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bothoutsiders · 1 year

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word: screech (there's a 'keep reading' hiding the beginning for protection because tw: blood / tw: fake animal harm )

"What are you doing?" Jason's body tensed the moment he saw Dick picking up baby turtles from the sand.

Dick didn't even bother looking at him as he used both hands to rip the plastron off the turtles. The sand under him stained with blood drops.

Jason didn't know what to do as Dick repeated the action with another tiny turtle that tried to, in vain, escape him.

"Dick, stop." He swallowed but didn't do anything to stop him. He felt a lump in his throat and his own body weak. He wasn't even sure why if he was used to seeing blood, but not to see Dick acting like that.

For some reason Jason felt vulnerable, powerless.

When he looked down at his own hands, he saw he was doing exactly the same. His body mirroring Dick's actions.

"Fuck," he breathed out.

The sudden screech of metal froze him in place.

He knew that at any given time, he might spontaneously explode from the tension and stress he was feeling. The back of his neck felt cold and tight, his chest heavy with his heart pounding against the cage of his ribs. It was difficult to breathe...

Any other person would have ignored the sound but he recognized it perfectly. He could guess any type of metal scratching the walls or hitting the ground -- but this one... This one was special.

He heard it again, this time the screech lasted longer. It even felt like whoever was doing it, was enjoying it.

He was petrified. It was hard to move, to turn around. All that energy, all that fear- it was going to destroy him.

A laughter echoed in the room and Jason knew it as over. He needed to get out, he needed to escape from the Joker-- this was not okay. He shouldn't be here. Why it was happening again?

A cry barely escaped his lips but they felt so heavy. He couldn't speak, cry or yell.

Jason tried it over and over again. He tried to yell at Joker, to let him know he was NOT afraid. That he wasn't the little kid he used to be, vulnerable, sad, angry, powerless. . .

But he couldn't.

Nothing came out from his mouth, only mumbles that he couldn't understand. The sound of the crowbar scratching the walls and hitting the pavement got louder. The laughter closer.

Another cry (for help) escaped his lips and then he heard it.

"Jason, Jason--"

He opened his eyes and found himself surrounded by darkness. A soft voice was still calling his name, and a warm hand rubbed his chest gently.

"Jason," the voice repeated once more. He could feel his body unable to move, frozen by fear. His own brain still in dread.

A smaller hand squeezed his, and slowly he realized where he was. Who this was.

He was in bed, waking up from a nightmare. Tim was next to him, holding his hand with one of his, and rubbing his chest with the other, trying to calm him down.

It wasn't the first time this happened.

"You're safe." Tim gave him a gentle kiss on the shoulder, then another one on the cheek.

This is how it worked for them. Physical, gentle contact whenever one of them would have a nightmare. Ground them down to reality, to the fact that now they have each other. They are not alone, vulnerable and powerless.

Not anymore.

#JayTim #w: story #I know I've written this before but I'm stuck sometimes #and I think it's still very essential to MY (version) Jason #tw: blood #tw: animal harm #fake but still

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boba-foxy · 7 months

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Jelly belly pet rat gummi candy stim

Sauce 👇

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#Youtube #stim #cute #meme stim #cursed stim #jelly belly pet rat gummi candy #fake animal #candy #fake animals #tw:hands #tw: hands #rat #mouse #red #green #inanimate object harm #my gif #my gifs

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sunny-possum-pal · 2 months

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You can be mean- Indigo De Souza

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cyanocoraxx · 1 year

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Hello friend

I'm doing a fundraiser to help *Buster * my neighbors Dog 🐶 who is in need of help. He was Attacked by a pit bull and need emergency assistance Donate if you don’t mind to Reblog my pinned post at least to gain more awareness.Thank for your support 🙏❤️

this you queen?

ryannqueen and ryannorndorff both post links that lead to a person's fundraiser or paypal under the name ryan orndorff. is this your dog or your neighbour's? you're the same person and anyone can see that, you're not slick <3

you then also claimed the "attack" happened january 20th AND also august 6th in a different post. it's now january 25th, so you mean to tell me this dog has been heavily sedated and awaiting treatment for this long? hey, mr. animal degree here, no vet is going to do that to an animal, and i don't even need a degree to tell you that

also, hey genius, second pic is clearly a different dog <3 shame on you for using a photo of someone else's animal that may be in pain and distress for your own gain. and shame on you again for trying to crowdfund for vet bills when so many actual pet parents are struggling, but would likely "help" you out of the goodness of their hearts because they know what it's like to have a member of their family in discomfort. and another shame on you moment for using a “pitbull attack” to garner sympathy. fuck you very much, they get enough shit as it is without people like you using them in fake stories like this

i’m so excited for you to block me btw & i hope anyone who thinks to search your paypal or gofundme before donating finds this post (:

#ryannqueen #ryannorndorff #scambaiting #fake fundraiser #scammers #animal harm tw #animal injury tw

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stim-robot · 2 years

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🍄 🐸

#stim #my gifs #stim gifs #frog stim #mushroom stim #weirdcore #weirdcore stim #inanimate object harm tw #fake animal death #animation #green stim #red stim #stimblr #visual stim #hands tw

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cyarskj1899 · 2 years

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Vh1 don’t get no cookies for firing him because they didn’t do it sooner when he was abusing his own daughter

Many Black Women have been telling y’all about Ceaser from Black Ink for YEARS and what finally made VH1 cut him off was the abuse of a dog. VH1 has used the image of Black women to sell their brand but a dog is what finally made them say “enough”???

they’re no different than society who values animals before human being especially if it’s a black man woman and child they value less

vh1 when Caesar beats his own daughter: 🦗

Vh1 whe he’s abusing his own dog: you’re done

so basically they more outraged by him beating animals then his own daughter? Vh1 saying animals matter more than a black womans life? Not acting when he’s a abuser towards a woman but towards dog vh1 be like let's be outraged now? got it. 🙄

who do they think they’re fooling around here ?

keep your fake outrage, vh1 you’re such a bunch fake outrage , anti blackness , no respect for black women and girls, performative cowards you should join the ulvade police department you're just as much TRASH as CEASAR EMMANUEL is for not acting when the ABUSE WAS HAPPENING TO HIS DAUGHTER! ALEX! AND his DISRESPECT AND DISREGARD FOR WOMEN! BUT NOW THAT HE HITS A DOG!(AND U LOVE ANIMALS TOO)YOU CAN SPRING INTO ACTION!!..DO BETTER! VH1 & Ceasar = CANCELED!

