Starts Friday night and ends at dawn on Monday.”

“Right, and who are these friends?”

“You and some others. Mom and dad, David's parents, family and other guests will only be here for the actual day. Don’t worry, I’m inviting loverboy as well.” the eldest sibling winked, starting to head back to the trail.

Y/N scoffed, patting her sweaty forehead dry with her tank top.

“Do I know any other people?”

“The boys will be there, don't worry. Apart from them, I’m only inviting a few of my childhood friends, co-workers and immediate family. Keeping it low-key.”

“Knowing you, it’ll be the most over-the-top thing I’ll ever see in my life, but sure… I still can’t believe you waited until now to let me know you were getting married!”

“I’ve still got something to tell you…”

“Are you adopting?”

“No, god, no.”

“Are you that opposed to having children?”

“No, no. I mean, I want to, just not planning for them right now… I don’t feel the need to rush into anything...”

“Then what is it, Riv?”

“You’re going to be by my side at the altar.”

“You mean…”

“I want you to be my maid of honor.”

“Oh my god!” Y/N squealed, squeezing the life out of her brother. “I’d be honored, River!”

The pair hugged for a few seconds, laughing at how ridiculous they both looked with tears in their eyes, threatening to fall at any moment. During their walk back, the duo reminisced on their childhood and the long winding road that led them to that precise moment, to that exact location.

“One last thing…” her brother began, climbing into his car.

“Lord have mercy…”

“You have throw me a bachelor party. By the end of the day all guests will have been informed about the wedding, so I’ll text you the names and numbers of the people I want to have there. Oh, and it has to be next Friday.”

“Are you sure you want me to set up your bachelor party or do you plan on doing it all yourself?” the doctor chuckled.

“You know I’m a control freak, I can’t help it.”

“Relax.” Y/N patted his leg. “I got you.”

*

 “So now you’re in charge of planning her last hurrah?” Jack inquired, holding his phone to his ear with the help of his shoulder, putting the lasagna he was making in the oven.

“Yep.” Y/N confirmed, popping the ‘p’. “I just have a tiny problem with that: I have no idea how I’m going to do it. I mean, my idea of fun on a Friday night is staying in playing board games and watching scary movies or those really corny, completely unrealistic romcoms.”

The brunette man smiled at the mention of her calm evening plans, walking away from the kitchen and turning on the TV in his living room, zapping through the thousands of useless channels he paid for mostly for his friends’ enjoyment other than his.

“Oh sweet, innocent Y/N Y/L/N… There’s so much to do in New York on a Friday night… Bachelor parties practically plan themselves.”

“Easy for you to say, Mr. Superstar.” she quipped, biting hard on her bottom lip as she tried to hold up the mattress with just one hand to change the sheets on her bed. “I don’t really like crowded places, but I’ll make the sacrifice for River.”

“That’s very noble of you.” the Devils' player teased. “Hold on, Trev is here.” he said when he heard the doorbell ring.

Jack opened the door, signaling for Trevor to come in, stepping aside.

“I’m just going to finish my call, I’ll be right back.” he told his friend, entering the kitchen. “Hey, I’m back.”

“As I was saying, I’m completely out of ideas. I considered karaoke, but it’s such a typical thing for me to suggest.”

The Devils' player was mindlessly going through his unopened mail while she was speaking, randomly finding a flyer that caught his attention.

“What about a concert?”

“A concert?”

“Apparently, The Bucks are performing Friday at MSG.”

“Yes! That’s perfect!” Y/N jabbered, ecstatic. “River was obsessed with one of the band members back in the day.”

“Yeah?” the brunette man asked, drinking from his beer bottle.

“Yeah! Oh Gretz, if only you knew how much I love you right now!” she raved, speed-walking to her desk to check the availability of tickets.

Jack choked on his drink, coughing uncontrollably, making Trevor run to his rescue.

“Do you need me to do the Heimlich? Dude, I know it would technically involve me practically grinding against your ass, but your mom would kill me if I let you die and we’re bros, it doesn’t matter, okay?” he babbled, closing the distance between them. “It’ll be okay, hold on!”

“Z.” the hockey player said in between coughs. “I’m fine, it was just beer.”

“Oh, thank god. You know I was prepared to do it though, right?”

“I do, thanks man.”

“Alright, I’ll leave you to it. Just bring me food when you’re done, please. I’m starving.”

“Jack?” Y/N called from the other side of the line. “Are you okay?”

“Sorry, yeah. I’m here. So, what are you guys doing after the show?”

“Wait, we’re supposed to go out after the concert?” she panicked.

“It’s a bachelor party, Y/N. It’s heavily implied.”

“Fuck… Precisely the reason why I was probably better off without one… I’ll figure it out later. Let me know if you got any suggestions, though.”

“I will. Have a good day, Mess.”

“You too, babe.”

Jack hung up the phone, clearing his throat one more time. He couldn’t believe he had reacted the way he did to her words. They weren’t supposed to make him feel the way he did. He wasn’t supposed to picture what it would be like hearing them in another context. What the hell was going on with him?

“Talking to Y/N again, I see…” Trevor smirked, leaning against the doorframe.

“Friends usually tak to each other, right?” he grumbled, trying to play it cool, checking on the lasagna.

“Sure… What’s up with our lovely friend?”

“She’s in charge of planning River's bachelor party and I suggested she’d buy tickets for a concert.”

“Who’s performing?” his friend inquired, coming closer to him, attracted by the smell of food.

“The Bucks.” he shrugged.

“The Bucks? Oh, dude, we’ve got to go!” Trevor hooted, slapping Jack's arm enthusiastically.

“Didn’t know you were a fan.”

“Are you kidding me? Why do you think I tried growing my hair out back in middle school? I wanted to be a part of the band so bad. I used to have a huge poster of them looking down on my bed. All the action they witnessed…”

“You mean the action between you and your hand?”

“Just get the fucking tickets, Hughes. We’re going.”

*

“Wear the shorts, Y/N.” River sighed, giving her a stern look and motioning to the pair of golden high-waisted shorts she was holding up. “It’s my party, I define the dress code.”

“I’m going to freeze my ass off.” Y/N countered, tightening the silk robe against her body.

“What are you talking about? It’s June!”

“Fine! I’ll wear the damn shorts.” she grumbled, taking the garment from her brother's hands and reluctantly putting them on.

The hotel suite was hectic: ten people, including a very frantic River running around getting ready for a certainly memorable night out, talking to each other over the loud music one of River's college friends was adamant on blasting.

The soft curls she had managed to create on her heavy, strong hair, were framing her face perfectly, her only care now being what outfit her brother would be imposing on her. Y/N knew she could protest all she wanted, but she’d eventually give into River's wishes.

“Now, the black spaghetti strap top and… The pièce de resistance… The blazer to go with the shorts! I know you have never worn this purely out of spite, but –“

“It’s not out of spite, Riv. It just makes me look like a gold bar!”

“Precisely. It makes you look like a million dollars.” one of River's friends said from behind her. “You look hot, momma!” he added, winking at her.

“Yeah, yeah…” the young woman waved them off playfully. “Let’s just get this over with.” she chuckled, picking up a flute from the table and joining the rest of the group in toasting the groom-to-be. “To River Y/L/N, our favorite Groomzilla...”

“Watch it!” her brother cautioned, laughter erupting around the room.

“I hope you enjoy your last night of freedom…” the doctor winked. “Cheers!”

The group raised their glasses and downed the sparkly champagne before heading out.

“Ready or not, here we come.” she whispered to herself as she linked her arm with River's.

 *

“Dude, I’m literally so pumped right now! Feel my heartbeat, feel it!” Trevor shrieked.

Jack chuckled to himself, adjusting his cap before burying his hands in his pockets.

“I only came along so I could give you moral support when what’s-his-face fails yet again to acknowledge your existence. I really couldn’t care less about the band.”

“Well, that’s an extremely disrespectful way of referring yourself to one of the greatest American bands to ever grace the Earth, rock royalty if you must say, but okay.” his friend sneered, genuinely offended by his comment.

“Let’s just get inside and make the most out of the ungodly amount of money we paid for the VIP seats someone insisted we’d buy.” he declared, glaring at the curly-haired man beside him.

“Best seats in the house, you’re very welcome.”

The duo went through security calmly, stopping a few times on the way to their section to take pictures with people who recognized them, even though Jack kept his eyes down and the dad hat was buried in his head.

Their seats did have the best view, but he would never willingly admit that to his overly excited friend.

Seeds were the opening act. Trevor dramatically sang along to Poppy, the last song on their setlist, turning to Jack, who laughed loudly, covering his face with his large hands in an attempt to diminish the secondhand embarrassment he was feeling.

He looked around, smiling at how much everyone seemed to be having an amazing time.

The Bucks came on stage next, a shrilling sound next to him making him turn his attention back to his friend. Trevor jumped up and down, psyching himself up.

“Fuck, Z! You nearly made my eardrums pop!” the Devils' player scolded, like an annoyed father.

“Zip it, they’re playing Burnin’ Up!”

Jack sighed, asking himself why he had let his friend drag him to Madison Square Garden when he could have stayed at home, catching up on his favorite sitcom. He shifted on his feet, once again skimming through the large venue, his eyes setting on a particular person coming his way.

“Well if it isn’t the two… Stooges!” Rover cheered, a bottle of expensive champagne in her his and a grin on his face.

He rushed to him, giving him a warm hug and moving to Trevor by his side.

Jack waved to the rest of the party accompanying his former coach's eldest chile, his smile dropping slightly when he noticed Y/N wasn’t among them. The brunette man was too withdrawn in his thoughts to see she had approached the small group in the meantime, holding a large container filled to the brim with warm popcorn.

“Hey what did I m – Jack!”

He looked her up and down, his jaw nearly dropping at the sight of her outfit. The way the sparkly blazer subtly showed off her full breasts and her shorts let him get lost in the amazing pair of legs she had nearly made his knees buckle.

The Devils' player didn’t think she could look even better than the last time he had seen her, but apparently, subconsciously, her favorite thing to do was prove him wrong. Y/N's beauty continued to render him speechless.

