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bigskydreaming · 4 years

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Two Qs, 1. How do I stop people from assuming I'm ableist n hate me for it if a character I Hate for TONS of petty+ serious reasons just happens to be a disabled character? Like if they were a brain in a jar with a mouthpiece I'd still not be in their vicinity without setting my head on fire it has nothing to do with their body or gender or skills etc. And 2. How do you post a fic w/o fear of some lurker stealing ideas n publishing it as a novel n becoming popular I mean... like CC exists......

Here’s the thing….there’s never ever going to be a person who manages to make it through life without being misconstrued on SOME subject. We have no control over what other people think about us, only on what we put out there for them to perceive and form opinions on. And sometimes those opinions are entirely contrary to what we feel we’re putting out there, and that sucks and can be aggravating as hell, and you might need to vent about that or groan to yourself or a friend or maybe it’ll make you bitter and petty on a subject, but at the end of the day - it doesn’t matter. You can’t ENSURE someone has the opinion about you and what you’re putting out there that you want them to have, and you just gotta find a way to be okay with that.

And there’s really no way around it, you just kinda gotta….figure out a way to make that happen. And its easier said than done, for sure, and its far from a sure thing, I bitch and moan constantly about people getting me wrong on various subjects because hoo boy do I seem to get a lot of people steamed about opinions I don’t actually have lolololol. So like I said, I get it, its frustrating as hell, when you’re absolutely sure the opinion they’re expressing of you is not based on something you’ve actually said or believe.

BUT.

But but but but but.

Before you go raring off to the races getting frustrated and fed up with a person because they seem just determined not to hear what you’re truly trying to say on a subject…..double check, triple check, make crystal fucking clear that you’ve reviewed what you’ve ACTUALLY said - not just what you think you said, not what you meant to say in your head, but rereading back to yourself what you ACTUALLY have said on the subject - and make 100% sure that they’re not picking up on something that YOU YOURSELF DIDN’T PICK UP ON WHEN EXPRESSING AN OPINION.

Because that happens. All the time. To all of us.

And just because we didn’t MEAN to put any ableism or racism or homophobia or sexism in there, that doesn’t mean that some didn’t slip in any way without our realizing not. We all grow up steeped in environments that are chock full of all those things and more, they inform and influence so many more of our opinions and choices and decisions than even we realize. And just because we don’t THINK of ourselves as being any of the above, doesn’t mean that we haven’t at any point expressed certain viewpoints or said certain things or performed certain actions…..that in and of themselves are ableist or racist or homophobic or sexist or transphobic or any of the above or more.

And just because we didn’t notice it was there didn’t mean it wasn’t there, and THAT could be what they’re picking up on…..and while that one instance of harmful thinking/speech/action isn’t necessarily representative of who you are as a whole…..to someone who only knows you via certain limited interactions, that one instance is a far greater slice of the pie, so there’s no real reason for them NOT to assume that’s representative of you overall, rather than an exception that only slipped through the cracks because you didn’t realize it was there.

So if you genuinely, truly don’t believe you’re ableist in your thinking or opinions and thus don’t want anyone to assume that of you, the only way to really do that is NOT to assume that nothing you say or do is ableist because you know yourself and know that you’re not an ableist person.

Rather, the thing to do is each and every time someone accuses you of that, like….take the time to review what you ACTUALLY said or did that they’re responding to, and double check that its not actually ableist. Reaffirm if only to yourself that you stand by what you said or did and that you said or did it for the right reasons and not what they’re presuming. It really doesn’t cost you that much time or energy to do that check-up on yourself….and the end result is that it doesn’t mean that you’re going to be able to change that person’s mind about you - if you said what you meant to say originally, and after reviewing it still stand by it, chances are, they’re probably interpreting you the way they are for their own reasons, and there’s not much any of us can do about that.

But at least you can be sure then that no matter what someone else thinks, YOU are comfortable with your reasons for feeling a certain way about certain characters or whomever…….and that ultimately is all that really matters. All that we have control over, and what we have to fall back on even when people are pissing us the hell off because they seem bound and determined to interpret us wrong - and truuuuuuust me, I mean it when I say I get that, lol.

But you gotta do the work. There’s no shorthand, not if you’re genuinely sincere about NOT wanting to be the thing that they think you’re being. None of us can unilaterally just….decide not to be ableist or something like similar, and TRUST that deciding not to be that thing ACTUALLY means that no ableist or similar thinking is ever going to sneak into our opinions or actions regardless.

So ultimately, my best advice is just to remember to listen just as much as you pay attention to what you say and put out there….because no matter how certain you are of your own nature overall, that doesn’t mean that individual actions and speech can’t get away from you…..and it doesn’t hurt you to be open to being told you did or said something ableist even if unintentionally. Rather, if you genuinely don’t want to be ableist, its to your BENEFIT, to be told when you unintentionally put something ableist into something you said or did or wrote…..so that you can be aware, and thus make sure not to do the same thing again….since if you were already aware of its ableism, you would never have put it in or said it in the first place.

So I mean, I guess its just about…..trust in yourself when you truly believe you’re right, after re-checking your math or the equivalent….but just as important, don’t be afraid to be wrong, if your real priority isn’t being ‘right’ about not being what they think you are, but instead just being or BECOMING ‘better’ than they think you are.

2) As to your second question, just do it, Nike slogan or not. LOL. Sorry, but there is no real means of protecting your ideas because ideas can’t be copyrighted - that’s how someone like CC gets away with what she did. Similar advice to what I just said above…..just trust in your own ingenuity. Don’t focus so much on the importance of having singular ideas or stories that nobody else has anything like, because there’s nothing truly new under the sun….other than execution. Only the way YOU execute an idea and unfold it over the course of an entire story is ever going to be truly unique, because any single idea can be taken in any of a million different directions. And the more you allow your own creativity to be about more than just a single idea or premise you had, the more its going to become distinct as YOUR creativity, YOUR execution of your various ideas, no matter how many other people do stories of similar premises.

‘Real’ writers get ripped off all the time, and it sucks, but its never stopped any that I’ve ever met, because the thing about real writers is they don’t NEED to rip off anyone else’s ideas….because they’ve got more than just one. And anyone who can come up with an idea for a story in the first place, rather than just stealing someone else’s, can come up with a second one, and a third. I truly believe that. There’s no imagination that only has a one-story limit…..just people who lack so much imagination or faith in their own imagination they default to stealing others’ in the first place.

Trust in your own uniqueness as a person and have faith that will imbue your execution of any story idea with enough unique elements or flavor that it’ll still be distinctly yours even if someone else rips off the basic premise. Once you give yourself permission to just….not be afraid of someone ripping you off, because you know that EVEN IF that should happen, you’d be okay because you’d still have other ideas, more stories to write……I PROMISE you, the fear of someone lurking around and waiting to rip you off will vanish completely. It doesn’t mean that such a person won’t still be out there. It doesn’t mean that someone won’t still try and steal one of your ideas somewhere down the line. But it does mean that even if they do, it won’t matter….because unlike them, you’re more than just one single idea.