#black girls matter #no one gives a crap about black girls and women #until it’s too late #until society is forced #yes animals matter #but human lives matter too #especially black lives #Shame on you Society #Society has zero outrage over black men women and children being harmed #More outrage for their fur babies when they suffer though 🙄#i hate you all #Vh1 #no cookies #performative activism #fake outrage #no energy #Choke #tw abuse #tw animal cruelty

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skeletondeerart · 1 year

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You’re One of Us Now.

Sully Family x GN!Reader (platonic) | Word Count: 1816 Words

Tw: Minor mention of Self Harm.

Written before the release of Avatar: The Way of Water, some facts may be inaccurate.

Synopsis: Having grown up in the confines of the RDA, you plan to fake your death on a data collection expedition to become one with the Pandoran jungle, yet you stumble across an unlikely family of Na’vi who take you in as one of their own.

The reader is seventeen.

Pandora was all I had ever known, having grown up in the RDA’s base I understood the dangers of the world outside. Yet despite this I yearned for the embrace of the forest, yearned to live as one of the people, to leave humanity behind and forge a new life among the Omaticaya.

But I was a soldier, a weapon of war against my will… and I wanted out.

Yet for now I have to pose as a perfect cog in the machine. I conform to Quaritch’s rules to earn the privilege to be selected for intel expedition. Whist being a soldier, I was exceptional in navigation and botany. I hoped that my skills would put me as a candidate for the upcoming expedition in three days.

Standing at attention on the training grounds Quaritch marched back and forth eyeing us all off. He was more imposing than ever, the towering Navi body he embodied was enough to strike fear into even the toughest of men.

“All right ladies and gentlemen, in light of last expeditions failure in attempting to gather subsequent data of neurotoxins used by the Omaticaya, it has resulted in the loss of five of your fellow soldiers.”

My breath was caught in my throat as Quaritch listed off the names of the next team, that was until the final candidate was called, it was my own. I held in my smile as I knew it was my only chance of getting out of the program.

After being sent back to my room, I lay down on my cot and watch the raindrops dribble down the windowpane, I watch the wind sway the trees and animals call out into the night as the as I finalise my plan to escape under the noses of my squad.

Before I knew it, I was wearing the oxygen mask and prepped with my botany data collection devices. Stepping out of the pressure lock we march single file out of the gates and into the wilderness. My squad and I marched for what felt like hours before we reached a zone reading high levels of toxicity, as the five of us spread around the location collecting data on the flora I call out.

“I’m heading North-west as I see a specimen not yet recorded on the data bank.” My squad not even rearing their heads from their specimens made noises of understanding, one even calling out to “Watch out for the locals”.

Treading carefully, I come to a stop once I was sure I was out of sight before preparing my diversion. Taking my pocket knife out I slashed at the tress nearby mimicking the claw marks of a Thanator and spraying Thanator scents around the area. I then nicked my hands and smeared my blood around the scene, kicking the dirt around to mimic a struggle and my data devices leaving them strewn across the ground.

With a last bitter smile, I took the blade to my uniform and sawing off the crest of the RDA and leaving it as the scene. I then ran off into the unknown leaving my old life behind, blissful tears accumulating in my mask as I free myself from the shackles of humanity and let my mind and soul become one with the forests of Pandora.

I ran until my legs gave in as I collapse into a field of plush grass and I gaze up at my surrounds, trees loom over me shielding me from the light rains that wash over the lands. That’s when I heard a gasp and scampering nearby. My head darts to my left as I watch carefully for movement. That’s when I see her, a young Omaticayian girl crouched and almost invisible against the bioluminescence of the forest she dwells in.

“Hi, I won’t hurt you, I’m not with them.” I call as I see her eyes dilate and ears twitch with recognition of my words.

“Your human.” The Na’vi states yet remains hidden.

“Indeed I am.” I smile gently but I make no indication of moving as not to frighten the girl away.

After a moment of reflection, the Na’vi stands and walks towards me apprehensively, she towers over my sitting form as I gaze upwards. She points to herself.

“I’m Kiri, and you?”

“I’m (Y/n)”

“-(Y/n), what a strange name” Kiri mutters to herself but I couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at her words. Her eyes dart back to mine from my sudden noise. Kiri’s wide eyes trail down my figure, as if she was analysing me for any threat.

“KIRI, WHERE DID YOU GO?!” A man’s voice calls in Na’vi tongue from deeper in the forest.

“COMING FATHER!” Kiri calls back as she races towards the forest line, that was until her Father beat her there alongside two young boys trailing close behind, his eyes scan her form for injury as his eyes observe his surroundings… until his gaze lands on me. I sit there petrified of the look in his eyes.

Weariness and protective.

My breath catches in my throat, even if I wanted to run I couldn’t, it was like I was paralysed. He pulled Kiri behind him as the younger boys peeked out from behind their Father.

“Who are you and what are you doing this far in the Omaticaya’s lands” He spoke in fluent English.

“My name is (Y/n) (L/n), I was a soldier and botanist, I’ve abandoned the RDA to dedicate my heart to the forest and everything living within it.” I spoke with complete resolution despite my heart thumping in fear of what he would do to me.

He approached me as I remained sitting in fear that he would strike me down if I moved an inch. I gazed upon his imposing figure as his dreadlocks framed his stern eyes that flickered over my body.

His face contorted in a scowl once he spotted my pocket knife nestled in my boot. My gaze follows it, my gaze widened as I came to this realisation.

“Here.” I spoke curtly as I pulled the knife out and handing it to him keeping it closed. He took it and caught sight my wound on the palm of my hand.

“Your injured.” He spoke his tone softening as he gathered that I wasn’t a threat to his kin.

“Self-inflicted.”

His eyebrows furrowed in what appeared to be a hint of concern. I elaborated.

“I had to fake my death to escape… I used my blood to mimic a Thanator attack.”

“I see.” He said. He mulled over his thoughts for a moment before continuing.

“I’m Jake Sully. These are my some of kids, Kiri, Neteyam and Lo’ak.” He introduced gesturing behind him.

Kiri smiled back at me as she stuck up a little thumbs up in approval.

“So why did you leave the RDA (Y/n).”