“H-Hi!” he managed to stammer, leaning in for the usual kiss on the cheek, but being pulled in for a hug afterwards.

“What are you guys doing here?” she inquired.

“Z is a huge fan, didn’t you know?” Jack snickered, nodding towards their mutual friend.

Y/N averted her eyes to his side, where Trevor was chugging down the champagne River had offered him, while simultaneously performing his very own choreography od the song playing as it reached its final chorus.

“For you, baby!” the blond man shouted triumphantly.

“Well, can’t say that’s the strangest thing I’ve seen tonight.” the doctor confessed.
“I’m guessing the champagne isn’t helping?” Jack suggested, a teasing smile on his lips.

“That and the ten jello shots they just had to drink. It’s like dealing with nine drunk toddlers.” she snorted, seeing Trevor and River take turns at doing the robot dance, now to the sound of another song. “Popcorn?”

His sweet tooth had always been his Achilles heel.

“Thanks” he smiled, taking a handful of the sugary snack from the carton, watching the show their friends were putting on instead of the actual concert.

The grom-to-be waddled her way to the pair, grabbing Y/N by the waist, the bottle he earlier held no longer in her grasp.

“Y/N! Little sister! I just had a fantastic idea!” he chirped, a toothy grin adorning his doll-like features.

“Yeah?”

“They should totally come with us!” her older brothee screamed in her ear, pointing at the duo in front of them.

“I think we’ve got enough madness going on already.” she tried to dissuade him, nodding towards their group.

“Please?” River pouted, his pleading green eyes boring into hers.

Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose, thinking about the potential havoc that would be wrecked if they decided to add the dynamic duo to their entourage. At least Jack would be there to help her handle them all.

“Alright, they can come.” she consented, knowing full-well she’s too much of a softie to deny her brother anything. “But you better not get too rowdy!”

“You’re the best!” River chanted, smooching her forehead.

“Oh boy…” the doctor yelped, earning an amused chuckle from the man beside her. “You think this is funny, do you? It might be hilarious for now, but you do realize you’re stuck with me tonight, don’t you?”

“I think I can handle having you around for the night.” he winked, amazed at how smooth he suddenly sounded.

She stuck her tongue out in response, gathering around the bachelor party entourage, plus the two new additions, so they could leave the venue.

“But it’s not over yet, Junior!” River moaned.

“We have a commitment on the other side of town if I recall correctly, and we won’t make it on time if we stay until the concert is over. Bear with me.” Y/N all but begged while leading her brother outside, to the rented party bus he had insisted was a must-have.

Jack followed the pair, accompanied by Trevor, who couldn’t hold in his excitement over crashing a bachelor party.

The doctor had given the driver their itinerary in advance, leaving the two men completely clueless about their destination.

Getting off the large bus, the loud group of partygoers found themselves right in front of Rage, a well-known club in the Upper West Side.

“Shit, I love this place!” Trevor exclaimed, wrapping an arm around River and going inside.

“Now we’re talking!” Evan hooted, following them.

He stood outside, incredulous. He couldn’t actually believe the Universe had brought him to that place. And with Y/N, of all people.

“Are you coming?” he heard her ask as she came back outside with the sole purpose of finding him. “You have to. You know I can’t carry River and Trevor if it comes to it.”

“I am a mere babysitter to you, hu?” Jack feigned hurt, clutching his hands to his chest and moving to where she stood waiting.

“Well…” the doctor teased, grabbing his hand and lacing her fingers with his swiftly. “Come on, we have seats right next to the stage.”

It didn’t take him long to notice how her hand fit perfectly in his, and how warm it had turned upon the touch of her skin. Jack happily let her guide him through the Friday night crowd until they reached their table.

“Get ready to be amazed.” she shouted over the loud music, cheering as the performers walked by, one of them barely moving past them before turning on his heels and coming back.

“Jack!” the blonde queen gasped, pulling him up and hugging him to her chest. “Guys!” he called out, making the rest of the performers stop and look their way. “Jack is back!”

“Rowdy!” they all howled in unison.

The brunette man's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as the entire entourage, except for Trevor, looked at him with quizzical expressions on their faces.

“Hey, guys! Nice to be back!” he flashed them a wide grin.

“We were starting to think you had ditched us for Maxim’s.”

“I would never.” he assured them, patting the bleach blonde in the back.

“Well, honey, aren’t you going to introduce me to your friends?”

“Yeah, of course! This is Y/N. You know Trevor… We’re on a bachelor party… And the groom-to-be - ”

“River Y/L/N! I’m such a huge fan! Your last collection was to die for!” the beautiful queen jested, fanning herself.

“Thank you!” Y/N's brother chirped, giving him a side hug. “I had been dying to watch your performance live!”

“I’m so happy you came, babe!” he smiled sweetly. “Oh, look at the time! Lovely to see you, Rowdy, but the show is about to start, so you know I better get my ass ready. Have fun, bachelors!” the former RuPaul's Drag Race contestant said, hurrying to get backstage.

Y/N was staring at Jack, utterly confused.

“I thought the Dreamgirls show was on Mondays.” he commented, sitting back down at their table.

“River called in a few favors.” she answered automatically, still stunned, shaking her head to snap out of it. “Are you a regular?”

The Devils' player took a deep breath, glaring at Trevor for laughing at her assumption.

“Luke, Alex and this goof held my twenty-seventh birthday party here. I had a bit too much to drink and invaded the stage.” he explained.

“You didn’t…”

“Oh, yes… I did. I performed. It was so good they made me an honorary member.”

“It wasn’t half as good as he thinks it was.” their blond friend smirked. “He was just too drunk to actually remember how it all went down.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Chad said I was drag queen material.” Jack huffed.

“Yeah, keep telling yourself it wasn’t out of pity for a drunk guy who interrupted his number.”

“Anyway, ever since that fateful night, we’ve been coming here for my birthday and other random celebrations and getting drunk with the queens after the show.”

“You guys are the weirdest group of grown men I’ve ever met.” Y/N chuckled, after blinking a couple of times. “And I don’t even mean it in a bad way!”

The doctor propped her elbow on his shoulder, picturing Jack singing and dancing along to show tunes, eighty’s songs and diva hits. It was a difficult idea to grasp, since he had always been so shy around her and she could only get him to let go of his inhibitions with a lot of persistence.

“I think it’s pretty cool how you have fun without worrying about what people might say. I’m just letting you know you’ll be up for karaoke with me the next time we go out.” she stated. “And that I resent not having been invited to your last two parties. They sound like they were epic.” the coach's daughter joked.

“You’re officially invited to my next one, then.”

“Deal.” Y/N shook the hand he held out for her, as the resident DJ announced Chad Michaels' entrance. “Oh my god, is that Cher?”

“He's good, isn’t he?” Jack smirked, whistling loudly as he leaned back on his chair.

“Extraordinary!”

The renowned Cher impersonator dance around the stage, singing the first verses of Believe before waltzing his way to their table, pointing directly at the Devils' player.

“No, not tonight.” he refused politely.

“Come on, show us what you’ve got! Rowdy! Rowdy! Rowdy!” the doctor chanted, making everyone else join her.

He held his hands up in the air in defeat, standing up and taking off his cap, handing it to Y/N, who promptly set it over her slightly disheveled hair, instantly hearing a round of applause as he took the stage.

It’s so sad that you’re leaving, it takes time to believe it. But after all is said and done, you’re going to be the lonely one, woah! Do you believe in life after love?

Y/N watched her former linemate dance around on stage, proud of the man he had grown-up to be. He didn’t make a move to deny the fun he had and the nights he had spent at a club where the patrons seemed to love him. He didn’t try to belittle the performers to assert his own masculinity and wicked sense of superiority like most of the men she had ever met would have. He was simply, unapologetically, having the time of his life.

Besides, he looked extremely handsome while doing it. His t-shirt showed off his biceps, the fabric clinging to his perfectly toned back and chest. Realizing where her thoughts were headed, the doctor forced herself to come back to reality, grinning and bobbing her head to the beat of a song from a faraway land.

Jack noticed her cheerfulness, holding his hand out for her to climb on stage. She gladly took it, joining the two experienced individuals, lip-syncing to the old hit. He twirled her around, never loosening his grip on her small hand or losing the adorable smile on his face and she found herself giggling. For the first time in a while she felt carefree, as light as a feather.

“I think I might let you keep my hat.” he said into her ear.

“Really?”

“Yeah. It looks better on you than it does on me anyway…”

Y/N scrunched up her nose the way she always did when she was flustered, beaming at him adoringly as he spun her around one last time.

“You know, this is pretty amazing. You’re pretty amazing.” she admitted, partly to herself.

I need time to move on, I need love to feel strong.

“Mess, listen, I…”

-

Did I completely make up band names and a club called Rage and another one called Maxim's? Yes.

#y/n x jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes #team usa #hockey #hockey boys #cole caufield #alex turcotte #trevor zegras #quinn hughes #luke hughes #fanficiton #blurb

[blissfullyecho]

Please make a part 2 of the things you don't believe in regards to the self-development community. You give the best advice and have the best insight about things I have never even thought about! Thank you!!!!

unpopular opinions i have on self-improvement (part 2) — get your pitchforks ready

1. i don’t believe in “being gentle with yourself” as an act of self care and personal development. if you are an extremist, then fine— but most people aren’t extremist and they use the “be gentle with yourself” advice to justify laziness. you’re not a little daffodil, you’re an adult human being with adult responsibilities. you being “gentle” with yourself is just you wanting to be babied all the time. get up, get moving.

2. you learning a language does not change the kind of person you are. whenever i search “how to improve myself” and one of the top tips is to learn a language, i scream. learning a language is a great skill to have for obvious reasons, but it doesn’t have anything to do with self-improvement. sure, you learned something new, but you didn’t change as a person. i speak 3 languages, yet i’m the same person. learning a new language is something you should do because you want to do it… not because the internet says it makes you a better person. all learning a language does is it makes you LOOK more well-rounded and traveled. and let’s be real, most of you are not well-traveled to begin with. let’s focus on REAL CHANGE, not facades.