And if someone actually rips off your execution of an idea, ie plagiarizes your actual story? That’s a different matter, but there are recourses for that. I mean, the mere fact of being able to point to your story existing in some form before they ever brought out their ripped off version of yours means that at the very least, you can torpedo their credibility. The only way to truly LEGALLY be protected in case of actual plagiarism is to copyright something, and you can’t copyright a fanfic for instance, since you don’t own the intellectual property, and you can’t copyright your premise since as I said above, nobody can copyright an idea, so honestly, I really do say and believe you’re better off just….not worrying about it. If it happens, there are ways to address it then, but building it up as an inevitable or even a likely hypothetical usually just acts as a form of self-sabotage convincing us there’s one more reason not to put ourselves and our work out there.

And that is SO much more devastating to your career as a writer or even just a fanwriter, than someone potentially ripping off one story of yours…….because it means you never put ANY stories out there, just for the sake of protecting even just that hypothetical singular one.

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vampqueersarchive · 4 years

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In a World Uncertain, Say You’ll be my Stone

Okay this is a original fic by me im sorry if its shit i was listening to an Alessia Cara song when I wrote this and used Troye songs in this as well idk its cute and i love it

Rating: G Word count: 4,427 Warnings: Accidental outing Summary: Freddie a makeup youtuber and his best friend Reese a singer decide to fake date after Freddie accidentally outs himself aka FRIENDS TO BOYFRIENDS (This is straight up fluff yo!)

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An annoying buzz was the first thing Freddie heard, a buzz he wanted to stop. Turning over with a groan he pulled his phone to his face, seeing his sister Katherine's name blinking across the too-bright screen. With weak still slow from sleep hands he finally answered with a sigh. "Hello-" He started voice gruff from just waking up. "You have got some explaining to do Mr." Katherine started in a soft, yet demanding tone. "Mum is going to kill you!" "Kat, the love of my life, Mum can kill me later, it's too early." He mumbled sleepily turning his face into the plush pillow. "Freddie, you're on the front page of every magazine, they caught you kissing Hayden." At that moment Freddie felt everything well up in his throat, suddenly all the drinks he had the night before had turned against him. He felt moments away from crying but also getting sick. "No..." he trailed off, "It can't be." he half-whispered to himself and his sister. "Kat, tell mum I'll call later." without letting her reply, he hung up his almost dead iPhone and did what he couldn't do on the phone. Freddie let himself cry, he couldn't believe he let himself get so absorbed into the night before. He could not believe he did what he promised himself he would never do until he felt that the time was right.

Freddie Barnes outed himself.