I let out a sigh as my mind flashed back to my childhood within the RDA as I spoke carefully.

“I- I was born in the base, confined to its walls for years before being forged into a soldier. Yet despite this I always had a passion for botany – plants – I had yearned to be able to freely explore the forest and grew an appreciation for the Na’vi through the data files… I never thought I fit in… I felt like an outcast.” I took another breath to calm myself, “I understand if you want to kill me due to my affiliation, and I won’t hold any resentment to you or your people if you so decide.”

“Come.” Jake stated and offered me a hand. I accepted it without a second thought, my hand only wrapping around two of his fingers. Jake pulled me to my feet and proceeded to lead me deeper into to forest. Neteyam – I came to learn who was the oldest of the boys – spoke to me in curt English.

“Hello, I am Neteyam. You are short.” He stated, he seemed quite proud of himself for speaking to me. I smiled gently at his attempt of communicating with me.

“Hello Neteyam, I’m (Y/n). Nice to meet you. You are correct I am short.” I replied.

“I’m Lo’ak!” The shorter boy piped up. “I’m great at speaking Sky People language.”

“English Lo’ak. These Human’s speak English.” Jake corrected from his position from the front. Neteyam laughed and gave his younger brother a punch to the arm, which resulted in a yelp from Lo’ak. Jake spun around at the noise and glared at Neteyam as he deducted what happened.

“Apologise Neteyam.” Jake spoke in Na’vi.

“What!” Neteyam exclaimed.

“Now –” Jake growled baring his teeth. With a stutter Neteyam apologised picking at his fingers.

“S-sorryyy Lo’akkkk –” Neteyam apologised as he continued walking.

We soon reached a point where Jake motioned Kiri, Neteyam and Lo’ak to begin their accent up into the trees, they fly up the trunk with ease. Jake looked at me as I gape as how far the climb is. He then bent down and motioned me to climb onto his back. I gently pull myself onto his back careful not to bump his queue. We quickly reach the top and I see an intricately woven home nestled into the trees canopy. Standing on the edge of the home is Kiri, Neteyam, Lo’ak, an older Omaticayian woman I figured was their Mother with a small child in her arms… and a human boy.

“Neytiri, Spider, Tuktiery, I’m home” Jake called as he carefully slid me off his back. I nervously hide behind Jake at the look Neytiri was giving us.

“Jake why is there a human on your back.” She hissed in Na’vi.

“I can explain ‘Tiri.”

“Explain what? that you brought another human into our home.” My eyes widened as I try and quell the tremors of her wrath. The toddler – I assumed was Tuktiery – began to whine in her Mother’s arms as the commotion.

“They are not one of them, I can sense they are good, please trust me!” Jake begged his lover.

Neytiri glared down at me and let out a sigh.

“One chance Jake, one.” Neytiri caved.

“Thank you, my love.” Jake turned to me with a smile.

“You’re one of us now” He smiled his gaze falling down to my wound again. “Let’s get you cleaned up now.” Jake offered as he grabbed some medicinal berries, I had never seen in the data files before. My eyes shone and he crushed them into a paste and applied it before wrapping it in cloth. As he finished tying the knot Jake looked down to me and smiled softly.

“Your safe here, I understand what’s it’s like to not fit in.” He whispered for only me to hear.

“You were from the Avatar program weren’t you.” I stated in a whisper.

Jake could only smile knowingly at my statement.

“Welcome to the family.”

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mifhortunach · 7 months

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Horror Short Films You Can Watch For Free - Right Now!

Just a 'small' post collecting some less well known horror short films that you can find mostly on youtube & vimeo! All worth a look!

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SUNGAZER 9min, 2020 (You'll have to log in to vimeo to watch this one!) "A short, wordless horror film about the terrors lurking just beyond the veil of reality." - Or, a man waits, and performs a ritual. Wicked atmospheric, manages to really paint a world despite the run-time. Looks great as well. [TW: flashing lights, body horror, harsh noise]

The Color Out of Space 5min, 2017 "A meteorite, strange vegetation, a colour: an experimental take on H.P. Lovecraft's spiral into madness, shot with a vintage camera on truly unique LomoChrome 16mm film." <- All accurate! Eerie little film.

My House Walk-through: 12min, 2016

Short, sweet, and unnerving!! The person who made this has done a tonne of other (more classical) 'internet horror' shorts, but this is a really wonderful & understated piece. Visually it feels very PT inspired, but its even more about atmosphere and repetition. Worth checking out the making of as well, pretty much the whole thing was done practically!! [TW: unsanitary conditions, blood]

Possibly in Michigan 12min, 1983

Cecilia Condit mostly does weird, dreamy short films. They have a kind of cake with a worm inside feeling, if you get me; things are rotting inside. This one is a cannibal musical! [TW: cannibalism, unreality, insects, murder, animal death]

The Black Tower 23min, 1987

More unsettling than scary. A man finds himself followed by a mysterious building. I really love how this one gets built up visually. The most like a tma episode out of all of these, or something out of Blue Jam. You can read more stuff about it here! [TW: unreality, talk of mental institutions, disordered eating]

Heck 29min, 2020 If you've seen any of these, I think it'll probably be this one. Its the short that originally inspired Skinamarink. I personally kind of prefer this. Digitally gritty and mean. [TW: Same warnings as skinamarink for the most part, there's a kid in danger, a little body horror].

Juliet in Paris 18min, 1967

Juliet moves to Paris for college, is lonely, and keeps losing blood. Kind of a vampire thing? But also not a vampire thing. Vibes and vignette heavy.

[TW: blood, animal death, self harm]

Dawn of an Evil Millennium 20min, 1988 (in 3 parts!)

A palette cleanser! Getting a honourary nomination through me hearing about it on a found footage podcast (lol). A trailer for an 18hr movie that doesn't exist; staring demons, 'olds mobiles', space-travel and cops. Deeply 80s, kind of ooey-gooey, pretty fun! [TW: some vomiting, a lot of fake blood gets splashed about]

Thanks for reading!

#blood /#movies #ppp #horror #idk if anyone else will get anything out of these! but its a little nice to do up a list ngl fgkdshf #thought about doing a zine or smth but i think this is a better format lol #H23 #2023movies #long post /

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cuuno-moved · 2 years

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The Aro Team Rancher fic

(1748 words, no tws that i can think of)

It was, admittedly, very hard to feel guilty around Tango.

