#i need a warning label

[some-greatreward]

well...i've only seen it in chopped up pieces so im posting it: this is the Libertines bit from Seven Ages of Rock Ep7 (British Indie)

seriously guys if you like something on the internet make sure you nab it or else it'll be gone...

#the libertines #i needed to amputate carl's beginning statement that they used to hang around blur's record label trying to get signed #fair warning this is 2007 so it's...depressing...

[espighty]

I wanted to draw Sozo, and I was gonna draw him happy but then I drew him kinda out of it instead, and then I thought about the paranoia and I gave him a weapon, and then it spiraled into remembering he eats people

Pinning that poor fungus to the wall yaoi style :|

#rare Sozo without backpack spotted! call the wildlife ranger this is big news! #lamb walking in like “Excuse me Sozo but is this your- GOOD LORD MAN’’ #ivy’s scribblings #cult of the lamb #cotl #cult of the lamb Sozo #tw voilence #it’s in that weird space where I think it probably needs a warning tag but it’s not bad enough to warrant a community label.

[designtheendless]

#the sandman #sandman #morpheus #dream the endless #the sound of *his* wings #I don't see art like this as “NSFW” or in need of content warnings..but just in case I put “mature” as the community label. #If anyone has ideas about this going forward I'm open to suggestions! #I dont want to upset anyone or make anyone uncomfortable #designtheendlessart

[lilalilan]

Finally got done watching the new Quinton Reviews video and have some thoughts. If you're not familiar with the video in question just know that I will be talking about child abuse so be prepared.

Something he did a really good job navigating is talking about behavior that was clearly abusive, but that doesn't neatly fall into the main categories of abuse we use, those being Physical, Emotional, and Sexual.

People really don't know how to handle things that clearly weren't okay but that don't fall neatly into those categories. I've even struggled with trying to understand my own experiences, which I'm going to use as an example. One of the things I experienced growing up was one of my parents asking me for massages and not being allowed to say no. Physical contact like that leads people towards wanting to categorize it as sexual abuse, but it wasn't sexual. And so people, with hesitation, refer to it as physical abuse. But our general cultural conception of physical abuse is physical violence, so I've never felt comfortable calling it physical abuse because I don't want it to come off as though I'm claiming I experienced something that I didn't. So I've generally had to go with explaining the specifics, and I hate that because I don't want to have to get into the specifics with everyone who I needs to understand what I've been through.

And I think that same line of thinking is why people to try and accuse Dan Schneider of child sex abuse even though (from my understanding) there is no evidence for that. They understand his behavior to be bad, and want to call it out, but our current understanding of abuse and abusive behavior doesn't really have a way of categorizing "inappropriate physical contact with a child that is not sexual". If it was child sex abuse that is a clear cut bad thing that culturally we already understand as a bad thing and have ways of talking about. So people lean towards trying to categorize it as child sex abuse even though the things we know about don't really fall into that category, because otherwise we don't really have a way to talk about it and understand it.

So I guess part of what I want to say here is thank you to Quinton Reviews for giving us the phrase "inappropriate boundaries" to refer to these types of things. Because I think we have words to describe certain types of inappropriate boundaries (sexual abuse for if it's sexual, parentification if it's about treating the kid like a fellow parent, etc.) but I've never really seen a term describing the overarching idea of just "adult behaving inappropriately with a child".

For me personally it gives me a better way of understanding and describing my own experiences. It's taken me from "there were a lot of different upsetting yet hard to describe things that happened that I don't know how to categorize or really explain" to "along with the neglect and the emotional abuse my parents did not maintain appropriate physical and emotional boundaries which messed me up in the long run". Clearly and succinctly describes what happened without getting into detail or forcing me to provide personal information.

And I think culturally having a way to talk about this type of abuse is useful. I'm hoping that enough people see the video that I can start talking about my experiences and be understood by others.

Also just like. Not being sexual abuse doesn't mean that it's not bad or messed up or worthy of attention and discussion and support. I feel like sometimes people think you're trying to downplay what happened but like. I say that being forced to provide massages was not sexual because I know for a fact it wasn't sexual. That doesn't mean that my being forced to provide an adult with physical contact was okay, it doesn't mean it didn't mess me up, it just means it messed me up differently than how it probably would have if it was sexual.