It wasn’t the fact that Freddie wanted to stay in the closet or the fact that he didn’t feel comfortable being himself. Hell no! That wasn’t Freddie, as most of Freddie's friends could attest to Bi Pride day he wore pink, lavender and blue as if his life depended on it. People. Biphobic people, homophobic people, transphobic, aphobic, nonbinaryphobic people were the ones he couldn’t handle. As strong as Freddie was he couldn’t handle all the hate that would be directed to him. Freddie knew the feeling all too well, back in Doncaster when he came out and all of his friends left him abandoned. Then a few years ago when his best friend came out and the internet flooded with so much love, but love is always drowned out by the unbearable hate. “Hayden,” Freddie spoke in a small brittle voice. Hayden Sanders his best friend who had to deal with all this hate long before, now getting even more all because of a drunken truth or dare game. All because of me Freddie thought to himself, It’s all your fault. Before Freddie could get any more down on himself a soft knock came from the other side of his door. “Come in” he softly spoke trying not to give the person an indication that he had been crying for the better part of an hour. Hayden slowly stepped through the door, looking about as rough as Freddie did. His long curls in an unruly heap that was meant to be a bun. Tear stain’s running from the waterline of his lashes, in long unforgiving streaks down to his chin. His clothes a wrinkled mess, still in the same outfit from the previous night. And worst of all he refused to meet Freddie gaze. “Hayden please look at me.” Freddie pleaded, his wobbly voice betraying him. However, Hayden still would not look into his eyes, he shuffled across the room towards Freddie bed taking Freddie tight in his arms and releasing the sobs Hayden tried so hard to keep in. This sent Freddie reeling, only tangling his fingers into Hayden’s lilac jumper, sending the tears he tried to hold back down his cheeks. “I’m so sorry Fredd.” Hayden whispered in his thick low voice. “I am so sorry.” Either of them could say any words, they only curled closer into the embrace. ~ It felt as though days past when Freddie woke up to the sound of glass clacking together. Sleepily rubbing the sleep from his eyes, pulling himself out of his large round bed and going to look for Hayden. With each step on the cold hardwood floor, Freddie remembered the hours before. The call from Katherine, another step Outing himself, another step Hayden coming crying, another step After being hit with a repeat of everything Freddie quickly made his way to his small kitchen, only to be face to face with Hayden. Hayden wasn’t himself, his usual bright cheeky smile reached his eyes. But now his eyes were dull, and his smile was just a fake one. As if he was trying to be strong for the both of them. “I made you tea, no milk like you like it,” Hayden said sliding a cup towards Freddie, placing his hands on the small island in the middle of the kitchen. “Freddie, I am so sorry. I can fix this I swear.” He pleaded, his smile faltering as his voice choked with the urge to cry. A few tetras weld up in Freddie's eyes only for him to shake his head. “H, there’s nothing you can do. What’s done is done. It was bound to happen at some point.” He shrugged, opening his arm nodding at his best friend to come in for a cuddle. “Now, all those fanfics of us will double, who knows maybe we’ll be some uni students looking for a new year’s kiss,” Freddie smirked as he sipped on his tea, causing Hayden to groan in response. “I didn’t even think of all the people that ship us. It’s rather cute though don’t you think.” Hayden mused, wrapping his arm around the small of Freddie back, making them connect seamlessly as they always do. Freddie giggled nodding, “I quite like the ones where we fake date each other to be honest. But that’s off the record Sanders.” The stern voice only to be compromised by the joyful expression, sending crinkles up to his eyes. A pleasant silence consumed the two of them before the elephant in the room became too much to bear. “Why don’t I call the lads?” Hayden suggested, looking at the wobble of Freddie's lip. “Please?” ~ Hours later and a distraction of pizza and makeovers lefts Freddie feeling better, that was until he decided to check his phone. As soon as he plugged in his rose gold iPhone, he went about his usual routine and clicked on twitter. As the app loaded Freddie nerves kicked in, dropping his phone to the ground causing Hayden, Ashton, and Liam to jump in their seats. As if in an instant, the boys were all wrapped tightly around Freddie, whispering sweet compliments into his hair. This went on until Freddie was finally calmed enough and stopped crying, mumbling a soft thank you in return. “Lads,” Hayden spoke up only nodding his head before it was just Freddie and Hayden in the room. “Freddie, I have an idea.” At this moment Freddie was up for any idea, that even included running through the streets of London with a bi-colored suit that read out “Freddie Barnes Is Bi” in big glittery letters. “Freddie I think we should fake date.” “Fake date?!?” Freddie screeched. “Hayden you have got to be kidding me, you finally got over all this hate about you being pan. You can finally kiss whoever you want in your videos without being bombarded with hate. Why would you do that?” Freddie whispered, looking down at his lap in defeat. “Fredd, I know how it feels going through this alone. I know how scary it can be, Freddie I don’t want my best friend to ever feel the same thing I did. Please let me help you for once.” Racking his brain with every negative outcome that could happen, Freddie suddenly was met with the widest pair of bright green eyes he had ever seen. At that moment Freddie knew all of his hindsight went out the window. “Okay, Hayden.” - It took Freddie a 30 minute laughing fit, followed by incoherent whispers of “I’m going to pretend to date my best friend” before anyone started to worry. Liam tried to help by bringing Freddie out some tea with lavender, to calm his nerves. While all the laughing made Ashton anxious and thus started to laugh too, causing Hayden to have to take a video of Ashton’s full out hollowing. When Liam finally came back in and connived Freddie to drink the tea, the room became far more relaxed. “So, someone please fill us in on what just caused all of that?” Ashton sounded horse from the laughing fit he just put himself through. “Hayden asked Freddie to fake date him,” Liam replied simply as Hayden nodded next to him. As soon as Liam spoke the hot tea came full force back out of Freddie's mouth in a spit take, sending him into a coughing fit. “Wait you knew?” Freddie coughed out. Liam just shrugged taking a sip of the tea he made for himself. “Who do you think gave him the idea? Look, Barnes, before you get all upset it’s better for the both of you. Coming at this purely from a pr standpoint, you can come out, be happy about your self, Hayden can spend more time with you, and either of you have to deal with any of the hate alone.” Ashton nodded, “Plus that means we can finally tweet about all the adorable shite you two do before you started to date.” He chipped in adding air quotes around ‘date’. “Fredd,” Hayden stated, “It’s the least I can do for you, and you have already done so much for me.” It took Freddie sometimes to think over it before he finally managed to agree. “So what’s our plan?” ~ Freddie knew exactly how this was going to go down, a simple coffee date, a few pap pictures, they hold hands news hits the stands, and then Freddie makes his coming out video. Even though having it all written down on paper helped, it also really didn’t. Things weren’t that simple. Freddie knew if they didn’t make this look believable enough it could all come shattering down around them. His nerves were in high gear making it almost impossible to even fill his brows properly much less try to do a flawless winged eyeliner. Holding up his rose lip liner from NYX he noticed his hands shaking making him even more nervous for the day. Adding his pink macaroon butter gloss, and then adding subtle glittered highlighter Freddie knew he was going to do this. And he was going to be the best fake boyfriend anyone could ever be. Well, that was until Freddie arrived at the coffee place. It was a small hole in the wall place that of course, Hayden would pick out. It looked like a try-hard hipster place that just didn’t feel right, maybe it was the deception he was about to do, or just the place itself but Freddie wasn’t sure about the plan any longer. As if on cue Hayden was right next to him, smiling his wide dimpled grin that melted the heart of everyone Hayden met, and Freddie could not be any more thankful for it at that moment. “H, what if we can’t do this?” Freddie whispered, trying to make sure that his fear didn’t lace his voice. Hayden only grinned wider in response, “I got you, I’ll keep you afloat.” Freddie felt his nerves melt instantly. His hands were no longer shaking, his racing heart slowly coming down to a soft tempo and everything clicking into place. - The date went much the same as any other time Freddie and Hayden are together, at least one picture of the other doing something silly, tons of banter and a few compliments (but of course Freddie still had to make at least one jab, now that Hayden is famous he doesn’t need an ego), and of course plenty of platonic kissing and cuddles. Now it felt so much more forced, causing Freddie to shy away every time Hayden’s hand lingered a bit too long. “Fredd,” Hayden spoke up trying to distract him from any negativity he may be having. “It’s just me it’s okay.” He tried to console only to make Freddie shy away more. “H, it just doesn’t feel right, it’s not for us anymore it’s for everyone.” Hayden could only frown in response as the waitress came to pick up their empty cups, “I’m sorry to intrude,” she started, a thick welsh accent rolling off her tongue “Would you mind if I get a picture?” The pair looked towards each other only to be interrupted by her laughing. “No with me silly, the two of you blokes. Hayden, I’ve been listening to your stuff forever, and Freddie you are just so sweet. The both of you just make me so happy, I kinda just want to see you two the same way.” They both agreed to get up from their seats cuddling close to each other for the picture, as she took the photo Freddie looked over and seen what she meant. Hayden looked so happy to be with Freddie, his eyes light up more than the stars in the night sky. Freddie wanted to name one for Hayden at that moment, but his thought was broken when Hayden asked she send the picture to him on twitter. Freddie knew at that moment everything was going to be fine. - “Fredd,” Hayden hummed out, as they walked out hand in hand into the chilled autumn air of London. Freddie only made a nose in return nuzzling his face into the sleeve of the brown leather jack Hayden sported. The conversation, however, was abruptly halted by the sounds of the camera’s clicking, and whispers of the people behind them. Freddie could only sigh in response before he smiled up at Hayden. “Come on, Boo lets give them something to take a picture of.” Before Freddie could comprehend what was happening, Hayden had to take Freddie and twirled him