3. journaling doesn’t help with everyone. i hate journaling— my hand hurts and it’s not like i’m going to read what i put down ever again. don’t feel obligated to journal if you don’t like it. i hate it and because i dislike it so much, journaling didn’t work for me. i DO know people like journaling and it helps them, so it’s not like i *don’t* believe in journaling, but i don’t believe it’s a necessity for everyone.

4. “you should forgive yourself”. nope. if you are over the age of 18, you have already learned what’s right vs. what’s wrong. everything you have in your life (after the age of 18) was and still is completely up to you. you chose the habits that led you up to where you are and you made the conscious effort to do so. this doesn’t apply to anyone that’s working on mental illness, but for the rest of you— why are you forgiving yourself? stop acting like you were brain dead before and you just now had an epiphany. we ALL are faced with choices to make everyday; you just didn’t care at the time and now you do. i’m not forgiving my past self for the mistakes i made because i made them consciously. i didn’t show up to my classes, i overate, i didn’t go to the gym, i didn’t study for that test, i didn’t look my best that day, etc. the things you do/don’t do are all choices. i’m not going to forgive myself. i fucked up, end of story. next.

5. “it’s okay to have bad days” advice is something i agree with but disagree with when it’s misused. what i agree with is that we are all going to have bad days. what i don’t agree with is using this as an excuse to not get anything done. i work on myself each day because i don’t have to feel a certain emotion to get what i need to get done. i don’t need to be in a good mood to go to the gym. i don’t need to be in a good mood to take a shower. it’s okay to be in a bad mood, but it’s not okay to use the “i’m just having a bad day” as an excuse to not get your stuff done and that’s where everyone misused the “bad day” advice.

6. this kind of ties in with #5, but i saw on instagram from this annoying “self love” page that we should normalize allowing children to stay home from school to have mental health days and adults being able to stay home from work to have mental health days. that is fucking stupid and it’s breeding victim mentality. coming from someone (me) who has been diagnosed with depression and anxiety, you don’t need a fucking mental health DAY. kids are at school and adults are at work for 8 hours a day, 5 days a week. you mean to tell me you can’t prioritize your mental health around those 8 hours each day? your mental health days can be on your weekends— not on days where you/kids have a personal responsibility. this is the real world— your responsibilities will forever be there. you wanting to rest because you’re just not “there” today is not a reason for the world to stop because of you. your job needs you. your mental health does not matter to your coworkers who will have to carry on the extra workload for your “mental health day”. grow the fuck up. again, i’ve been there. it’s not like i haven’t gone through mental health issues before. but if your mental health is so deep, maybe you should stop working altogether and get on disability. that’s always an option.

i already know i’m going to get the “triggered girlies” coming for me on this post. save yourself the time and embarrassment writing me long paragraphs of me being “toxic” and how much i hurt your feelings. i’m a stranger to you— i should not hold that much power over you to be hurt like that lol.

#leveling up #that girl #level up #q/a #self care #femininity #level up journey #self love #hypergamy #personal development #self help #self development #self improvement #self care aesthetic #self worth #self growth #self healing #that girl aesthetic #clean girl aesthetic #clean girl #vanilla girl #coquette aesthetic #coqeutte #leveled up woman #levelling up #level up tips #leveling up tips #leveling up journey #femininity journey #feminine journey

[lockandkeyhyena]

Tricks up my sleeves took YEARS to be completed and they want to pretend they didn't know about the drama until now? After admitting they unfollow anyone who DARES bring up what shitty things ppl in the community are doing?? It's such BS what are yall talking abt them acting reasonably. Have any of you read the actual comment they made, there's a reason they're being so vague about "problematic" stuff the artists did because both drew CP and one of them STILL HAS A PLATFORM. If you replaced problematic artists in their comment with "people who sexualize children" it'd sound insane hence why they're being so vague and weird about it. It's pure manipulation folks!! Also they supported JK Rowling with a drawing for her birthday on twitter and said they "didn't agree with her views" but were still gonna support her. This is that same attitude but for people who did something that is literally ILLEGAL what do u mean reasonable this is one of the worst responses I've seen in my life??

They made it all about "poor me the internet is so mean just bc I put some bad people who did bad things [they rlly don't wanna mention what was actually done LMAO] Im a grown ass adult who thinks I shouldn't have any responsibility to protect my mostly child audience pwease tell me I sound reasonable." We are not rewriting this narrative to be nice to them come on guys.

Their care about the victims to these people is SO PISS POOR, they won't even add A WARNING A WARNING a sentence in the desc saying 'hey these two people suck don't watch if that would upset you'. Then at the same time are telling people to just not watch it if they don't like it? HOW??? IF YOU WON'T WARN THEM WHAT'S IN IT THEY CAN'T AVOID IT?? Almost like admitting they have two abusers in their map would be like... A bad look or something and they care abt that more than others safety or comfort.

Also they deleted my reply to their comment saying all this so no, they're not "being reasonable" this is purely and simply protecting the horrible artists who did that shit. Let's not play devil's advocate for ppl who draw CP please-

jesus christ calm down i was just giving my uninformed opinion on the situation because people asked. did you not see my reply adding that if they purposefully blocked people warning about dangerous people in the fandom, they have no right to complain when people point out that they have unsafe people in their map?

how the fuck did you jump from that to me ‘playing devils advocate for people who draw cp’???

if i sound defensive its because i. am. obviously.

#yeen rambles #ask

[sweatandwoe]

My unpopular opinion is Mel is horrible. Her manipulative decisions are not “girlboss” or whatever and her simple classism just reminds me of people I used to know and am now I’m therapy for. Sure she has motivation but she is honestly horrible in my eyes end of. (Also the fact that people excuse it because she’s hot 😭???????)

strongly disagree

I ain't with you on this one anon, I'm sorry you got hurt by people similarly but I went on Mel defense here so if you don't feel comfortable reading it, please don't, stay comfy on the internet\

also enjoy some essay word vomit that is not structured at all

I think Mel's character is super fun, and also there's big reasons why the writers never had her ever interact with any citizen of the undercity (like even Viktor we never see them talk once in the entire show and considering their proximity to Jayce, it's kinda weird) and that is because Mel is shown to hate violence and suffering repeatedly throughout the show

Mel never interacts with anyone with the Undercity. Not even in the riot scene do we see her there, only the aftermath with the dead enforcers. I think the writer's knew it wouldn't have made any sense for her character to do it, when she's shown to detest violence so much it had her sent away from her family/country.

Mel has to be blind to how bad it is, in order for her to continue on. Because it wouldn't make no sense for her to have so much dislike of violence

Like even in the show's evidence with hextech weapons, with her mother in these scenes

"We need that weapon, Mel. Let the war unfold. And then you come home. Take your place at my side. It's where you belong."

Mel could've very easily taken the route that would've brought her back to her mother, her family. Something she is shown to clearly yearn for with her paintings.

But what does she do?

She gives it all up. Because she wants peace with Zaun. Because she doesn't want those weapons to be made and she knows this is a way to do it. (Unfortunately, one has already been made because this decision comes too late)

I'm tired of people writing Mel as this ruthless person, when in reality she's just ignorant and blind. Mel is compassionate when she realizes the wrongness of actions.

Like I love the idea of her interacting with Silco too for that one scene instead of Jayce. And Silco having no idea how to handle a piltie who is like 'wait all that's been happening?' because she just never witnessed or saw the details. Children dying would probably be like 'wait hold up' for Mel.

The writers constantly keep Mel from witnessing the horrors of the Undercity and there is very strong reasons for that. Because if she saw it, she probably would've pressed for change a lot sooner

I also feel like a lot of Mel hate is unfair, the fact that she in the end, does see the light and realizes 'shit's fucked' and uses her sway on the council to vote for peace with Zaun.

which in comparison to Heimerdinger who I feel gets way not enough hate. Heimerdinger literally sees and witness how bad the Undercity is and stays for like a day in it and is like 'oh they don't want my help' ??? YOU ARE THE REASON THEY NEED HELP SIR

Heimerdinger should get way more hate, where's that picture of boxer!silco hitting him. Need it back on my dash now

anyway

TLDR

Mel is compassionate, but blind to what happens to those outside of her small circle. If she were to see what happened, I 100% believe Zaun would've been freed a lot faster. Let Mel and Viktor talk one time damn it. Let Mel and Silco have that one scene instead of Silco and Jayce. Let her see Zaun and fight for freedom and be compassionate and we need more of those characters

Send me unpopular opinions

#i wanted to make an empath joke so badly #but held myself back #mel merdarda #i really said came here to defend mel merdarda cause I love her #arcane #compassionate characters just destroy me okay #I love when people show compassion #sweaty asks #ask game

[qualityfartwerewolf]

All I need is for someone to listen!

@octobergrim @gnomethievery @sammysundog @motherpsyduck @bethisims

All I wanted was for someone to listen to me. To hear me out and actually understand how hard this is for me. I never meant to cause trouble I really didn't, I never did all this to be creepy, or a stalker, or to break anyone's boundaries. I just needed someone to listen, it didn't matter if you let me back or not if you guys have listened.

In normal circumstances (when I am not triggered or having a psychotic episode) I can actually be very kind, loving, and sweet, it's only when I'm going through an episode where I act crazy and say the weirdest, meanest, insufferable, hateful, terrifying, out of pocket shit! I shouldn't have to apologize for being mentally insane, but you guys deserve that just for all that my mental disorders put you through!

I mostly behave this way if I get triggered by something, or if someone says or does something that upsets me greatly, then I break off from it and I regret it later and I try to reach out to the people that I hurt to try and fix it.

Obviously, this behavior isn't normal, nothing about me is normal, do you guys think it's normal to have thoughts about gouging your own eyes out? Do you think it's normal to self-harm or think about blood pouring out of your eyes, or mouth? Those tweets I sent to Sam and Clare in May are indeed disturbing, but that doesn't hold a candle to what goes on inside my head. But to refresh your memories I have to say that:

I am NOT a threat to ANYONE. Except for myself! I went too far and I know I did. I still don't feel ready to move on yet.