He was so forgiving, so casual about everything. Every time Jimmy messed up, every time he broke a tool or accidentally killed an animal, every time he thought he'd blown it for sure, Tango would just shrug it off, grin that needle-sharp grin at him and tell him it was alright, everyone made mistakes.

It was hard to feel guilty around Tango, but not impossible.

And Jimmy was nothing if not a guilty man.

First of all, he felt bad that Tango was stuck with him, instead of anyone else. He had been so close with Impulse and Bdubs in the past, and he was good friends with both Grian and Scar. Surely one of them would have made a better soulmate.

Besides, Jimmy had the curse hanging over his head at all times: he was the first to die, every time, and Tango didn't deserve that. He deserved a winning chance, not to be tied to the canary in the coal mine, farming cows in an ugly dirt hut. He had to be bitter, even if he was too nice to say it.

Worst of all, even if you ignored the curse, even if you pretended that they had a shot at winning, there was the fact that Jimmy- although he hated himself for it- just didn't like Tango.

He "liked" him, sure: the older man was kind and warm, and when they cuddled at night, Tango let him steal the blankets, but he didn't like him in the right way. He didn't love him.

He knew what love looked like, he'd seen Joel with Lizzie, he knew the gentle looks and soft touches that came with it, but he didn't know if he even wanted… that. He didn't know if he wanted someone to love him, knowing that if he messed up, they could leave him so easily. Or, worse, if they stayed, and he lost interest or realized he never had any to begin with, what then? Would he have to tell them he was wrong, that his love had been fake, conditional, wrong?

Tango was his soulmate, they were supposed to be perfect for each other but, truthfully, Jimmy wasn't sure they were.

He thought, once or twice, about the concept of dating Tango, maybe even marrying him, just to see how it sat with him, and both times, he was left with a bitter taste in his mouth.

He'd get sick of his voice first, he thought. The strange buoyant cadence with which the fairy spoke was calming, usually, but at some point, in the grand scheme of forever, it'd get old.

He wasn't sure what Tango thought of their relationship.

He hadn't said anything to Jimmy about it, but… they were soulmates. Surely, he expected romance. Impulse and Bdubs, Tango’s closest friends, were married already, only days in, and Tango spent more than enough time at their place to no doubt get ideas about what a soul bond should or shouldn’t be. He'd also called Jimmy "babe" a few times, never in a conspicuous way, always just mid-sentence, but that was a romantic thing, so…

Jimmy had to do something.

He had to tell Tango, had to inform him that he didn’t want to be with him like that, because he was broken, and wrong, and didn’t love correctly.

But he wasn't sure how to do that.

They were soulmates, after all.

They were supposed to love each other.

They had to.

So he kept his mouth shut.

They were working on the house when it finally came up. The door wouldn't hang straight no matter how Tango tried, so he asked Jimmy to come take a look.

"Here, look here," Tango ran a long, thin finger over the top of the door frame. "Look at the gap. I don't know how to fix that."

"Uh," Jimmy said, trying his absolute best to remember how Scott had fixed it, back in Third Life. "I think… I don't know…"

Tango looked at him, his yellow eyes glittering unknowably for a moment. Jimmy braced himself for the insult, the cruel words, but then he shrugged.

“Ah well, damn it,” The older man chuckled, shrugging a shoulder casually. “I’ll message Impulse, see if he can come look at it. No harm, no foul.”

“Right,” Jimmy said, and then, weakly. “Sorry.”

“For what?” Tango huffed, stepping down from the chair he was balanced on and dragging it back to the crooked table. “I didn’t know either.”

“So maybe we’re both idiots,” Jimmy muttered, halfheartedly rapping his knuckles against the top of the door frame. “Good for us.”

Tango’s face screwed up at that. “Jim, babe, don’t say that.”

“Sorry,” Jimmy said, again, watching him deposit a handful of scrap wood in a chest. “Why do you keep calling me that?”

“Calling you… what? Jim?”

“No, babe. Why do you call me babe?”

“Uhhh,” Tango made a face, measuring out a handful of seeds from a bag. “Would you rather I not?”

“...Yeah,” Jimmy said. That was only the tip of the iceberg of his issues, but that was enough to warn the ship. “Yeah, it’s… not my favorite.”

“Okay, I’ll stop, then,” Tango said, putting the sack of seeds back, standing up again. He stood there for a second, just looking at Jimmy, before shrugging. “Is that it? Anything else?”

“No,” Jimmy stepped aside, expecting him to walk out, but he didn’t. “That’s all.”

“You know,” Tango said, narrowing his eyes at Jimmy in thought. “You know, we’re soulmates, we’re stuck together from here on out, if you have anything else, it’s better to say it than to keep it inside.”

“I know, I know, I just-” Jimmy hummed in frustration, glaring at the wall. “I’m not good at explaining things.”

“That’s alright, I’m usually pretty good at understanding,” Tango said, setting the handful of seeds on the table. “What’s up?”

“...You know how Scott and I were married, yeah?”

“Yeah?”

Jimmy huffed, annoyed with himself now. This wasn’t so hard to say in his head, didn’t feel so catastrophically important. “I didn’t… I didn’t want to be married to him. He kind of… I don’t know, he took things too far, and I didn’t know how to tell him to stop.”

“Oh.” Tango said, his jaw tight.

“Not- not like that,” Jimmy said, quickly. “Not like that, just… and I don’t blame him, it was really my fault, but, uh…”

“Uh-huh,” Tango hummed, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Are you… okay?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine, but, um,” Jimmy hissed out a nervous breath. “Uh, I figured that… since we’re soulmates… and since Impulse and Bdubs have already gotten married…”

Tango’s eyes widened abruptly, his mouth working for a few moments before he seemed to remember how to talk. “Are you- are you asking me to marry you-?”

“No! No, no, no, no, uh, the opposite, actually,” Jimmy said, and then, weakly. “I’m asking you… not to marry me?”

Tango blinked, before shaking his head and laughing in confusion. “Alright, you’ve lost me.”

“I want… I don’t want…” Jimmy whimpered, frustrated. His wings were pressed between his sweaty back and the wall and he took a moment to readjust them, and try to think of a way to phrase it. “There’s something wrong with me.”

“Huh?”

“I mean, like, uh. You know how people… fall in love? Like, they meet someone they like, and they spend time together, and as time goes on, they fall more and more in love with them?”