around, both of them giggling and squealing with delight as their two bodies left almost no space between them. There was a clear crimson blush lining both of there cheeks as another snap went off. Maybe they could do this. ~ The next day Freddie woke up to another annoying buzz of his phone, of course, he knew exactly who it was this time. Hayden's contact name popped up on the screen, Freddie couldn't help but smile and feel so much love when he saw it. “Hel-” He was cut off by screaming in the background from none other than Ashton. “Boo,” Hayden whined into the phone. “They released the pictures and Ashton won't believe me that we aren't dating.” Even though the phone Freddie could tell he was pouting. The usual Hayden pout where he tried to look all angry yet sad, and end up just looking like an oversized toddler. “Put the wanker on the phone,” Freddie giggled rolling his eyes. The phone switched over and a very excited scream erupted through the phone. “Holy shit, Ash can you be even more excited for a little fake relationship.” “Fredd you can't lie to me. I got those Irish instincts and you lot are lying.” Ashton huffed out in pride. Freddie could only smirk at the wildness of his friend. “Yeah, yeah Mr. Ireland. Give the phone back to curls now will ya.” “Give the phone back to curls! Now that's going on twitter.” Ashton shouted as the phone was handed back to Hayden. “Boo I thought you said you were going to fix this,” Hayden said in a mock sad tone. “But it's Ash, what will ya do?” Hayden chuckled out his thick voice spoke in a slow soothing hum, sending a pleasant wave of warm down Freddie's spine. Freddie nodded humming in response before he realized why Hayden called in the first place. “Did the pictures turn out well?” “Fredd don't worry everyone is talking about them, I'm pretty sure Frayden is trending on twitter right now. But I was meaning to ask you something?” “And what would that be the love of my life?” “Hah ha very funny Fredd, but Liam thought it would be a good idea if we did more stuff together. Ya know after you make your coming out video.” That hadn't even crossed Freddie's mind having to make that video, the video where he couldn't turn back. The video where he had to lie and say his best friend was the person he was dating. “Yea,” he whispered into the phone. “Hayden can you be there when I record the video, please I need it.” “You don't have to ask Fredd, you're my best friend. Our friendship comes first.” A smile spread across Freddie's cheeks sending crinkles to the corner of his bright blue eyes. “Come over tomorrow okay?” - Freddie spends the day procrastinating, usually, that meant going on twitter but that was the last place he even wanted to look at. Instead, he decided to do something big tomorrow. He was going to do a coming outlook. Putting on his old vans and a pink knitted beanie he went to the closest drug store and found everything he needed from NYX. Picking up white eyeliner, the ultimate shadow palette, and the matte lip cream in soule, Moscow, and Paris. As he headed for the check out a young boy came up to him and hugged him without any warning. “Hi, Freddie!” The young boy chirped in excitement, “My mum is letting me get makeup thanks to you!” The boy smiled his whole face lighting up. Freddie couldn't hold back the pride he felt in helping this little boy become confident and feel okay to wear makeup. “That's amazing little lad, make sure to-” Freddie was cut off by the little boy finishing his line “Get Nyx because Nyx is best!” the boy smiled hugging Freddie one last time before he went off to get his make up. Knowing by just having his makeup channel he made that much of a difference he knew coming out could only make an even better one. ~ “Thanks for watching everyone and I'll see you next time.” Freddie smiled huffing a sigh as soon as Hayden turned off the camera. “Fredd that was amazing you did so well.” Hayden grinned opening his arms pulling Freddie into a tight hug. “But I hope you realize you're gonna have to do a pan look for the next pride.” “Nahh, you can watch the tutorial.” Freddie giggled pulling away from the hug, finally getting to look in the mirror without so much anxiety running through him. Freddie felt amazing, light pink and purple on his upper lid, flowed into a blue making his eye pop and a white-winged linger flicking out to a dramatic curve. His lips mimicking the bi flag and the sliver and purple glitter lining his cheeks. He then looked up behind him where Hayden was sanding smiling at his best friend with so much pride. “Thank you for being here, H.” “Anything for you Boo,” Hayden said his thick warm voice filling the room. “Liam wanted me to talk to you about something though.” Freddie's mood dropped instantly thinking that he would have to go through his alone. All of his fears welling upon his face as Hayden looked back over to Freddie with a frown. “Fredd, no don't worry. It's nothing bad I promise.” He said taking Freddie's hand and leading him to sit on the bed. “He said we should try kissing in front of the paps, or even when we film one of the videos or when you come to my concert with in the next two months..” He trailed off slowly toning his voice into a mumble. Freddie didn't really know how to respond. He gently squeezed Hayden's hand to try and clam him a bit. “Liam wants to make it look natural?” Freddie asked tracing his finger along the lines of Hayden's anchor. Hayden could only blush and nod, “Um... Yea.” “Well let's practice.” Freddie leaned in first, tipping his head slightly to the left as Hayden leaned to the right. They both fluttered closed, as their lips connected in what Freddie felt like a spark. Freddie hands trailed up and tangled his fingers into the ends of his curls. Hayden moved his arms to wrap around Freddie's waist. The feeling of safety and love spread throughout Freddie traveling to his fingertips. His fingers felt like sparks as he tried to pull Hayden closer when their lips worked together in what felt like a perfectly tuned orchestra playing in a beautiful symphony. To Freddie, the world felt as if the world stood still until the moment they pulled apart. The pulled apart blinking at each other in a form of shock and content, giggling like school kids who kissed their crush out in the schoolyard. A blush spread across Hayden's cheeks only causing Freddie to smile wider. “Come on, Romeo” Freddie started. “Let's film our first video.” ~ The first month went by with ease for the most part. The fans and paps loved their chemistry. They became the most talked about couple in all of 2016 Kimaye be damned. The fans loved when the two of them started to live stream, and even when Hayden made Freddie sing one of his songs. (The hashtag Frayden Sing Youth trended for almost two days.) However, with all the love came hate. Many people would come on Freddie channel and just say he was using Hayden for fame. Others would send biphobic messages to Hayden over Freddie only to get blocked in return. But for the most part, they were accepted. Ashton wasn't helping on the casual dating front though. Every time the lads were together Ashton would tweet something cute they said or even post a picture. Ashton convinced their fans at one point they were living together and adopted a kitten when he posted a picture of Freddie kissing Hayden's cheek as Hayden held up a small sphynx kitten in his hand. In all everything was starting to become Freddie life. Every Tuesday film two videos of his own and maybe one with Hayden. Wednesday was their best friend breakfast date that over the last month turned into a fake dating date. And on the weekends Freddie helped Hayden filming for his new music video series. And today was finally the release of Wild and also the day of the concert. In all Freddie felt a bubble of excitement well up. To celebrate the event Freddie and Hayden were going to do a live stream of them dying their hair matching colors before the event. It was 10 o'clock and Hayden still wasn't there. The hour soon changed over and Hayden still wasn't there. Freddie didn't know what to feel, he tried calling and it was straight to voice mail, he tried texting and no response. It was only 3 hours until the video premiere so Freddie texted once more before starting the live stream. The stream ended as the video went up and Freddie couldn't be more stressed. He kept running his hands through his new bubble gum pink hair as he refreshed his phone waiting and hoping for Hayden. But no call no text, he got nothing from Hayden. That's when the night came crashing in when Freddie got a text from Liam saying “Hayden's sorry.” - Day's went by and there was still no message from Hayden, everyone was tweeting asking when the next live stream would be, or even asking if the two of them were okay. It took a full week before Freddie shut down on himself. Every time he looked in the mirror and saw pink it made him want to shave his head. When he saw the tattoos, he had to pull on a sweater before he would start to cry. One drunken night Freddie could not hold back his feelings anymore, so he called Ashton. “Fredd, hey are you okay?” Ashton's voice seemed just weak as Freddie did until he realized it was 3 am. “Ash, I made my best friend hate me, he won't even talk to me anymore. Why did I do this? Why did I say yes to him.” Freddie sobbed before his words became incoherent. The other end of the line was quite before Freddie whispered in a wrecked voice from crying, “Ashton?” “Barnes,” Ashton started. “H fell in love with you.” ~ Freddie woke up again the same way he woke up two months prior. His phone buzzing but this time it was Hayden. Freddie picked up but he couldn't talk he felt so weak like he couldn't. “Fredd,” Hayden whispered in a soft rough voice from what sounded to be crying. “Can I come in?” “Of course.” and with that, Freddie heard his front door unlock as Hayden made his way into the room. Freddie met him there opening the door and let him in. “So,” Hayden looked town paying with the hem of his pullover. “I guess the cats out of the bag.” Freddie laughed only going back to the stony expression he started with. “Don't you dare make me laugh Sanders I'm still mad at you.” the room went silent as Hayden looked up to meet Freddie's eyes. “Why didn't you tell me?” “Because, why would you love me back? You're Freddie Barnes, you are perfect and amazing, and my best friend. I never meant for it to get this far.” He said voice wobbling try to hold back his tears. “H, you're always going to be my friend, but-” “No Boo, don't 'but' me” Hayden pleaded but before he could get any more out Freddie pulled him into a kiss. “You're always going to be my friend first, and my boyfriend second.” - The two stayed intertwined for the next few hours, nothing could get in between them. They felt content in each other's arms as they talked about nothing and play with each other makeup. The two of them feeling so happy and comfortable with each other they knew it had to be fiat. It was days later when they finally deiced to post a picture. Hours before Hayden finally dyed his hair and they thought it would be the best time to show it off. The picture was posed with Freddie's pink hair and Hayden's soft mint hair as they sat cross-legged holding hands while they kissed then captioned it “Friends before anything else.”