I know I am hateful and I don't mean to be, some of the tweets I sent to other people were not based on race or gender or anything. I was angry, and I said horrible things without thinking when I was angry.

Not to mention Alcohol makes me impulsive and I just do stupid things and say stupid things like I did last night.

I also have a right to my own opinion, just because I am a woman doesn't mean I have to be a Democrat, I just don't agree with communism, that's it, I don't like communism and that's why I vote Republican, can't get more simple than that. (Yes I am a capitalist, I guess you can add that to your list of reasons to hate me lol) But what I like more than Capitalism and Communism is TRUE freedom.

I am Anti-Racism

I am Anti-Misogyny

I am Pro-LGBT

I am Anti-Ableist

I am Pro-Palestine

I am Anti-Communism

I am a conservative and a Christian, I wanted to break the stigma against people like me, but I did a poor job of doing that (I am ashamed of my behavior though, and I lash out because you guys paint me as a bad guy when I just want to fix things.)

I am not less of a feminist because I refuse to get an abortion and because I refuse to be a misandrist

I am not less of an LGBT ally just because I want to protect children

I am not Racist just because I got into an argument with a person of color, or because I'm white.

I am not ableist because I came up with ONE theory on why I might have autism (because no one in my family has it but me) and also because I used an offensive word ONCE and never again.

You guys are just judging a person on the internet that you don't know. We can still talk this out and work this out! Then I'd be more willing to leave you alone!

I didn't mean to start shit, the ban triggered a trauma response in me, then Pheobe died the next day. I just don't want to be abandoned again.

What I want more than anything else in this world is to fix things, I promise to not pull this shit again, and to stop drinking when I am depressed. Please, guys.

At least think about it.

#sammy sundog #lgbt #autism #neurodivergent #feminism #blm #nonbinary #lesbian #sims 2 #gay #Abandonment #emotional neglect #guilt #childhood trauma #isolation #trauma #abandoned #abandoment issues #Sorry #i’m sorry

[go-go-devil]

My friend @silenthillmutual tagged me to answer some fic writer's ask game questions, so without further ado...

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

17 as of right now.

2. What is your AO3 wordcount?

181,115

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly Hylics, but I've dabbled in several different fandoms. I've also written for the band Ghost, Pathologic, Knock-Knock, created the Neverending Nightmares tag on AO3 which still only contains the 3 fics I wrote for it, and am currently writing an epic novel-length Dark Souls fanfic!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1) Outcasts in an Overcast - 109

2) Dedusmuln Uncharted: The Hunt for the Paper Cup - 78

3) Molding A Legacy - 61

4) The Moon is Down - 60

5) Chaos Inverted - 51

Basically most of my Hylics fics lol 🌙 🎸🌯

5. Do you respond to comments?

I always try to respond to every comment I get since it's not often that I get any. There were a few that ended up slipping through the cracks of my memory, and to those I'm sorry since it now feels kinda weird to respond to a comment written years ago, but mostly if you see a comment that I haven't answered it most likely means I've already responded to the person on another social media site.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Definitely a tie between The Moon is Down and Chaos Inverted, but frankly that's to be expected since Gibby's such a doomed character. Out of all the blorbos I had to write Shakespearean levels of angst for it somehow ended up being the clay alien who's head looks like an orange and/or zoopals plate XD

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Ironically it's a Pathologic fic I wrote two years ago called Like A Fire Melting Us Down. Basically a hurt/comfort fluff fic featuring Murky and Daniil bonding over both being autistic. It's probably the only fic I've written fic I've written that has a definitively happy ending, as in there's no room for darker speculation for the future or anything like that.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully no. If anyone out there doesn't like my fics they've done good not to harass me about it.

9. Do you write smut? If so, which kind?

No.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest crossover you’ve ever written?

The only crossovers I've written thus far both involve the game Knock-Knock; either the Lodger interacting with Thomas Smith from Neverending Nightmares or Daniil Dankovsky from Pathologic.

The latter comes from the fic Intruder, which I'm most proud of of all the crossovers I've done so far, yet I'm kinda surprised no one else has attempted this themselves or entertained the idea of my fic since Knock-Knock was what inspired Pathologic: The Marble Nest to begin with. I guess it's true that there are only 12 Western Knock-Knock fans left on the internet...

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Also thankful this hasn't happened yet.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but if anyone wants to please let me know. I'd be more than happy for my stories to cross language barriers!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

One time my fellow Hylics fic veteran bombcollar wrote a story called Dedusmuln's Dossier, which is all about Dedusmuln documenting all of the enemies in Hylics 2, and which I contributed two pieces of writing for The Hand of Moodbleen and Carassius! It's an awesome fic I recommend any Hylics fan check out, and I had some good fun thinking of what I wanted them to say about these two uniquely annoying enemies.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Goddammit I don't fucking know lmao. I don't take shipping as seriously as other people do. For now I'll say Burakhovsky for all the beautiful art I've seen for it, the Hylics crew being in a queerplatonic polycule and, just to throw an insane curve ball at everyone in the room, Siegmeyer/Domhnall ;-)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I'm gonna finish 'em all one day. I will not leave my children to rot in the pits of Writer's Block Hell...

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've been told by many people that they tend to really love the way I write dialogue for each of the characters I work with, original or already created. I'm also a lover of environmental descriptions and am always trying to build upon and improve in that aspect into my works.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Probably fight scenes since I've had so little practice, and due to a lot of the books I read not really having that many. I'm hoping To The Accursed can help me improve on that front, since Dark Souls is so heavily combat-oriented.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I haven't gone farther than using singular words in other languages as of right now. That's something I'm definitely gonna need to step up on later down the line, particularly since there will be Dark Souls characters I'll be writing soon who will be speaking some sentences in Latin and Welsh respectively.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The Swedish metal band Ghost! It was a story called For A Divine Cause which was about Papa Emeritus Primo realizing he suffers stage fright right before he's supposed to start touring for the first album, and thus summons his younger brother Terzo to help shape him up into being a good front man.

It's without question the worst of my fics from a writing and technical perspective, but it was the first one I ever wrote so that's kinda to be expected. I am pleasantly surprised it has so many kudos and bookmarks after all these years!

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Honestly, I'm think I'm gonna have to make it a tie between Dedusmuln Uncharted and Chaos Inverted.

The first is the fic where I truly started getting more creative in my writing (and is my first full made podfic which I'm even more proud of!), while the latter was sooooo much fun to write and gave me the confidence to write novellas. The Hylics fandom has been so supportive of my work, and I thank you all for being the best fandom experience I've ever had <3

That was fun! I'll tag @bombcollar, @pinkiepiebones, and @brainshock-alpha for this one ✏️✨

#tag game #my writing #fanfic

[melancholic-entrails]

( sort of long rambles, anyone can interact, stay civil. )

anything can be used to groom someone/desensitise them to real life rape and sexual assault and incestuous situations and violent situations. anything. that includes your fanfic with incest themes.

i'm not saying that it's morally reprehensible to write these things.

i'm saying that it can be used.

if you wanna write stuff that talks about / involves taboo topics, good for you, just do these:

tag properly

put a disclaimer on the bio

ex: something simple like " i don't condone this in real life, read the tags and trigger warnings here:"

if you want to recommend something messed up to someone properly warn them so they don't go in blind.

this is a complex topic, and it isn't as easy as proship/antiship.

it's ok if your thing isn't someone else's, and someone else's isn't yours. there are things wrong with fandom culture, to be honest. about how you can just easily speak with anyone you want about certain things, the internet blurs boundaries. i'm not denying that.

that is everyone's responsibility. if you were groomed by a media, that is not your fault. it is the fault of your groomer(s).

it is also not the media's fault, if it is fictional. if it has taboo subjects mentioned and it isn't genuine, real life children being exploited **in the media itself**, it isn't the media's fault. hell, even then, it would be the creators' / the groomer who manipulated a child/anyone into creating the media.

if it is real child pornography, with real life children being filmed and hurt. that is inexcusable. and that is the media creators' fault. the creator in these situations is the one who either made it, knowing it is hurtful. or the one who was manipulating someone into making it.

if you have been groomed with certain media, but the media itself/ the media creator themselves aren't the perpetrators, it is perfectly alright, acceptable, good, to not feel comfortable interacting with that media or seeing posts and the like about it.

that does not mean all the people that enjoy that media / created that media are the same as your perpetrator.

fans of the media / tropes that were used to groom you are not your groomer.

that does not mean you have to interact with the media at all, or interact with the fans of the media. it just means that you need to acknowledge, to move forward, that they are not your groomers.

fandom spaces do have a long ways to go, with people tagging things properly, warning things properly, speaking with each other in a civil way, etc, etc. that much, i think, everyone can agree on.

as i said before, this is a very complex topic. i'm also not the best at articulating my words. i just think that this is very important, more so than being a proshipper, or an anti-shipper, or not liking someone elses' kinks, or being absolutely sex repulsed or squicked out by incestuous or age gap ships, or being triggered by those things.

fandom should be a community where people can share their interest in topics without being afraid of getting sent death threats or being triggered wherever they go.

please, tag things properly. please, be civil with each other. stop calling people proshitters and antishitters and telling them to kill themselves and what have you. we all just want to feel safe in a place where we can talk about media we like.

tag things properly. it doesn't matter who you are. tag things properly. please.

( anyone can interact with this post, as long as they stay civil in the replies, comments, etc, and if anyone else has anything to add that they feel would be of note on this topic, please comment. because it's more nuanced than "ew, this person likes fictional incest." thanks. )

#shipping discourse #proship #antiship #comship #proship discourse #anti harrassment #anti anti #anti #proshipping #thoughts on proship #sorry for the text length #tagging a lot to reach larger audience #if anyone has anything else to add reply #stay civil #discourse #fandom #fandom wank #purity culture #fandom purity culture #anti censorship #anti discourse #anyone can interact #just some thoughts #fandom safe space #fandom discourse #fandom culture #fandom debates #dead dove do not eat #american feelings yakuza #anti harassment

[hihimissamericanbi]

hiiii lantern, amber, & quilt please 🍂🎃🧡

Hi 🫦🫴🏼🫴🏼💦 (sorry) (🫦) (sorry)

🎃Lantern: best friend lore

Sorry babe you opened up the floodgates on this one.