“Let me guess, you don’t?” Tango asked, something… almost hopeful in his voice.

“No, I do. I mean, I get crushes, but then they almost always… go away? Or I realize I don’t like being in a relationship at all, or I get too stressed out over it. That’s what happened with Scott, I did really like him, but once we were married, I felt… I don’t know, I felt like whatever stupid crush I had on him wasn’t… worth it?”

“...So, you get crushes, but you don't like dating?” Tango asked, leaning on the table, rubbing his chin. “Huh.”

“...Sorry,” Jimmy said, softly. “I know you… I don’t know, you probably wanted a romantic relationship.”

“Huh?” Tango looked up at him, blinking absently, before his eyebrows suddenly raised as soon as he realized what the other man had said. “What gave you that idea?”

“I don’t know, that’s what soulmates are supposed to be, yeah? Like, the person you’re supposed to love forever?”

“Uh, no?” Tango frowned. “I mean, I was kinda… I might have been dozing off when Grian explained it, but I think it’s just someone who you, y’know, click with. Sometimes that’s a romantic thing, sometimes it’s a platonic thing.”

“So you don’t… you don’t want me to love you?”

The fairy laughed at that, but not a mean laugh. “No! I’m gonna be honest, I… I don’t really know if I’m even capable of loving people like that. Romance has never actually… appealed to me? Like, if you want to cuddle someone, just get a best friend?” He shrugged a shoulder. “I dunno, but I don’t really get the hype.”

“Have you never had a crush on someone?” Jimmy asked, surprised. “Ever?”

“Not really,” Tango shook his head. “Like, my buddy Zedaph, back home? I thought I had a crush on him because he made me really happy and I liked spending time with him, but when we tried dating it just ended up being… like… the exact same thing as when we were friends? So we broke up, and nothing changed. Like, there’s no difference between romantic interest and platonic interest to me.”

“Huh,” Jimmy tilted his head curiously. “That’s… an interesting way to think about it.”

“Yeah, so,” Tango paused, before laughing. “So, it’s probably good that you don’t want to date because I would have absolutely panicked and said yes and then we’d both be miserable.”

Jimmy giggled almost hysterically at that, pressing his cold hands to his forehead in relief. “Oh my god, you have no idea how happy I am to hear that you don’t like me.”

“Oh, it’s mutual,” Tango laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, man, is it mutual.”

“In that case,” Jimmy rubbed his face one more time, still chuckling quietly. “You may call me babe.”

“Thank you,” Tango nodded at him, his needle-like teeth poking through his lips. “Thank you, I will.”

#double life spoilers #double life #tangotek #jimmy solidarity #dave's author arc

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sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee · 3 months

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Can we get Riddler's reaction to SO coming home with an injured animal, maybe with a side of 'no, we are not keeping it' but they end up keeping it anyway?

"We are not keeping the damn thing-" Riddler Party x S/O

Oh this is something I'm very familiar with LMAO. I tried to include a variety of animals here.

Not to be lame or a square or w/e but as a general reminder, if you ever find injured wildlife, please contact your local shelters or animal control. These are fantasy scenarios and in most cases- wildlife is either better left alone, you will need strict temporary guidance or they need to be taken care of by professionals. In many places, you need a license to care and keep undomesticated animals.

TW: animal harm and abuse, mentions of dog fighting, medical procedures

Gotham

It all happens so quickly one day when the pair are driving in Gotham. His S/O notices what looks like a small brown bundle in the middle of the road and panics for Edward to stop. Before he can really get an explanation, they're shouting over their shoulder about a turtle, taking off their jacket. Then he's the one panicking as he watches them stop traffic to scoop up the animal.

The painted turtle has a huge crack in it's shell and a hurt leg. Not knowing what to do, they take it to a vet to see if anything can be done. Surgery, a fiberglass covering... A free sexing to determine the turtle is otherwise a healthy girl. Edward is already devouring the informational packet given to him in the waiting room. A lot he already knew but, well, it pays to learn more!

He's probably one of the few riddlers that doesn't actually say "no we can't keep it." There might be a brief moment where he questions his S/O if they even want a turtle- for the most part it's kind of... fascinating? They keep visiting the turtle in the hospital before she's released and he asks so very many questions about care and what they've been doing for her-

Before it's even been officially decided she's coming home and not being released back out, he's getting a tank ready. Heat lamps, a UVA/UVB light, pond, a dock for basking. A very strange amount of decorations related to questions marks and his special interests that you might not expect decor for.

This turtle won the lottery. She gets a very fancy omnivore diet with vitamin and mineral supplements. He even ends up cultivating species appropriate plants in the tank for her to enjoy and snack on occasionally. She's never bothered much other than the routine tank cleanings. Edward just likes watching her and watching his S/O gush over how pretty she is.

If anyone asks to pick her up, he will give a speech on how actually, human contact stresses them out so if you could never ask again, he'd appreciate it. He intends on her making it many more decades despite not having any clue how old she is now.

Penguin is going to hear so many fun facts about turtles now. Oswald might consider trying to murder him... again.

60s

A baby bird that fell from it's nest. He watched as his S/O tried and failed to reintroduce the bird back to it's mother. He even helped them weave a fake nest and put it up in the tree to see if their parents would take the babe back. To no avail. He was prepared to comfort his love if the little thing passed on.

Yet he watched his S/O roll up their sleeves and start making a nest of their own. A heat lamp that was originally used for one of Edward's plots, now for the chick. He insisted they could probably find someone to take care of it. He's certain he could light a cigarette in a public place and get Batman's attention if they wanted a more heroic figure for the job. With a sidekick named Robin, surely he has a thing for lost little birds.

Birds aren't really his thing, you see. Not part of the gimmick. He has nothing against them, love, but... perhaps Penguin? Still no, huh? The determination of his S/O is rather inspiring, even if it goes against his own wishes. Feedings every few hours, changing papers and blankets. Checking the crop. He noticed the collection of bird care books from Gotham Library.

He starts feeling more affection for the thing once it grows fluff. As his S/O gently holds his hand out to teach the bird to step up. There's something endearing about all of it. How passionate they are. How could he truly say no? It's when the feathers appear and the soft cries begin that they confirm they have a little mourning dove.