~Fin~

#screaming #i am having a name crisis rn so no name #my writing #original work #original fiction #writing #writingblr #authors on tumblr #authors

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takaraphoenix · 5 years

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35,18,3,7 (on the original Charmed)

Thanks for playing! ^-^

3. rant. just do it

Okay, here goes nothing.

Americans annoy me with their high hourse TV plot writing these days. Like, yeah, just as any other sane person, I know that your guys’ government putting human beings into cages and separating children from their parents and basically Third Reiching it up in there is really terrifyingly bad - as a German, I might even get that a little bit more than some others.

But I’m... I’m really tired of them doing this “what is happening right now is Really Very Bad and we will whack you over the head with that in your fun escapism TV show”.

Because look. If I’d... If I’d want to engage with this terrifying shit going on, I’d be right now watching the news. Not Supergirl. Not Legends of Tomorrow.

I, like many others, watch TV as a means of escapism. Especially shows about idiot timetravelers and aliens who are unrecognizable when they put on glasses.

That a show like Orange is the New Black that is set and grounded in this reality and actually deals with prison conditions and has tackled these type of injustices from the get-go addresses it makes a whole lot of sense and fits the theme.

But every single show turning into “we shouldn’t treat other beings who are just like us but have slight differences and may come from a different place like they are below us!!!” is... it’s exhausting.

Not everybody watching this is American. It’s not like we can do anything to help. And, let’s be really really clear: A show that is so damn heavy on feminism and LGBT themes has long since lost any of the viewers whose hearts and minds these kind of plotlines are meant to change. No Straight White Male Republican Racist is still watching a show with half the cast being POC and LGBT and female. The only people you’re reaching are the people who absolutely know that what is happening is wrong and terrifying.

And what makes it more frustrating was that Supergirl in particular was always very out of this world; quite literally. They opted, after Trump was elected, to put a female president onto that Earth. A reasonable, wise woman who works for the rights of others. And that made this show all the more wonderful and all the more escapism from this reality because it was literally presented as a better alternate Earth to ours. That they had to get her impeached to replace her with a Straight White Male Racist so you can hammer the metaphor of aliens = immigrants in was... not necessary, not on that world.

And especially not with the exact same message running course on three different shows that share one universe - because yeah, the whole “metahumans are different than us and are being murdered” thing is the same tune, you just exchanged alien/magical creature with metahuman there.

I just... It’s too much. I get tight-chested every single time I have to face another horrible, inhumane, Hitleresque thing that Trump said or did. I don’t need you to whack me over the head with thinly veiled metaphors.

Especially since you’re not even doing it in a creative way. The bad guy is the Old White Man, while most of the aliens and magical creatures that are prominently features are played by actors of color, just in case anyone was still missing the metaphor. It’s... It’s not even clever writing.

And I don’t... I just... Honestly, I actually find it kind of offensive that writers think we need a metaphor where the immigrants are literal aliens. Like, humans do this shit to other humans. That you’re pretending that “oh no they are doing this to aliens while all humans hold together” is... even more unrealistic than the whole premise of Supergirl to begin with, to be quite frank.

It’d even be... fine. Durable. If it were one show only but to be whacked over the head with the exact same message on multiple shows running parallel is really tiresome actually.

I get it. I know what you’re saying. I agree. And so does the whole entire damn rest of the audience. Because if they didn’t get the whole point of Superman and Supergirl literally being refugees on Earth and them LITERALLY being created by Jewish men during WWII and if they weren’t racist enough to stop watching when two black men became superheroes and if they weren’t homophobic enough when one of the main characters came out as a lesbian and started very explicitely to have a relationship with another woman and if they weren’t transphobic enough to quit when you introduced a trans character to the main cast and if they weren’t misogynistic enough to just straight up quit this majorly female-led feminist show on season one, then honestly you’re barking up the wrong tree there.

7. opinion on… Charmed

THIS WAS MY FIRST BIG OBSESSION! *^*

Oh, I loved Charmed - literally all of my walls, including my ceiling, were plastered with posters of the show! I did the puppy-dog eyes at anyone who bought teen magazines back then, I got cut-out articles about it every time it was somewhere, I still have self-recorded VHS tapes with the entire show in my closet.

I even wrote my very first fanfiction for this show, back then ink on paper in a journal because we’re talking pre-Phoe-is-allowed-on-the-internet-age, I had my first next gen OC line-up for that show.

And it was, to date, the only ever where I actually also got invested in the actors. Particularly Alyssa Milano. And if I saw anything where Alyssa Milano or Julian McMahon were in, I watched it, not even caring what it was, because I loved them so much.

I mean, I’ve always loved witches, you know? But this show just hit everything for me. Back then I really related to Phoebe the most, because she was the youngest and thus most relatable for pre-teen me, she was kind of a screw-up who didn’t really know what she was doing. I always wanted big sisters like Piper and Prue.

Many of my favorite tropes were first introduced to me there. Seriously, this show is why I love a good “everybody lives together”. A team as a family, by blood and also beyond that.

Them killing off Prue killed me. I cried so hard so long back then.

And also this is like the only show ever where I got incredibly invested in the canon ships. Leo/Piper, Cole/Phoebe, Andy/Prue. All. The. Way. Obviously, canon broke my heart twice but that doesn’t mean I can’t live in eternal denial.

It’s also the first time I encountered a TV show overstaying its welcome, because that last season was absolutely unnecessary, start to finish. The season before that had the perfect finale - the sisters, getting to live a normal life, then that little wink by the door closing just like Prue’s powers used to close it, it put tears in my eyes and had me incredibly content. Then they had to add a blonde Mary-Sue to the mix and go on for another season and just nope.

And yes, you notice my focus on Prue. I love her. She still remains my second favorite after Phoebe and I will admit I never quite warmed up to Paige and would have preferred if the whole... actor fall out hadn’t happened and Prue could have continued on in the show. So, that’s my favorite part of it; back when Prue was alive and Cole was also still alive.

18. rant about your favorite musician

...At this point, I am thinking that maybe you should have asked each number in a separate ask because this thing is long.

But okay, I actually do have something to rant about there!

HOW DOES THE YOUTH TODAY NOT UNDERSTAND PUNK. URGH.