I have several best friends and all their lore is remarkable. One of them I've known since I was four and we bonded over our love for spiders and playing dress up and wanting to marry each other instead of boys (ew). One of them introduced my husband and I to each other when we were all fifteen. We've all kept each other all these years and have survived a lot of shit. I quite literally wouldn't be here without her. One of them is my platonic soulmate I met as an adult and she is my James in that, there is no real word for what we are to each other but there doesn't really have to be. There's a lot of choice and intentionality in our relationship.

And this doesn't even cover the iron-clad relationships I have with several other important groups of people, who are all my family in every way that matters.

I have kind of a thing about friendships I think, about not being afraid to commit to them, to let the love in, to make all the long distance work. That's something I've learned about myself in adulthood.

And I think I also have to acknowledge my high school best friend here. We are still friends and love each other very much, but our relationship is different now from what it was fifteen years ago. Sometimes I wish I could tell her she was my first love, and I wish I had had the space and the language to have told her that back then.

😬Amber: Unpopular opinion

I really couldn't care less to debate fandom characterizations so I'll make this about something real bc it's my blog and I care about this.

TW: infertility, pregnancy, family separation, adoption, queer parenthood

I have learned a lot about the realities of the institution of adoption, things I didn't know until I started looking into it after I couldn't have biological children. After literal years of research, therapy, following and listening to the voices of adult adoptees, I largely don't support adoption, at least in the way most Americans/Westerners consider it. I am RABID about the intersectionality between children's liberation and queer liberation, not to mention all the other identities that overlap when you're discussing these topics: race, class, sex, gender, religion, etc.

*THIS POST IS NOT COMING FOR ANYONE I promise. Also, just to spell it out in case there was a shed of doubt, I do not believe a set type of person or people is better suited to raise a family than another. BEING A GOOD PARENT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOUR GENDER OR ORIENTATION. I just happen to occupy a very unique little corner of the evangelical>infertile>queer agnostic pipeline that gives me unpopular opinions on, say, a lot of adoption tropes in queer fanfic. Tropes i would have seen absolutely nothing wrong with before learning from adoptees. I am thrilled to point people to resources and activists in this space if you would like to learn more. I am also thrilled to ignore/block/delete anyone wanting to have an argument on the godforsaken internet. That's not for this page, pick another one 😊

Tldr: adoption tropes in fic and media in general---epecially baby-on-the-doorstep/infant adoption--is not a viable happily ever after ending for a queer couple to me.

Uh.... next question, I guess??

☕️Quilt: How I take my tea/coffee

Coffee. And it's oatmilk. Not picky but I do love a nespresso with oatmilk or a nitro cold brew with oatmilk. I have also been known to order a cappuccino.

Does anyone even want to play after that dumpsterfire

#this got... very far away from me #ask game #autumn asks #blackberry tag #thank you for indulging me i hope i didnt ruin your entire day with my bullshit #on friendship #finding queerness after infertility #TW adoption #tw infertility

[annakacoyett]

Parents, whatever you do, please please PLEASE don't take away your children's lifelines, especially when they're in a vulnerable age.

Today, my dad made me delete my AO3 account and the emotional pushback was one of the worst feelings I've experienced.

It's not like it was unguided either, nor was the decision to do so uninformed.

My dad only wants the best for me, both my parents do, and I know that. I know that they love me, and I know that they'll be there for me in more ways than one.

But on some days, it's really fucking hard to see that.

Today was one of those days.

I've been briefed with the dangers of the internet at that start of grade five. I have had my issues with technology misuse as well. In those times, my only interest was youtube and shitty (and I say that with the most loving tone possible) gacha glms with cliche plotlines.

I loved reading, anyone that knows me can tell you that. I have more books stacked in my room than my mom's study. I also love animes and cartoons--- what kid doesn't? I discovered Darling In The FRANXX that summer and I was hooked (the love story was tragic and it was one of the first times I felt the hurt).

I love stories, I love reading them, I love imagining myself as one of characters as well.

So you can imagine what 11 year old me did when she found the existence of fanfiction. Of AO3 and a bunch of other sites like Fanfic.net, Wattpad and Quora.com.

I was estactic, more ways than one. One of the best things that came from that eye opening discovery for me was the community behind it.

People sharing their work for free? Other people loving it and being supportive to the author simply because they can? The entire treasure trove of possibilities and stories that everyone made, shared, and got love for it?

The entire concept was forgein to sixth grade me.

I was aware it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. I know how cyberbullying works, I've seen how hateful and downright terrible people can be behind a screen, hell, one of my best friends was being bullied by the entire grade that way.

(Reported it and got every single one of my acquaintences marked black on their student records that year. Some tried to bully me afterwards but by that point, I was armed with quirkless vigilante Midoriya Izuku stories and as an inspiring artist, I was feeling particularly creative. I won the school's art talent show that year with my comic being sent to every parent, student and teacher on the school's email list (Covid-19's only contribution to my life).)

Me being me, I signed up for AO3. I read for a while, and doing not much else. I had over 20 tabs opened on any given day, all with different stories. I wandered around many fandoms, all related to the media I was consuming at the time.

I remembered thinking 'why doesn't this certain fic exist?' After all, the entire concept of fanfiction was to create things that don't ever get to see the light of day otherwise, right?

I didn't hit me until the annual book week competiton (online) the school held.

I was supposed to write them. Write the stories that I love so much. Give that tiny idea a spark of life, and watch it expand and embrace other readers lovingly.

English is my second language, and my grammar was actrocious until I started reading. Reading fanfics. I never realized how annoying not having the right sequence of words can be, for the writer and for the reader as well.

Until I saw with my own two eyes a badly writen Wattpad oneshot with P.O.V. formatting and horrible first person perspective.

My writing skills improved, and my teachers were questioning me left and right about my supposed misuse of 'online writing/paraphrasing tools'. It was amazing seeing how my grades improved.

But I was still hesitant.

I asked my mom to see if I should write a story that I thought of. She told me fiction wouldn't help me later in life, that living in a delusional fantasy world wasn't what made her and dad sucessful (in words a 6th grader can unserstand).

I asked my dad the same thing. He looked me in the eyes and told me that if I couldn't solve a motherfucking math problem as easy as the one I asked him for help the other day*, I shouldn't be daydreaming about doing useless shit like this (again, in words an eleven year old could understand).

*I was learning the Ontario ciriculum. Dad learned the government issued one when he was a kid. The contents taught at different grades vary, because they both have different endgames (my school aims to improve on student's learning skills (responsibility, cooperation, initative, etc.) while his was focused on material study value (memorizing formulas, being able to write a 6 page discriptive essay in twenty minutes, memorizing the periodic table, etc.)). What I was learning was taught to him at grade 4. He was very frustrated that I couldn't solve a simple math problem on basic probability while I was panicking/crying next to him because I didn't understand what he was yelling at me for.*

My sister was begging me to spare people from my crazy ideas because she being tortured with them was enough (she was three years younger than me).

I was lost, to be honest. But again, fanfiction spoke to me like some deranged fandom god and I remebered a line that  basically boiled down to 'If you give up because haters want you to, they're winning.'

So I wrote my first fanfiction. Took me a week to muster up the courage to post it.

I waited.

Three hours later, I had my first hit.

I was up in the clouds. Somebody read it. Someone read my supposedly idiotic idea.

Twleve hours later, my first kudos came in.

I was in heaven all over again.

Days, weeks, months passed.

And the support and love just kept coming in.

I was happy. I found my community. I have people showing me that they appreciated my hard work, my dedication to my story. I improved so much since I started. I learned that it was okay to be burnt out. I learned that it was perfectly fine if you needed a break from other people, sometimes even your hobby. I learned that not everyone enjoys the same thing, and to not really mind it if I get a mean comment here and there. I learned that if it was there choice to read my work, hate on it, and make that hate known when they could've pressed the 'go back' button, they aren't worth my emotional strength.

The AO3 community taught me more about life than my own parents. It happened in the span of eight months.

I walked into grade 7 with a spring in my step, with a new confidence in myself. Fanfic stayed with me throughout those times, even when puberty forced me to make some incredibly irrational decisions during my mood swings.

Writing, creating, and sharing my artworks became one of my lifelines. It was something I loved. Loved more than reading itself.

In 8th grade, I made new friends. A new girl transferred, and she was basically glued to her laptop with her large, heavy glasses falling off every 10 minutes. I engaged her in conversation, and she asked me if I watched Haikyuu.

That opened a new dam of possibilities.

I didn't watch the anime, nor did I read the manga, but I was circulating around crossovers long enough to know much of the storyline (TPN x Haikyuu! was one of my favorites).

She and I became fast friends.

It became clear to me that she has issues of her own. Issues that I once had, but much more severe.

She starved herself during lunch for over two months because she didn't have enough time to complete her never ending extracirricular work that her parents made her do. She was shitting terrified of her own mother, so much so that during our Halloween party, she was having a panic attack and trying to eat glass because the container of food she brought broke (it dropped because someone bumped into her) and her mother made it (it took three of us to hold her back and my homeroom teacher (bless you Mr. Kaan) telling her to blame him if her mother asks for her to stop trying to hospitalize herself). She had emotional breakdowns over every single grade she recieved because it wasn't a perfect score like her parents were expecting (her grades averaged around 89-99 depending on the subject).

I did my best to help her, but I could only do so much as a kid.

So I gave her what held me through my self-justified fights with my family--- AO3, fanfiction and creative writing.

She came a long way since then. Her changes were astounding and her personality shifted from 'desperate people pleaser' to 'eccentric but pretty chill lunatic'. Her mother was less than pleased with how obnoxiously weird her daughter was getting, but my friend was finding herself again after 9 years of dedicating her life to academics and no way in hell was I going to let her feel bad about that.