In devotion to his partner and their new animal child, he sets up a bird cage and perches himself. Reads the same care books, albeit in half the time. Once the time is right, he even builds an outdoor cage to allow the bird fresh air and stimulation that is safe from predators.

While he doesn't appreciate the mess the bird leaves, he doesn't mind the shoulder buddy. It does, however, make him slightly less intimidating towards Batman, as if he needed anything to help with that.

Zero Year

His S/O had a habit of bringing home animals. They had some... special certification, he wasn't paying terribly much attention to what- What it meant was that after they moved in together, there would occasionally be a small furred or feathered creature in the spare room off his workshop that needed to be bottle fed. He wasn't sure how he felt about the habit. It was something he almost admired. Wanting to care for something small and weak. Yet it was a vulnerability he could see being taken advantage of.

Good thing he's such a pleasant and non-needy personality that doesn't need all his S/O's attention! He lived with it. Perhaps he was better for it. Personal growth... even if at moments he felt jealous and despised it. He supposed they needed a hobby of their own considering how his "hobby" was so all-consuming.

Then they brought home the red fox. A fur-farm rescue. Nowhere else to go, they said. Edward tried to put his foot down. How would they even care for it? A fox... Ridiculous! He also knows it can't be tossed back out into the wild. It would die. His stubbornness holds even as he watches his partner cut their hands open on wire fencing to make an enclosure.

It isn't until they ask him, truly ask him, if he hates that they save animals. Seeing the pain in their eyes and sensing the possibility that they might even leave- he makes a decision. No amount of avoiding annoyances is worth losing the one person he truly trusts in this life. He builds an outdoor enclosure with catch doors and even sits down with the thing.

Winning him over was as simple as the vixen stealing his screwdriver and laughing at him as she played keep away. He was irritated with her, at first, yet as he caught her and all she wanted was pets and affection... He supposed it was also cute the way she would hoard boiled eggs out of his hand. Alright, maybe, just maybe- Maybe she could stay. Only out of his good will.

He gets to a point where she'll sit in his lap while he trims her nails and brushes her fur. His S/O can do the yucky medical stuff she hates, this is his time.

BTAS

It was a kitten that set his life upside down. His partner, his darling beloved, found it abandoned and hypothermic in a box after a storm. No indication of mother or another human coming to find it. His eyes weren't even open. A little tuxedo that mewled for any kind of nourishment and warmth. Edward was ready to call Selina to come pick it up- until he remembered she was currently incarcerated by Batman for a diamond heist.

It wasn't his bathroom being overtaken as a quarantine zone that made him upset. It wasn't even the alarm that went off every two hours for feedings, even in the middle of the night. No, it was how exhausted and emotionally tired his S/O looked after two days of taking care of him. When he said they were not, could not keep the cat, his partner insisted on doing everything themselves.

He was regretting it, to say the least. At 3am, while he was working, he could hear the alarm going... and his S/O snoring through it. With a sigh, he turned it off and began to prepare the formula. He went through the steps in his mind as he had seen his partner do for the past week and a half. Feed, burp, stimulate for the bathroom, make sure he's warm. Then he got in there and found a creature shouting and demanding to be fed and loved now.

Putting the kitten on his chest, watching his ears wiggle and feeling the tiniest muffins being made on his chest... that was the moment he fell in love. In that instant, he understood. This little sootball that looked like lint that exploded in the dryer- he was worth the hardship.

After that, Edward took on the nightshift for his partner. A few more weeks and their schedules could get back to normal. Ish. And their fancy well dressed man could be released into the rest of the house to cause chaos galore. Kitten energy is a bit too much for Edward, but he adjusts.

Telltale

When his S/O had stumbled into his workplace, bloodied and holding a blanket close to their chest, he feared the worst. He was prepared to dismember whoever had done this to his partner- and then they mentioned it wasn't their blood. Irritating, yet relief flooded his system.

He cleared a nearby table and watched as his S/O unraveled a bleeding, wounded dog. Struggling to breathe. Whining. A prong collar embedded into its neck. In the haze of panic, he extrapolates that his partner found it thrown away like trash in an alley. Even in this state he could make out the bite marks of other dogs on her body. Dog fighting.

Yet the mottled colored mutt seemed disinterested in attacking, even in this vulnerable state. Had she already given up? He was prepared to euthanize her himself until his partner looked at him with wet eyes asking if there was anything he could do. A tired sigh.

He knew some people with the proper equipment. Yet even as he contacted them, he insisted the two of them were not keeping the dog. He would help take care of the dog. Then they would figure out where she could go.

This lasted until one night in the lab as he sat at his desk, he felt a heavy head lay on his leg. As he looked down, there she was, staring up at him- tail wagging. Even after everything they'd put her through... she was putting all her trust and affection in a human. He would never admit it, but it reminded him of himself in some small way towards his S/O. Finding that love after pain atop of pain.

He stopped mentioning getting rid of the dog. Insists no one else will want a former fighting dog, so she might as well stay. It has nothing to do with how she cuddles between her "parents" on the couch. That she'll fetch things for her master with a dopey pleased look. And of course not because she gets accustomed to waking Eddie when he's experiencing night terrors associated with his past. Lowkey she's his emotional support dog and he's her emotional support human and his S/O gets to watch that relationship bloom.

Arkham

Despite Edward's lack of care towards the many strays in Gotham, his S/O seemed rather enamored with them. He comments that they should leave feeding the mangy things to Selina. Yet, he doesn't stop them. Then there was one cat in the neighborhood that wouldn't escape either of their notice. A mean feral that wouldn't let anyone near it. He'd wait for everyone else to eat food before picking off scraps.

He thought it was sort of charming how his S/O asked him for a trap to catch the beast. He asked them why they'd bother. It would appear the creature had gotten an eye injury, likely from fighting. He'd never expected them to actually catch the beast, no matter how genius his craftsmanship on the trap. And yet...

One eye enucleation and spay surgery later, his next question was when they were going to release the cat back out. Or call catwoman to deal with it. As his S/O told him neither would be happening, he began to try to put his foot down. No, never. You will not be keeping him. If they'd really wanted a pet, he could make one! Not this... possible mixed breed of a wild cat with a domestic one.

Fortunately they had a small spare room they could clear out for a kennel to allow the cat some comfort while he healed. Edward would listen as his partner going into the room and cooing. Followed by hissing and "no... No, c'mon-" and more bargaining. He shook his head. What were they expecting? You can't just bring a creature like that back with that kind of hate.