A few weeks back, my favorite musician was on TV. There was a music event, I think it was a benefit and also a peaceful protest, led by him, among others, and before it, he stepped up to the mic to say a few words and I was watching that with my grandparents and my brother and he just went “Urgh, that guy again. Why does he have to be everywhere? And why is he talking about this? It’s none of his business, he should just do music”.

Like.

No.

Campino is a punk. Die Toten Hosen is a punk rock band.

Protesting the government and what is wrong with society is literally what punk does. Punk is only secondarily a music genre. First and foremost, it is a means to be loud and vocal about politics. So to organize a peaceful protest and to speak up about the mistreatment of immigrants in our country is literally what punk should be.

The fact that there’s younger people who don’t know that is terrifying. The fact that younger people in Germany just know Campino as an old musician and not as a punk is also terrifying. Go listen to DTH and study up on punk, please.

35. what does home mean to you?

Ah, finally a short one! xD (Just kidding, I do love ranting!)

Home is where I feel at ease, where I can be myself, where I’m happy. These requirements can be fulfilled outside of my own four walls - it’s like, when I am in London, this incredible sense of home fills me too, surprisingly enough. Gods, I wanna go back to London...

Unusual Ask Game

#About Me #Random Rants #lots of ranting #Unusual Ask Game #send me asks #shadowruned

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Coming Out

After months of hesitation, uncertainty and anxiety surrounding this, I realized that I’ve got a few biological relatives that I wish to keep in touch with. My original plan was to cut off my family without notice, just change my phone number and continue with life as is. I live 3,000 miles away from them and so this feat would not be difficult, but like I said, there are certain people I do want to see again.

On November 25th I texted my father. I kept it simple. I wrote, “I’m trans.” I waited nervously for the angry phone call I expected to follow. Nothing. Approximately 8 hours later he texts back, “What does that mean?” I was perplexed by his response, wondering how it could be that he doesn’t know about trans people. I explained that I’ve been medically transitioning from female to male for the past year and a half, and thought it best to tell him in advance of seeing him again so that he’d have time to adjust and process the news. His response? “Ok, love you.” That’s all he wrote. I wasn’t sure how to feel. Was his response indicative of apathy, acceptance or approval? My mind swirled around those words trying to figure out what they really meant. A day or so later my mother texts me. “I’m sorry you didn’t feel like you could talk to us years ago,” she wrote. “We love you, care about you and are here for you. What name do you want us to call you?” At first I thought she must be fucking with me. She’s never approved of anything I’ve done before, why is she being supportive now? We texted back and forth a few times and she eventually requested that we talk on the phone. I dreaded that request. Oh great, I thought to myself, filling with anxiety, here comes the ridicule and the part where she tries to convince me that I’m not really trans and that I’m making a huge mistake. She called me Wednesday morning (11-29) and to my shock she remained supportive. My mother, an evangelical Christian who typically only votes for Republicans and has a previous history of making homophobic/transphobic remarks, is accepting of me as a gay transman. She had a lot of questions and stayed on the phone for two hours. Usually our phone conversations last no more than 10 minutes. She doesn’t know anyone else who is trans and so she was completely unaware that many of her questions could have been viewed as very offensive. For example: “So, if you’re attracted to men, and you’re a guy without a penis, how does that work” and “why can’t I call you by [deadname] anymore” I had to laugh a little when she said that her and most of my relatives thought that I’d come out as a lesbian at some point. I was like, um, you do realize that in order to be a lesbian you have to be exclusively attracted to women, right? I decided to not get into details about how I actually have been involved with women before but it’s so extremely rare. Around cishets I prefer to identify as Gay since >90% of my crushes/dates/romantic endeavors have been with men. I think I could be more accurately described as a homoflexible demisexual, for those who are familiar with such terms.

Unfortunately, my father has not spoken to me yet, but my mother says he does not share her feelings of support currently. He is much more conservative and is concerned that I didn’t think this through completely, that I’m just doing it to fit in with my new friends here on the west coast. I assured her that I’ve felt male my entire life and that I did extensive research before deciding this was best for me. It’s not like I woke up one day and said, y’know, I wanna try being a man this week. Anyways, I noted my memories of her previous disapproval of queer people and was curious what led to her change of heart. She explained that it’s because her church pastor had a change of heart about it after the Pulse shootings last year and now her church is welcoming of gays. I’m kinda pissed off that it took a mass shooting for my mother to turn into a somewhat decent human being, but I’m happy she is accepting of my true identity. Here’s hoping it stays that way.

UPDATE as of 12-3-17: I left it up to my mother to notify my sister and grandmother. My grandmother left me a text saying, “I’ll still love you regardless of whatever you do whoever you are in wherever you are just remember that sleep well and we’ll talk in the day by phone.” We still haven’t talked by phone but I need a break. I’m mentally exhausted just from the phone calls with my mother and sister. My sister called and she kept me on the phone for 3 fucking hours. It was great to hear from her but I don’t think I’ve ever been on the phone that long with anyone, with the exception of my best friend from middle school, Jack. Jack and I could be on the phone longer than 2 hours if my mother didn’t insist that we get off the phone so she could use the internet. I know, I’m really showing my age here. My sister has 2 master’s degrees and works in the medical field, so I was shocked to discover how little she knew about transgender experiences. She thought that all trans people want bottom surgery, had never heard of the concept of deadnaming, and didn’t know the difference between a polyamorous relationship and an open relationship. She also didn’t have a clue how HRT worked, so there was a lot of explaining to do on my part. She did ask me something I hadn’t considered and I had to pause for a second to figure out what she meant. Basically, Caitlyn Jenner is the only trans person she’s familiar with ([rolls eyes] of course), and wanted to know if you should still use that person’s current name to refer to something they did in the past. She said, “Do I say that Bruce won an Olympic medal or that Caitlyn won an Olympic medal, because only one of those is historically accurate!” At first I wasn’t sure how to answer but I decided to tell her to go with just using Caitlyn. Then, after all this, my sister slaps me with news: she’s trying to get pregnant. It is very possible that I could be an uncle in the next few years. My sister wanted to know what she should tell her future children about me. At first I told her frankly it would be none of their business that I used to be legally female. I value my privacy, thank you much. “But they’re going to see old family pictures and wonder about it.” I don’t know, sis, maybe don’t show them those pictures?? I imagine that her child or children will not be asking these sorts of questions until they’re 10 or 11, if they bother to ask at all, and if none of my relatives manage to out me before then.

#coming out #ftm #trans #deadname #afab #gay

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sofiathebirb · 4 years

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Day 12 - More text to a god of text!

Day 12 09.09.2020 Wednesday

I went sleep around 0:30

I have a dream when everything is fading in the dark and I just walk to nowhere until I lay down and go to sleep, then I wake up.

I woke up in 6:54 or so

9:15 I think I just have PTSD and something with it ah and not autism... that's goo-.. wait...

I'm shaking...

9:38 I think I lived well... And I don't have PTSD, I'm actually fine, I'm just weird, and crazy, and stupid as people say...` When I'm trying to act like a normal human in fact I'm acting odd even more, so..

10:02 I will go to school almost right now, I feel bad. Did I notice that my mom screamed at me before she went to work? Now you know.