My own grades were around a 95% average, and my parents were happy. My English mark only got better, and I also wrote a fic in Vietnamese to further strengthen my native writing.

Then shit hit the fan.

I came home today exhausted from school--- my head was a mess, highschool wasn't easy; especially when you have PE last period. I dropped dead on my bed as soon as a stepped into my room, sweaty uniform and all.

When I woke up, dad was home and three hours passed.

I took a shower, did some prep for dinner while waiting for my mom to finishing her run, and relaxed on the couch with my sister and dad.

Dad looked at me and said 'Oh yeah. [OP] you're not allowed to write those stories of yours anymore.'

I asked him why. He won't just randomly do things like this.

'You're a kid, you don't understand the dangers of the internet.'

He then proceeded to list out the suicide statistics from people who ended themselves from the hate they recieved online.

It's a horrible thing.

But I already knew that. I knew since I was given my dusty old tablet that needed an ethernet cable to work. That was four years ago.

What astonised me was that it took my dad, a man who was resourceful and very competent, four fucking years to find out about this.

I distinctly remember him making me quit a fandom discord server after my sister befriended someone online and got not so nice things said to her. I also distinctly remember him reading through my messages, private ones with my friends, classmates and teachers in my DMs, groupchats and emails to make sure i wasn't slacking off. He also had his IT guy install a tracking function on my laptop to monitor my shit.

I get where he was taking this--- he and mom didnt have the best online support sharing their experiences in life. They got harrased, hated on, walked all over and accused of horrible things. My parents braved through it all, and never faltered even if they got spitted on.

Now that he was armed with the knowlegde that I could potentially be harmed to death, something even worst than what he experienced, he wasn't willing to give it up to chance.

Dad didn't believe I was ready. He thought I was lucky to haven't encountered a single mean comment before he got his wake up call and enforced this. He doesn't believe in the existence of a communtiy that didn't gain anything for their contributions, but still existed.

It was too good to be true for him, and he told me as such.

I was the younger one here, by decades. I was his kid, and I was the bumbling fawn that didn't know better.

I was told I didn't understand, wouldn't understand what he was doing for me.

My mom agreed.

But I did.

I know what they're trying to do. I know that they only want the best for me, that they didn't want me to face the dangers yet.

But I already have, and came out victorious on the other side, better than ever.

I told them so seriously, and added that I was aware of the dangers and already seen what it was like. I saw what it can do to a person, my fifth grade bestie wad proof of that, and was on the recieving ends of some nasty hate myself.

This didn't deter them, only alarmed them about how nonchalant I was being. They told me I was delusional, that I was adeicted to finding praise and validation by strangers on the internet and that I was wasting my time and effoet over a useless hobby that didnt give me anything in return. That I was being a hormonal teenager who only pushed her loving parents away, that frankly nobody cares about my works, that it's shit compared to what other better, more talented and much more sucessful people have written.

They said the fact that I've seen what vitirol could be spilled online and haven't ran away with my tail betwen my legs only proved that I was vulnerable to the clutches of such a toxic environment. That I wasn't ready for the hate, and I don't need unwarranted attention over some words that a baby could babble.

That's what they said.

That was not true.

That was SO not true.

I wasn't delusional, I wasn't a starry eyed kid that was naive to the horrors of society. I didn't waste my time, I didn't maintain a 'unsustainable' hobby because of my need to feel uselessly egoistic. I wasn't being irrational over my hurt, I wasn't being weak for standing strong against the wave.

I know I wasn't the best out there, that so many more could do better than me. I learned I didn't need to work for love, that it should be given freely for those that need it. I understood that my works of art are unique and I should feel proud of them, and I believe I did it even better than they could have.

I have pride in my works, my accomplishments, my understanding and lessons that I've learned independent from what my real life adult figures taught me.

And it paid off. My works have 3-4k hits each.

Three thousand to four thousand people have read my story. My works that my family didn't believe was any good.

Even my cousins, whom I see as my older siblings, were skeptical of how sucessful I was until it smacked them right in the face.

I was proud of what I did, and I have every right to.

My dad wasn't happy.

I put up a fight. I didn't want to give up my babies, I didn't want to abandon my unfinished projects. I have three running series, I have friends that I supported, that supported me. I have people tell me how much my work meant to them, and I told other authors how much their works meant to me as well.

My mom had this thing were she tells me to do something that she wanted me to do that was either out of my comfort zone, I wasn't ready to or just plain refused--- and that she'll tell me I did a good job afterwards.

It was empty praise. But I still did it because it was the only validation I recieved as a child.

Then I had other people tell me that I did good, out of their violation. That I was amazing, that I should be proud of myself. These were total strangers on the internet. Someone behind the screen loved what I did more than my mom, my dad, my sister, my family.

It helped me. It was pretty much the only stable support pillar I had that I knew I didn't need to uselessly maintain. That the communtiy would still be there for me even if I stopped posting for several years and never came back.

Everything that I had was destroyed with a psuh of a button. Dad gave an ultimatum.

Either I never post again, delete my account completely and never step foot into AO3 again, even for reading; or all my technology would be conficasted until I did so.

It was a no brainer. I would've easily given up my techno privilegdes for my stories to live on.

But theres a catch.

Finals was in four weeks.

And in those four weeks, I have summative projects and assignments that were worth up to 50% of my grade.

I can't do any of those projects or the finals itself without my tech.

Dad knew this. He sent me some study material just yesterday.

And he was there, watching my mom press the delete button. I wasn't even able to orphan my works--- mom pressed the 'delete completely' option.

I'm angry.

I'm mad.

I'M LIVID.

I am sobbing while writing this. It hurts. It so goddam bad. It hurts because your only reliable source of support was taken away violently. It hurts because you parents treat you like a maniac anti-fan. And that they're so stuck up in their heads that they didn't even consider what it would do to me.

Dad asked me why I didn't tell them before, why I didn't come to them as soon as I saw my first hate comment, why I still stick to this despite them teaching me better. Why I felt the need to share my works to the world, because it's obviously because I want the praise.

The man that told me my works were useless and shit just two minutes before, was asking me this.

I wanted to tell him how I cried myself to sleep the day someone wrote how bad my spelling was. To tell him how his words and actions had hurt me today as much as it did years ago. How much of my efforts I put in to even get a simple 'good work' from them with varying degrees of success. How my best friend's first ever fanfic was gifted to me, on that account, because I was the only one who supported her in her dark times. How mom dragged me kicking and screaming to my first book week writing competition against my will, nearly annhiliating my desire to write before I found my community.

How recieving each kudos felt, how reading every suppoetive comment was like. How waking up one day to see a long-forgotten fic that I'd subscribe to had updated, how giddy I feel when finding just the right fic that had all elements I wanted.

It hurts.

It hurts so damn much.

My account was gone four hours ago, and I'm crying on and off for the tye majority of it.

It hurts because I loved it. I loved everything to do with my works--- the ideas, the writing, the motivational dips and dives, but most importantly, I loved sharing my work to the world.

Because I'm comforted by the fact that somewhere out there, my idea was still alive, and people are still reading it.

It hurts because my characters are part of me. Their characterization was so different from their originals, but it was my charcterization that lived to tell the tale.

It hurts because my love was there, my art was there, my people were there. Ones that don't blame me, ones that appreciate me, ones that understand me, all through a screen.

It hurts because I wrote those fics as what I wished would've happened to me, that I know could've happened to me had I have someone to guide me.

It hurts because I know that people loved my ideas and urged me to write more. Are WAITING for me to write more.

It hurts because I couldn't imagine a day were I wouldn't have taken 5 minutes out of my day and read a masterpiece, write one, or search for one.

It hurts because those wonderful stories made me laugh, made me cry, made me happy and sad and all sorts of other things.

It hurts because I enjoyed every single one of those moments.

It hurts because I spent the last four hours typing this and crying and still couldn't find the right ways to say that IT HURTS.

I hate it.

Hate this feeling. Hate my decision to stand by. Hate that my works are gone forever.

Some part of me hates it, loathes that I managed to forgive my parents for this, that I understood they meant well.

It hurts so damn much.

I want to scream. I want to kick a wall. I want to throw myself out of the motherfucking window.

I didn't do any of that.

I just cried.

It hurts so much because I know people in real life that loves my works, that appreciate my efforts, that know I wasn't just some kid that had no idea what's happening.

It hurts because those people weren't my parents.

My parents were the ones who laughed those ideas off. My parents were the ones who scrunched their noses and reminded me time and time again how much money I was costing them for the betterment of my life. My parents were the ones that love me, that I know I love, but took and torn away my love and forced me to shut it tight somewhere no one can see.

One question my dad asked me was why I didn't show him my works. Why I wanted to share it with total strangers.

This is why.

I showed it to him, once. I showed it to my mom, once. I showed it my sister, once.

Dad criticized my use of vocabulary, telling me I could do better and that to not waste my time on this.

Mom demanded to know why I wasn't working on something worthwhile, like my persuasive writing skills to aid my college application, but this.

My sister's was perhaps the kindest reaction I got.

She laughed.

She laughed so hard she had tears down her eyes, chortling uncontrollably at my six hour piece of work.

She laughed and then asked me to never write again, childishly repeating what my parents told me to in over a hundred different ways but directly.

I remebered it like it was yesterday.

She laughed, but she cared.

My sister was the only one who bothered to look at my fics, gave me any feedback and told our relatives about my work.

She was trying to make fun of me, of course, like the baby sister she is. But she cursed out my cousin who was joking about a charcter in my fic in all the curse words a tiny little kid like her knows.

My first reader was my sister, not my parents.

The first genuienely supportive comment was from a total stranger on the internet, not my parents.

The first adult to wholeheartedly read my fics, who loved what I did, was my 8th grade homeroom teacher, not my parents.

The first adult who gave me ideas as fellow fanfic author, who talked fanfic to me, was my elementary librarian, not my parents.