It isn't until one night when he's working that he hears... a meowing. It's strained and croaking. He goes to inspect the room and seen the one eyed cat staring up at him. A soft meow. Then a head bonk on the cage bars. Yet as he knelt down, the cat reared back and hissed.

Over the next week, he would visit the cat with his S/O. He noticed this scraggly, scarred cat looking up at them. Hissing less and less. Hesitantly approaching until his S/O was able to touch his head. Then they heard it for the first time: his purr. It was then Edward knew he was not going to be able to get rid of this ugly as sin cat.

The cat absolutely chose his S/O as his person, but that doesn't leave out Edward. The cat likes sleeping on some of his machinery when it's warm. Jumping on his shoulders when he falls asleep at his desk. Edward finds himself petting deep into his now-soft fur when he's stressed.

Selina will give him so much shit about this cat. Forever.

Batman 2022/Nashton

His S/O found the little creature after a dog had gotten hold it. A possum joey without a mother anywhere in sight. A few calls later, a wildlife shelter visit and lots of stress and worrying, they were told the possum was going to live... But not in the wild. There was enough damage to its body that even after healing, he might not be able to defend himself properly.

Edward tried to reason why it should stay with someone else. They'd have better care. They'd become an education ambassador, maybe! He... It's so tiny and fragile, and that makes him so nervous.

Edward is projecting a lot of feelings onto this little thing that mostly wants to hiss and cling to his sweatshirt. He'll just fuck it up, you know. The problem that arises is too many rehabbers in the area are full up. There might not be any space for the little guy- Faced with the possibility of euthanasia, Edward's S/O looks at him with dewy eyes.

How can he say no to that face? And the face of, he supposes, their newest companion. After faking some paperwork and certifications, they are bringing home a small possum.

Over time, he ends up relating a lot to the possum considering their reputation. They're just scavengers! They can't even get rabies! Yet everyone just seems to hate them for being born. He knows what that's like...

He does so much research on dietary needs since possums require such a variety of care. Protein, proper phosphorous levels, fruits and veggies. He really likes feeding him cooked chicken hearts out of his hand. Since they walk so much in the night, he makes an exercise wheel for the little guy to use. Builds climbing walls and poles for him to hang from if he wants. His S/O gets to help hammer nails in!

Sometimes Edward's S/O is looking for the possum and asks Edward... only to see a little black and white head poke out from his hoodie. The two of them know they won't have the possum for long (in the wild, they only live around three years!), but he's kind of used to shorter lifespans with his rats.

He's going to make sure the years they have, though, are going to be enriching and full of happiness.

#gotham riddler #60s riddler #zero year riddler #capulo riddler #btas riddler #telltale riddler #arkham riddler #batman 2022 riddler #riddler #foxwriting

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kollector-of-stims · 8 months

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Got new Halloween themed stim toys today!! I love extra spooky ones!

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karak9 · 10 months

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tw // reality check

uhh. just had a p-shifter interact with me and now I’m realizing seeing people who genuinely believe they can p shift is kind of a trigger for me, thanks! /s

if anyone who actually, genuinely believes in p-shifting sees this (not talking about people who experience delusions/psychosis and identify as p shifter because of it, but specifically people who argue that p shifting is REAL and spread false “science” about it):

please don’t go down this route. it was so incredibly toxic for me. the belief in p shifting itself was harmful to me because I was so caught up in this idea that I didn’t need to have a human life (I had other stuff going on but that arguably makes it worse that I was taught to believe in something this wild while in a very vulnerable state) and I remember staying up really late some nights just trying to p shift. I remember convincing myself my teeth and eyes were changing, I ignored medical problems because I thought they were signs I was turning into a wolf. I ignored my human health because I thought I wasn’t meant to be human. I did not take care of myself at all.

I was taken in by cults and toxic packs with hierarchies based on outdated misinformation about wolves. I fought with people about my p shifting belief so much that I pushed so many people away and only surrounded myself with others who agreed with me.

maybe stop and think- why have you not seen proof of p shifting, if so many people claim they can? why is there no solid evidence? does your friend who claims to be able to p shift have ridiculous rules like that they aren’t allowed to take pictures of their shifts because of the government, yet they’re able to talk freely about it online? do parts of their story ever not line up with things they’ve said before, or not make total sense? why do you think YOU are able to shapeshift and no other human has figured it out aside from a handful of super secretive people online who all have very convenient excuses to not give you solid evidence of their physical shifting?

please look up cult/manipulative behaviors and learn how to recognize them because you WILL encounter these people who are trying to manipulate you in the p shifting community, that is a fact, whether your bestie who claims to totally p shift every week is preying on you or not, someone will. please, please take care of yourself.

I wanted to be a wolf so bad. I was dysphoric and dealing with a lot of mental health issues and an abusive family and wanted SO badly to believe in p shifting that I was willing to deny reality and convince myself I was getting past some mental barrier very slowly. but nothing ever happened. it left me exhausted and hopeless, that was it. I put so much faith into something that just was never ever going to happen, and was so incredibly disappointed. it makes me so sad realizing I wasted a few years of my life trying to do the literal impossible. you can have your beliefs if you really want to but my god, do not center your entire life around a belief that has ZERO basis in reality. do not push away your friends because they disagree with you. do not ruin your human life because you think you will become an animal and run away from society to live in the woods.

also don’t interact if you’re going to argue that actually p shifting is real because of this outdated science article that is extremely vague or because “nothing is impossible, only improbable”. been there, done that, debunked everything you could throw at me and now I’m just tired of seeing young people fall down the wrong path and knowing nothing I can say will convince them that p shifting isn’t real. it’s like trying to tell someone their religion is fake- there’s no way to prove it isn’t real but there’s no proof it exists either (and your super blurry picture of someone wearing a fake mermaid tail doesn’t count as proof), but we all know how religion can hurt people (not always, but it can).

#therian #otherkin

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the-bjd-community-confess · 6 months

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TW: Discussion of CSA

I'm Sick of This Shit

Sorry Mod, this is off-topic and heavy stuff, but I'm fucking sick of this cutesy little internet trend of insinuating the worst about people over fucking nothing. This is going to get heavy but I'm not sitting down and shutting the fuck up this time.

Please put a read more here? I don't want to trigger anyone, I just want to try and give a wake-up call to people who do this shit.