*notebook writings*

10:19 I'm in school I thought I were late

10:57 Phew... I just wrote test on biology lesson, I thought it would be different, at least I hope I'll get a grade 4 or something. (we have a 5 grade system, ok?).

11:28 Ah... it's so hot here and it's just for me? it's because I'm nervous? but...

11:34 Ah... there is a noise that sounds like I'm in a hair salon.. I meant.. Why there is blank timestamps sometimes? I got distracted and then I forgot. It's odd, because I don't have ADHD. I can focus, so huh... it's weird because I can remember a lot,but...

I don't have PTSD because in fact dreams when I'm alone in places that I hate are nice, because everything is slightly different and there is no one there, so this place where I lived before actually gives me a good feeling somehow.. so.... AHA! I'm just a crazy weirdo because I don't have this ?? (it?) (her?) (I wasn't able to figure out what I wrote there). I have various symptoms, but there is always something that makes me confused.

Fun fact: because on the internet I seem normal when I'm trying to act like a "normal" human.. Ah.. I'm weird... interesting... HMM... What if I don't have a panic attack? what if this is just how I feel for always... I can't have PTSD because I have had some symptoms since I was a child.

12:10 Ah. Someone walked in class and asked for two girls and one boy from the teacher specially class. And ah I didn't know what is going on and why I should do they said Кирилл go to them, he said, well how about Artem (me), Whole class start to laugh like haha he is a girl (but I'm :d) (edit: I forgot to notice that I don't sure how it happened, but people start laughing like that, but how it happend, I don't sure) and a lot of transphobic things (and transphobic jokes) then someone said what about Боротов (I don't know his name... Yeah I still don't know their names) that we have another boy in teacher class and the whole class starts to laugh even lougher. Кирилл said as a joke "Hey, you should go, you look more manly than us" (ah, lol, it's true). Everything was odd (feels like in fog, but...) , everything was bright and loud (too much sounds!), I had no Idea what was going on. Anyways I stayed in class (Also I had to explain. We have two classes that were splitted in one class so sometimes people call our class 11 "АУ" when normally there should be only one letter for an example 11 "А")

I wonder why people are so transphobic and homophobic because we (me and Кирилл) Immediadly claimed as gays (why?)... but hey gender is not orentation...

When something unplanned happens I really don't like that , sometimes, when it's also according to me I just get lost in many things. Example: people tell me to choose something, but it's insanely hard for me. I will get lost and lose the ability to speak or just will not be able to answer this, or when people speak directly to me I can get lost and also can't speak. I'm not shy when it's happening so Idk what is this.

(Like people from internet thinks, (they think I'm just shy) it's happening even in my family, but slightly lighter (I don't sure tbh, maybe the same) ( other relative is 100% not lighter))

13:18 So booooring! I'm in school and idk what to do. I don't have a working smartphone. Hah, I don't saw this symptom anywhere so idk is this normal, but very often, randomly everything feel very fast like two times, but in fact It's more seems like If I have two times more frames per second, sometimes there is some sort of a trail from moving objects and it's very often adding to that (fog? sensory overload? whatever is this?). It's not always come with that "fog" (Or maybe it comes, but with a lighter version, I don't sure), but very often, I really think that it's isn't normal. I have had this for my whole life and it doesn't get weaker but get more stronger (If compare to sounds and light and etc).

When I will be home... no I don't wanna check, I don't need a false diagnosis (self diagnose) anymore!

Also I still have no Idea what a diary should look like. I should write every step, everything I saw in detail or just continue like I'm doing now?

This day is more spontaneous and random and unplanned. I don't like it.

I'm acting like I can support conversation, but in fact I just talk about things that I know and when I run out of this I'll stop writing. Often it's happen after music stage and then that's it.. we can stop talking at all, I don't bad I just have no idea what to talk about and how to support dialogue, if before, after hello I can send random artist, song , or start tell new infom but now it will look more like:

?? - hi! ^^

Me - hi?

?? - how are you doing

Me - idk

?? - Oh..

Me - good morning

?? - good morning!^^

*the end*

and the day after we stopped talking for a week...

(there is rain outside.. ah...)

Very hard to do two things or more in the same moment (I wrote word moments so bad here! I'm shocked that I understand what is this)

I have no idea (btw it's 13:49) where to tell this, but My mom and her sister had race. Like my cousin learned to speak faster than me and learn how to read faster , and learn how to write faster, it's not because of age difference, we have just around 2 months difference. And I was slower on up to 10 months (or more) (or 8+ months if with right age). In someday it was like this: he can write and speak, but I barely can understand them (what people saying), I remember we drew something and mine thing 10 times worse and we wrote text there, but instead of text I had a bunch of zigzags and people laugh at me (I was very sad). Btw it's odd but I never had problems with moving and walking hah... My mom scream on my everyday because I can't learn anything I were crying. I Cried almost always and cried a lot until 2020 (I'm dead) (P.S don't worry I think it's going back). I always was too emotional (and it's too easy, ridiculously easy to make me cry or hurt me). Anyways I am learning things though I suffer, screaming and beating... It was very bad, at least I had less problems with mathematics. Also my dad packed his stuff so he can leave us anytime at all he made it a month ago with a huge scandal he even hit me, not hard, but also he hit my mom, she always have bruises from him... even now (I'm very rarely have bruises when my dad hit me, because he don't beat me like when I was very young) Btw I feel like always again (almost), I just don't need to think that this things are wrong and it's symptom of whatever, I need to stop to think like that because I'm dying, so I will slowly stop writing thoughts like this or just label them with "Is this normal? I don't know" with not actually finding answers to that question.

(???) -----

It's almost 14:45 and I'm going home soon

*end of notebook writings*

15:09 I'm home and ah... I think that sounds from that garage go louder and louder with every time I pass it by. You know... I also wear a warm jacket, because it's very cold for me while other people don't wear jackets at all. idk I think I have problems with temperatures, mainly with minus temperatures... Mainly with minus, because I can get sick very easily. It's warm... I just feel bad. Also the same thing in shower, warm is hot to me, so I need to use very hot water.. (I don't have to explain how I detected this... uhm) . Also for real it's should called not fog because umm, it very far from that, I know people calling different thing with fog, so It's better to call "What the fuck is happening". And I will never talk about this ever again... .Yeah it's a OK GO reference. now I want to listen to them . _ . but first at all.. Lemon Demon!

15:27 Message in reddit from /u/RedditCareResources... again... hmm... nice...

15:45 aaaah come one, my internet can't do anything again, I can't even watch videos in 144p

19:21 my mom scream on my father on the telephone

19:44 it's hot again for some reason

20:31 I'm still doing my homework, just want to say that I didn't really speak to anyone today (On the internet).

23:57 I finished writing my diary for today! Did I notice that my mom started saying that I'm very bad again today? It's odd... like I have more time in school than at home... anyways I'm going to upload this to tumblr and google drive, brush my teeth and whatever then go to sleep…

0:04 It’s stupid!