The ones who rupoed me away from all of that, who gave me so much grief in most terrifying fifteen minutes of my life, the ones who destroyed my golden pillar with the push of a button wasn't the dangers they warned me of, but my parents.

I think it hurts so much is because of two reasons.

One: everything I loved about myself, everything I could keep to myself, everything in my own colorful teenage world, everything that I made by myself, for myself, was non existant as of five hours ago.

Two: the people that caused it were my parents, ones I wished were everything I had against the world.

Dad told me once, that I need to be mindful of the tools I used, because if I'm not careful, they'll hurt me someday.

I find myself digusting comparing my parents as the tools in that saying, but it's true.

I still love them. I still love them aftet everything today.

But I hate them for doing that. I hate them for cutting away my lifeline.

So parents, guardians, caretakers, etc.--- please, please, PLEASE don't take away your child's lifeline. You don't know if that's their last, you won't know if you're not one of them.

For their sake.

#rant post #tw vent #parents #ao3 fanfic #please dont do this to your kids #it really #really hurts #i just want to put this out there for anyone that needs to hear this #just want to sleep en

[sketching-shark]

I always appreciate people who are willing to criticize LMK. Even if I don't agree with all your points. There's a vocal section of the fandom that do nothing but praise it and get upset when you find fault with it or any of their beloved characters. I like the show too but there are plenty of flaws and room for improvement. But many don't want to have that discussion. So it's just nice to see some watchers not mindlessly soak up everything the writers give us. Because despite what people say ad nauseum, the show isn't perfect.

Monkie Kid spoilers below:

Huh well anon firstly while I am aware that it can be hard to convey sincerity on the internet, genuinely thanks for messaging me with the approach that you can appreciate me complaining about a lego cartoon even while you don't agree with everything I'm saying. Too often I've seen even what started out as little disagreements in fandom circles explode into gigantic messes because of this all or nothing attitude that's engulfing more and more of fandom. I feel like that more than anything is the reason why I've adopted an perspective of "don't like don't read goes both ways" when it comes to fandom stuff; people should be free to praise or criticize a piece of media as much as they please as long as they're not harassing people over it, and one can follow, ignore, or block as one sees fit.

But hmmmm I know every fandom has its absolute admirers, but in terms of JTTW understandings in the west I feel like that's a liiiiiiitle bit worrisome here because of the way Monkie Kid--at least to me (haha yea subjective opinions ahoy)--seems to rapidly be falling victim to the storytelling detriments of "moar epic!," fandom character favoratism, and demand for angst. I mean, this show started out with the premise that it was going to be a fun adventure aimed at children where they'd get to by-proxy do cool things with one of the most beloved characters from Chinese mythology. But seasons 2, 3, and now 4 have been following this pattern of "Sun Wukong is largely absent--something really bad happens partially because of the big villain but also because the Monkey King made a massive miscalcuation that made everything 1000 times worse--Qi Xiaotian gets trauma upon trauma as a result--we all get together to blow something up at the end which magically fixes everything. FOR NOW."

So yea, in accordance with what seems to be general fandom tastes we get an increasingly traumatized Qi Xiaotian. We get a Six-Eared Macaque (the obvious fandom meow-meow) who now apparently used to be the main member of Sun Wukong's Best Friends Forever club and who obviously never did anything wrong evaaaaaar (what with the show forgetting about all the stuff he put Qi Xiaotian through & everything in the plot so far indicating the shadow monkey believed wholeheartedly in the Monkey King right before Sun Wukong the evil betraying bastard bonked him to death), and we get stakes that are literally about the fate of the entire world or even all of reality every season. But the cost of all of that was a plot structure that is increasingly failing to address many of its threads (hey remember how the Demon Bull family were the ones who released Lady Bone Demon? R we ever going to address that?), less and less and less genuine interactions between Sun Wukong and Qi Xiaotian, and, well, an increasing tendency in both fanon and canon to depict Sun Wukong as a careless screw-up at best and a selfish asshole at worst, or as a traumatized & miserable mess who needs to spend at least 100 years in therapy before he could even think about being anyone's mentor.

I mean hell, based on what I understand from the last twitter blow-up about all of this the response to the possibility that Sun Wukong was Qi Xiaotian's bio dad--you know, something that in a different context could have been a source of joy and excitement if it was about a father and son who had been torn apart through outside circumstances and were finally reunited--was first even MORE anger at the Monkey King for being a deadbeat dad on top of all his other screw-ups, and then relief when a lego show writer felt compelled to make it clear Sun Wukong was not the father. Because at this point if he was indeed Qi Xiaotian's bio dad, especially if Sun Wukong knew it the whole time, the implications would be really, really bad. Add all of that to every other character in Monkie Kid yelling at Sun Wukong for being a dumb idiot and/or terrible person, the absolute silence (except for some very brief flashbacks) on Sun Wukong's thoughts about any of this, and the "chaos monkey uwu" framework that Sun Wukong and his journey is already commonly understood through in the west (plus this weird reluctance and even refusal to consider what happened in the og classic that I've seen in some circles), and it feels like a lot of the Monkey King & co.'s nuance, complexity, and more fascinating aspects are being erased from common western perceptions of Journey to the West. And YEA obviously a silly lego show isn't going to get into the theological & moral complexities of a ~1,400 page novel, but given that Monkie Kid seems to have become one of THE primary ways that a western audience is being introduced to this story, I do wish that there was more of an effort to at least acknowledge what happened in the og classic.

IDK, in terms of Monkie Kid maybe future episodes will finally give us some answers for what happened to the og pilgrims that will be satisfying. Maybe they'll finally provide a decent aswer for why the Monkey King betrayed his sworn brotherhood and became a isolated failure who's hated by basically everyone who actually knows him. But as it currently stands I just think that if you've got a plot where the shifu and tudi pair now barely interact & a fan base where a significant portion is THAT quick to think the absolute worst of the Monkey King even though this is literally a silly lego show about having adventures with the Great Sage, then you really need to pause and think about why we're at this point :I

#anon answered #monkie kid

[goldie90]

Listen, no one said its "immoral" to talk about women getting horny or even that you're "going to hell" for it. Children will learn about those things from trusted, educated individuals like their parents or people who have the knowledge to properly explain those concepts to them. They shouldn't be learning about pussy getting wet from strangers on the Internet.

And let's be real, this conversation started as with "Hey, maybe tag your explicit content so we can filter it out." You are putting words into people's mouths, acting like the purity police are knocking on your door. Most people don't wanna see n/s/f/w randomly on their dash when they're not in the mood. All anyone has asked of you during the beginning of this conversation was to tag your things.

You literally keep exposing the fact that you don't have common courtesy for anyone else, that you're immature and that you only appreciate people you kiss your ass because you're entitled.

Okay firstly, NO it didn´t just started with this, but with someone harassing me all night long, firstly on anon, then off anon from different accounts as I found out later. Not to mention that with each message this person was getting more and more disrespectful, or the stalkerlike behavior of screenshooting my answers etc. This kind of behavior is sick and I think it shouldn´t be surprising that I´m not willing to discuss with someone like this. Same goes for the a**holes who showing up here to throw insults at me.

Now to the other point: Anon, this is a genuine question and if you can honestly answer it with “yes” then my apologies, but personally I can only answer it with “no”: Have you ever meet a child on tumblr who was so young that they don´t know about those things yet? I didn´t. I never met a person here who wasn´t at least a teen. And this leads to some other questions...

Anon, please try to remember, back when you were a teen...

Didn´t you know what sex is?

Didn´t your mother (or father, grandma/grandpa etc.) already told you about those things? 

Didn´t you talked about those things with your friends?

Did you never had a boyfriend/girlfriend before you were 18?

And I don´t wanna ask you this, because this is a very personal question, so instead of asking you, I will now talk about myself: At age 18 I hadn´t been a virgin for quite a long time. No, I already started to have sex four years before, at age 14. Now you can argue that this was quite young and that some others are not ready at this age and that´s right. Everyone has their own pace. Some people make/made their first experiences as young as I did, some do/did even younger and some others only do/did a few years later. And yes, some people wait/waited until adulthood and that´s fine. There is no right or wrong when it comes to such a personal decision. Only things that matter are that it´s your own decision, means you do it because you want to, not because you feel pressured etc., that when you are a teen your partner is someone the same age, or close to your age, someone you trust (and in the ideal case someone you love) and that you know how to act responsible and prevent things like stds and unwanted pregnancies. But I digress. What I´m trying to say is teens KNOW about sex, doesn´t matter if they already have sex or not, they know about it. Their parents already gave them “the talk”, their teachers most likely did too. They did read about it, talked with their friends about it etc. So you see, the “they shouldn´t learn about this from strangers on the internet” argument doesn´t make sense here, because they´re not learning about this from me - they already know. I would fully understand your concern if the thing we are talking about would be a full written out explicit porn scene, but this isn´t the case. I didn´t went into detail, hell t the word p*ssy wasn´t even in it, so I´m sorry but this thing isn´t even worth the fuss you make about it. 

#anon

[straightfromthetorturedpoetsdept]

Wealth oppression is still oppression and even if a human is still 99% privileged in all other aspects, they are STILL oppressed under capitalism if they are a worker.

Neoliberalism is the ultimate evil, and the harm it did to our political landscape is insurmountable. If The Left hadn't been so staunchly pro-capitalism in the early 00s, maybe so many poor white people wouldn't have fallen victim to the anti sjw to alt right pipeline.

I know it's fun to always criticize the other side, but some introspection never hurt anyone. Do you guys know WHY anti-sjw videos were so popular among poor white teenage men in particular? Do a YouTube search for anti-sjw debunk videos. The videos are all set up in exactly the same way: respond to accusations of social injustice with arguments of economic injustice to prove that you have it "just as bad" as everyone else does and "not all white people are rich."

None of us were class conscious enough at 15 to pick up on this was what was happening, so we just responded with "lol white male tears" ironically sending these teenagers the message to suck their pain up and deal with it because it's not real and doesn't exist- engaging in toxic masculinity standards ourselves while berating men for being "toxic."