I cannot believe I just read a callout post for someone as a "dangerous individual" and it's about them drawing some fictional character. Or rather, I can, because it keeps happening, and it's the dumbest new trend I've ever seen. As a victim of that specific kind of abuse? As in, someone who's fucking tapes have a hash in the ICAC database? (Do you even know what that means? Do you even care to find out? Do you actually care about victims or do you just want some moral gotcha over the person you don't like? Because I have a feeling it's the second one!) Someone who's been really fucking impacted and harmed by this shit in my actual flesh-and-blood real life?

Shut the fuck up. No, actively, antagonistically fuck you. How fucking dare you equate the seriousness of my and others' real-life physical harm to someone finding some stupid WORTHLESS, UNIMPORTANT, NOT REAL ANIME CHARACTER HOT. Who in the absolute fuck actually sincerely CARES?? Do you think authors who write about murder want to secretly kill people?? Do you think people who make horror movies can contact the dead? You are so obsessed about thought crimes and unimportant bullshit to the degree that you are accusing people of being the absolute worst type of person over anime. OVER ANIME! Who the fuck cares if someone draws a fake person doing something sexual. I, as a victim, do not give a shit. I don't care if they draw a fake person getting dismembered. I don't care if they write about a fake person being subjected to death by 1000 paper-cuts! Do you know why?

They're not fucking real!

Somewhere along the way people seem to have forgotten that the reason abuse is bad isn't because it's "icky" and "gross" and makes you uncomfortable to think about.

It's bad because it's fucking hurtful to people who are actually really alive. It's bad because if you cut a real person we fucking bleed. It's bad because if you do things to our body, it leaves fucking SCARS. It's bad because WE LIVE WITH THE FUCKING TRAUMA AND CONSEQUENCES OF WHAT IS DONE TO US YOU STUPID EMOTIONALLY BEREFT ASSHOLE, YOU FUCKING MORALLY STUNTED BRAT. DO YOU FUCKING COMPREHEND THAT? DO YOU ACTUALLY HAVE THE CAPACITY TO UNDERSTAND THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN REAL LIFE AND FICTION? LIKE DO YOU? ARE YOU AN ACTUAL CHILD? BECAUSE IF SO, YOU SHOULD NOT BE ENGAGING IN THESE DISCUSSIONS IN THE FIRST PLACE! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU??? AND IF YOU ARE AN ADULT, FUCKING ACT LIKE ONE. This isn't a slag against someone who does have empathy issues or anything like that- ironically they tend to have no problem differentiating real life from fiction crimes, at least in my experience. No no, this is against the specific type of person who willfully chooses to libel against someone because of what usually boils down to """fandom crimes."""

I am in a support group for people like me. Do you know what we bitch about lately? You motherfuckers. Clogging the actual fucking hotlines by reporting drawings of cartoon characters, do you even realize that there are real consequences to your moral crusade? The time these people are forced to spend deleting anime art from their email literally costs real-life children -- AGAIN, REAL PEOPLE BEING HURT, YOU FUCKS -- precious time from getting the help they so desperately fucking deserve. Do you even think before you act? Do you? Do you fucking consider for a moment the real-world consequences of your behavior, or do you just raise your head and preen over your moralistic victory against the nastybadwrong person that wrote a story you don't like? I hate you.

Sure. Maybe this person who was submitted about really is the scum of the earth, an absolutely toxic bastard of an individual who does deserve a callout post. Wouldn't surprise me, because lots of shitty people are out there. So then, if that's the case, how come you didn't present that proof? Because all I read (images didn't work) is that they drew some anime character horny. People have been doing that for decades. The fucking Disney animators have drawn Mickey Mouse and Minnie Mouse going at it. Who gives a shit. It's fiction. You are having a moral panic over nothing and blinding yourself to the real consequences of your actions and I am here on my hands and knees BEGGING you to have more concern for people who actually exist than you do for your stupid goddamn anime boy.

I actually HATE people like you, I actively fucking do not feel SAFE around people like you. People who create fictional works, even dark and fucked up ones? They generally know the differences you seem to miss: that thoughts and actions are different things. There was a post going around where some guy got thrashed on social media for getting a leg amputation for fetishistic reasons where he was called every name in the book and probably some new ones yet to be added to the Merriam-Webster's dictionary. Turns out he actually had cancer and the amputation was for medically necessary reasons, but one (1) minor looked at THE TYPE OF ART HE DREW and made assumptions about his whole entire character from that. And thus someone going through some incredibly emotionally challenging shit was forced to further stomach the trauma of an internet hate mob because of baseless accusations just like these. Don't fucking do that. That shouldn't even need to be said! And yet. So I'll say it again. Don't! Fucking! Do that! Fuck!

This is wildly out of the scope of this blog and I'm really sorry to Mod for having to see it, but I'm sick of seeing this everywhere online, I do not need it in my fucking safe space hobby. Actively go fuck yourself if you do this or participate in this. If you care about victims- if you have actual compassion for people who are real, and don't just want to control how others portray fictional characters for reasons of moral outrage, then don't do this. And if you've done this in the past, just... fucking try to do better from here on out, at least. The world is fucked up enough without needing to rip each other apart over, and I cannot stress this enough, goddamn cartoons.

And if I get sassed in the comments as "not a real victim" or some shit, go ahead. I've heard it before, I don't care. I've been told by people in my life that what happened to me was 1) a misunderstanding 2) deserved because I in some way asked for it 3) that I'm lying for attention, etc etc. Does not matter that mine was one of the cases that actually made it to court and resulted in a sentencing... victim-blaming is incredibly ingrained in my country's culture. I honestly don't care if I'm believed or not, I just... want to say my piece. I want to confess, to air my grievances, with a current trend everyone on the internet and this hell-site in specific. So, thank you for reading if you have, and fuck you if you dismissed it all because your precious fictional little meow meow matters more to you than the victims of the real-life atrocities you're so motivated baselessly to accuse people of perpetrating.

And mod, stay safe and practice self-care. To all the victims, I hope your abusers die horribly. You deserve the world.

~Anonymous

Mod: thank you so much anon for your response, nothing is out of scope here (kinda, I like tangents, just need to follow the rules too) so anons, don't be afraid of expressing yourself as you so rightly did here.

#BJD #ABJD #BJD Confessions #Community Confessions

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