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lindyhunt · 6 years

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Everything That Upset the Internet This Week

What was the web-o-sphere getting angry about this week? A Kim Kardashian Instagram (again), a four second audio clip and bra sizes. Here’s everything you need to know.

Kim Kardashian promotes appetite suppressing lollipops

THE STORY: Under a super glam—seemingly nude—photograph of herself sucking on a red lollipop, Kim Kardashian wrote to Instagram: “#ad, You guys, @flattummyco just dropped a new product. They’re Appetite Suppressant Lollipops and they’re literally unreal. They’re giving the first 500 people on their website 15% OFF so if you want to get your hands on some…you need to do it quick!#suckit”.

THE REACTION:

Kim Kardashian promoting appetite suppressants. Does she have absolutely no shame? This is incredibly damaging and dangerous. pic.twitter.com/thFTNoCjYA

— Em Sheldon (@emshelx) May 16, 2018

kim kardashian is really almost 40 years old with all the money in the world and she's still out here advertising appetite suppressants to teenagers on instagram

— Katelin (@etherealbunny) May 16, 2018

wow i have lost all respect for Kim Kardashian. promoting appetite suppressants when it’s mental health awareness week?? there are so many people who battle or who have battled with an eating disorder and she is making not eating look like it is “trendy”. disgusting and selfish.

— letice day (@leticeyday) May 16, 2018

RIGHTEOUSNESS OF THE RAGE: Kim’s body is a huge part of her image. Would she be famous without her iconic curves? It’s hard to say. Either way, there’s little doubt that many of her loyal followers view her figure as aspirational. Partnering with brands that promise an easy road to looking like a Kardashian is sort of a genius business fit. It’s where most of the Kardashians are making their money: Kylie with her lip kits and Khloe with her “Revenge Body” TV series. These people are in the business of selling unattainable beauty standards.

But just because the manipulation makes sense doesn’t make it right. These are dangerous products that aren’t regulated by the U.S. Food and Drug Administration. If you’re looking desperate for Kardashian sister to give you health advice, stick to Kourtney’s feed.

Rihanna’s Savage x Fenty isn’t inclusive enough

THE STORY: After months of anticipation—and more than a few teasers—Rihanna’s new lingerie line officially launched last Friday morning. In the same vain as Fenty beauty, Rihanna set out to create something that is diverse and inclusive, promising to make woman of all “shapes, sizes, and colours” feel beautiful.

Initially, the brand advertised that the bra options would go up to 44DDD. But, now that the site has launched, fans have noticed that the actual cup sizes on the Savage x Fenty website only go up to 44DD.

THE REACTION:

Literally got excited for savage x fenty by @rihanna but the biggest size is a DD 😑🤨 so hard to find cute bras in a G that fit well

— Beth Lily (@BethanyLilyA) May 13, 2018

I’m sorry, but Savage X Fenty didn’t dazzle me one bit. The line claimed to be size inclusive, but cup sizes didn’t go past DD, and the plus lingerie options were limited & minimal. I love Rihanna, but it was disappointing.

— le gros bonnet 🦋 (@SimoneMariposa) May 13, 2018

I'm sorry, what? Savage X Fenty is supposed to be exclusive for all sizes and have a wide range but they only go up to DD? Yet, on the email sign up they listed sizes way bigger than that? That's bullshit. I love Rihanna but I'm honestly pissed off. @rihanna #SavageXFenty

— Cianndra (@CianndraS) May 11, 2018

RIGHTEOUSNESS OF THE RAGE: Wait, so does this mean not even Rihanna is perfect?! LOL NOPE! The Queen quickly responded to her distraught followers—on Twitter, of course. “My boobs are too big for @SavageXFenty I’m upset,” a fan shared, complete with a sad face. Promising to leave no woman feeling left out, the brand responded:

Don't worry Em. We are on the beginning and soon there will be more sizes and styles to come ! Don't forget to opt-in to receive all the updates emails from SavageXFenty !

— Savage X Fenty (@SavageXFenty) May 14, 2018

Rita Ora “Girls”

THE STORY: Last week, Rita Ora released her submission for the Song of Summer, a star-heavy track titled “Girls.” The song features four female artists—Ora, Charli XCX, Bebe Rexha, and Cardi B—rapping and singing about hooking up with women. Intended as a celebration of sexual freedom, the song features lyrics such as: “I ain’t one-sided, I’m open-minded, I’m 50-50 and I’m never going to hide it” before heading into the oh-so-catchy chorus, “Red wine, I just want to kiss girls, girls, girls.”

THE REACTION:

So cardi B, Charlixyz Bebe Rexha, & Rita ora all think it’s ok to make a song about getting girls but none of them are LGBTQ? Nah you can’t “be a lipstick for one night” stop appropriating my culture foh this is why straight girls think it’s cute to flirt with us & waste our time

— nicky☘️ (@nicolepotz_) May 10, 2018

rita ora and cardi b made a song about wanting to kiss girls but cardi b is straight, her boyfriend is homophobic, SHE’S transphobic, and she mentioned “scissoring”. scissoring. help me jesus. i hate straight people

— elisha ❁ (@softaIvarez) May 11, 2018

Girls by Rita Ora,Bebe Rexha,Cardi B, Charlie XCX is written by men and not only did the song makes a harmful impact on the LGBTQ+ community, its message reinforces the stigma that bisexual is an experience and is under the male gaze as "girl on girl action, in this essay i will-

— vee 🐋 saw hayley kiyoko!! (@lgbtyourboivee) May 12, 2018

RIGHTEOUSNESS OF THE RAGE: This narrative isn’t new to pop culture. It’s the same brand of sexualized girl-on-girl action that had Madonna and Brittany Spears locking lips on stage and Katy Perry singing “I kissed a girl and I liked it.” Naively, most of us thought that in 2018 we were a little more woke—that this male-gaze gimmick to shock and provoke was a thing of the past. It’s important for artists to be open about their sexual identities, and fortunately more and more queer musicians are finding a platform in the industry.

Is “Girls” an example of an experience that’s authentic? It might be. Rita Ora has issued an apology in response to the backlash, saying she has “had romantic relationships with both women and men” and that this is her “personal journey.” She adds that the song was not intentionally meant to cause harm to the LGBTQ+ community.

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— Rita Ora (@RitaOra) May 14, 2018

What do you hear: Yanny or Laurel?

THE STORY: On Tuesday morning, social media star Cloe Feldman posted the clip to her Instagram story, asking her followers “What do you hear? Yanny or Laurel.” Some hear one word, others hear the other. It’s very confusing.

THE REACTION:

How is anyone hearing laurel it’s clearly lanny?? I’m CONFUSED https://t.co/8M5LydoM6W

— Mollie (@longlivemollie) May 16, 2018

CAN SOMEONE EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT THE WHOLE THING IS ABOUT LANNY OR LAUREL OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT? IM SO FUCKING CONFUSED HELP-

— Lea ♡ (@moonlight_dolan) May 16, 2018

it’s time pic.twitter.com/1Fruru61kU

— christine teigen (@chrissyteigen) May 16, 2018

RIGHTEOUSNESS OF THE RAGE: Can’t we all just accept that science is weird and move on?!

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