Now, pause, I am not writing this as a defense of white men or asking you to forgive neonazis. Please understand that all relationships are two way streets and analyzing how we can do better next time is not asking you to forgive the sins of racist murderers, okay? Insane I have to write this but neurotypicals gunna neutrotyp.

Okay, back to it. So, if you really analyze what these white men were saying, it boils down to "you say white men are the problem but im living proof that I have no "privileges," because I'm poor or homeless x y z," and instead of really engaging with that response, the left just kind of made fun of men for expressing their feelings? And I am not saying they were right for how they responded and the level to which they took it there, but analyzing the way the rich have set us up against each other will only help prevent them for creating more neonazis in the future.

Socialism has been kind of painted as this response to whiteness, if you really think about why the anti sjw pipeline was so effective especially after a black man became president in 08, and therefore it has become associated with the black man's response to the white man. It really all started with rich men like Ben Shapiro making YouTube videos claiming that sjws are full of shit and then peddling hundreds of millions into making sure poor men were tuned in and listening as social justice warriors became increasingly frustrated with how ignorant everyone was to injustice in America.

If you read the new Jim crow, it discusses the LONG history of Rich Whites pinning Poor Whites against each other and how effective that has been in upholding Capitalism, Colonialism and Patriarchy for centuries. I really recommend reading that book because then this post will make a lot MORE sense when you see how the same tactics described in that book were used by rich men like Ben Shapiro to funnel millions into literal anti-black and anti-socialist propaganda on the internet for years before Trump was elected.

Why do you think the right has been calling the left communist for decades now, even when neoliberalism was the main form of left ideology in the U.S. at the time? Because they were equating the economic solution for poor white people's problem with the social solution for everyone else's problems being one and the same (eat the rich= they're coming after you, your children and they want thing you don't even have out of revenge for things that happened centuries ago).

This is why white people see white privilege as economic privilege and economic privilege only because for a long time, they were pretty synonymous. However, capitalism is a self-eating system and eventually the social privilege will fall to economic privilege because not everyone can be rich means not every white person can be rich (a truth that's hard to swallow for poor whites who have been racist for decades under the guise of "economic freedom"). Now we're in "late stage capitalism," which is what white people are calling normal capitalism but affecting a huge amount of whites now.

This is why there was a huge anti-feminism crave that came along with the anti-sjw wave because if white women start realizing gender is a social concept + our role in creating gender inequality everywhere but Europe, where our husbands did that for us, we can convert our white male family into socialists and they can't have that. This is why in colonized countries, Feminism Appropriating Reactionary Transphobia (FART) is more mainstream feminism now. They cannot have people realize that capitalism/Colonialism created gender inequality because once they do- once women wake up to what our gender really is, it's fucking over for the capitalists.

Women with gender studies degrees are all coming to the conclusion that our gender was created as a way to instill capitalism into the world, and this scares the shit out of feminists because feminists are- at their core- racist as fuck. Feminism is an ideology that was created to protect White Supremacy and it will react in the exact same way any other White Supremacist organization does when threatened.

Anyways, I say all of this to say that it's all connected. Everything has always been connected and poor whites need to grow up, wake up and realize rich whites have been playing them for fools for centuries. Eat The Rich doesn't mean attack all white people because they're so privileged, but this is at the heart of many neonazi fears today. They don't want to die for revenge when they have nothing to give.

If we start saying "yes, white men are oppressed. Not because of any social injustice but because economic injustice is truly colorblind." And we start explaining to these young teenagers and men that what they are feeling IS oppression, just not social oppression, they will be much less likely to fall victim to the anti sjw to alt right pipeline. Because they will know that black people aren't the problem, Rich Whites are.

Stopping poor whites from aligning with Republicans has been a consistent weak spot for the left for decades now and it's because of neoliberalism's love for capitalism. Admitting that white people do feel economic oppression is the first step in deradicalizing and preventing radicalization to begin with.

#wealth discourse #anti sjw to alt right pipeline #capitalism #racism #transphobia #social justice #white male tears #this didnt click for me until i watched a video on autism in the manosphere

[the-proship-hellhole]

Absolutely DESPISE anti logic of 'shipping children with adults/in general makes you a groomer!!'

**As someone that was groomed for a good 4 years, on online spaces by one guy, I can promise the fucker did not just stroll up to me and shove porn in my face. Groomers are manipulative, controlling parasites (much like antis themselves) that single you out and do whatever they can to get you away from fandom - away from safe group of adults, and people in general, that can help see the red flags a minor would not be able to comprehend. It was only after he had gained my trust, got me away from people and had me in private Skype chats, that the idea of NSFW came up - and even then, it wasn't using kids in said NSFW situations. Groomers, as awful as it sounds, can be smart and know what they're doing to get a minors trust. As said, they don't just shove porn into a minors face, or show ships of kids with adults, and suddenly they have their victim.

The fact Anti's immediately go to 'groomer', 'paedophile', and all that bullshit as soon as they see a minor being shipped fucking disgusts me. It completely undermines anyone that is an actual victim of those disgusting people. One day, a paedophile will do some bad fandom shit and hurt real children, but because Anti's have watered down the meaning to literally anyone with a """"problematic"""" ship, the victims won't be believed until it's too fucking late. Anti's insistence of using these accusations hurt more people in the long run than it does help.

Antis do not care about children. They don't care about people at all. All they care about is making themselves look like God's greatest gift, and it doesn't matter to them who they hurt along the way. As long as in their eyes they have the moral high ground, they couldn't give a single fuck about actual victims. Antis are the scum of fandom; part of me hopes they're young and will grow out of the mindset - I know I did, as after I was groomed, I did develop the mindset of 'any nsfw of anything is bad and if you draw it you're a disgusting person', I no longer hold these believes and realise they're fucking ridiculous. But deep down, knowing some of them are older than myself, means I don't have a lot of hope. I currently hvae 200+ blogs blocked, all antis.

Sorry about the rant, but seeing people call Lacey, yourselves, and other people I follow/know 'groomers' and 'paedophiles' pissed me off. Antis have no idea what a real groomer is, and when a child does end up being a victim, and isn't believed because so many anti's decide to cry wolf whenever they see something they don't like, not only will I blame the abuser, but the anti's themselves for stomping the meaning of the word into the ground.

Again, sorry about the rant. Outside of morons on the internet, I hope both mods have a good day.

**SideNote: I am fully aware I was way too young to be online, unsupervised, when I was groomed (10-14 to be exact). While it's not my fault I was groomed, it is my fault, in my opinion, for being in an online space that I did not know how to navigate in a proper and safe way. I did not include that for pity, I don't give a shit, but an example of how groomers actually fucking act when they want to groom a child. I now spend my time making sure my niece/nephew are safe and careful on the internet, not helicoptering them, but making sure they're aware of ACTUAL dangers like actual paedophiles, and how to block things that upset them instead of letting them post unhinged rants on the internet.

Holy Fuck, Anon. I am so sorry you had to go through that.

First thing I want to address is NO. None of this is your fault. It is the fault of the parasite that groomed you and it is the fault of the adults in your environment for not making sure that you were able to navigate the internet safely.

Second thing, thank you for coming forward with this example of how groomers actually act.

Third, please don't apologize for rants. You've probably seen the novels antis have sent in as well as the novels I've typed. Sometimes we just need to get shit out before it causes us to combust.

We hope you have a good day too, Anon. Please continue to stay safe.

~ Mod Niecest

#mod niecest #askbox

[vallygirl285]

A03 Posts On My Dash

Okay I'm not going to win any points but I'm just gonna say it. I'm sick of seeing all this crap about what A03 should and shouldn't do.

#1: Censorship and A03 needing to protect people from reading stories they find offensive or that 'trigger' some issue you as an individual may have.

Nope sorry I call bullshit on this. This whole needing an algorithm to filter stories you don't want to read...newsflash just bypass the damn story.

I have plenty of things come up when I click on tag that I don't want to read (and yes, some people tag horrible but that's life folks) and guess what I read the synopsis of the story and if it's nothing I want to read I do this amazingly difficult thing. I click the back button and move on. I know shocking isn't it.

#2: A03 needs better safeguards so children can't read inappropriate stories.

Ummm kids have always gotten their hands on inappropriate stuff (long before the internet). Everything is clearly marked and it's up to the adults in these kids' lives to put the parental filters and safeguard their own children.

Please I've listened to parents make comments like this and then in the next breath tell me which video games they've picked up for their precious child that are all Mature Rated where they are killing, raping and committing other violent acts in these games. Reading a dirty fan fic is going to scar them...not those violent video games...nope of course not.

#3: A03 is just a money-making machine. Go back to paper zines.

Ugghhhh spoken by people who never paid for physical zines, lugged said zines around a convention, housed said zines or had to get rid of them once you were done with it once in their life.

Guess what you can't just lurk on a physical zine if you can't pay for it, so you miss out on great stories. Nobody is holding a gun to anybody's head to donate.

I donate to help keep the sight running smoothly because as an adult with a decent income I choose to donate. I know that it is expensive to run servers and to keep legal counsel who protects our rights as writers and readers. I also vote in the elections because I do feel it's part of my responsibility as a paying member. I read everyone's bio/platform and make the best decision I can.

If you are so offended by A03 asking for donations from their members (again if they can afford it...this isn't mandatory), then go to FF where you can have a flipping ad between every other paragraph.

Basically, nobody is holding a gun to anyone's head to use A03.

If a story comes up because of a tag you clicked on that offends you...don't read it. Don't want to pay for the site...don't. They don't have it set up for subscribers only.

So, continue to lurk and if you aren't going to pony up to help keep the site running that's fine but don't complain to the people who do donate and certainly don't treat the people who pay as the 'suckers/assholes' stupid enough to pay.

If it wasn't for us, you wouldn't have A03 without ads, without real support staff and just have another FF site that goes down every other week. I use both sites and A03 is a thousand times better than FF in my opinion so I'm willing to support it.

#archive of our own #anti a03 hate #ao3 stuff #pro ao3