#just kinda dumping out the thoughts swirling in my brain #hope it's at least somewhat coherent #quinton reviews #not gonna tag the child abuse I warned about it above and also I just #have been getting tired of needing to put trigger warnings on my life and experiences #like if you need me to tag something specific I will just not going to preemptively slap on labels

[woe-is-tuli]

ATEEZ(에이티즈) - 'IT's You (여상, 산, 우영): San

#ATEEZ #atz #san #like i knew this man was gonna do the most but hello?? needs a warning label thank youuuu #kpop #8 makes 1 team #에이티니 #에이티즈 #산 #kq entertainment #ateez gifs #atiny #ateez its you #san gifs #choi san

[sexyvixen7]

(Source: oanimation on Twitter)

(Source: _n_e_davis on Twitter)

(Source: @fudgetexas)

This man should come with a warning label

#jensen ackles #spnsf #main panel #god hes so pretty #he needs a warning label #i love this man #❤️❤️❤️❤️

[sighonaraa]

[evil laughter] FINALLY i am taking my Big Emotes about jamie and phoebe and their narrative parallelisms and making it EVERYONE’S problem.

#they mean so much to meeeeee #sometimes there are things i write that i think may need a like #warning label on the tin saying #TEARS AND SADNESS INSIDE #not that that has anything to do with this post…… nothing at all……… ahahahaha #ted lasso #sid speaks #gift fic wips

[silviakundera]

My Valentines Week Fluff List

* I Cannot Reach You (Japan BL)

* Shanai Marriage Honey (Japan)

* Cherry Magic (Japan BL)

* Light on Me (Korea BL)

* Hidden Love (Cdrama), maybe? lbr it's near impossible for China to produce a drama without angst

EXTREME FLUFF. Imagine that "Ludicrous Speed" scene from Space Balls but it's Fluff.

* Love Me, Love My Voice (Cdrama)

* My School President (Thai BL)

* Cooking Crush (Thai BL)

#i cannot describe in mere words how fluffy My School Principal is #theyve gone plaid #Viki needs to add a warning label #drama recs

[cookiecomics]

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#its probably because i got a double dose of antidepressants but i need to vent #i'm tired of feeling tired #i don't even know concretely what i want to talk about #but the latest reblogs have been on my mind alot #i don't think the past year would have affected me as much as it had if it wasn't for the shunning and silence that #that comes with talking about microaggressions and racism in fandoms #its one thing to have a bad experience with a few people #its another when most of the people you knew just watched it happened #i know people dont believe ne #its easier to say im the 'aggressive one' #its just sad because i don't even have to be black online #im sad i feel like i have to choose #but the fandom was the first time i had so many nonblack friends at once #and i regret it so much #funny enough my dad always warns me every year about that kind of stuff #about the importance of keeping your distance from non-black folks #because of how quickly they turn on u when you're labelled difficult #he told me that again yesterday and he has no idea any of this stuff happened #that im on antidepressants now because i didn't listen to him #needless to say the second i finish my fic i don't want anything to do with p5 again #the only reason ive even continued is cause i love my story so much #i dont see the point in putting so much of my heart out in a fandom not safe for black folks #then again what fandom even is #delete later

[rukia-writes]

He’s the most dangerous man alive.

#Alan needs to come with a warning label #I wouldn’t let him out the house if I was his wife omg 😭

[nokingsonlyfooles]

If you like my writing...

I know there's a few of you our there. I can hear you scrolling.

WELL, STAHP!

The concept of a Well, There's Your Problem fanfiction has taken over my brain and I will probably be finishing it in a hyperfixated frenzy after a few more days. I am a postmodern absurdist and this is my Art! However WTYP is very niche and I am making so many in-jokes it is unreal. I am going to post this story/script here, but if you want to enjoy it, you'll need to be at least a little into this engineering disasters podcast.

I am referencing, specifically: The Kursk; The Silver Bridge Disaster; The Atmospheric Railway; The 1943 Frankford Junction Wreck; and (I think) either the Bhopal Disaster or Aberfan. Also, the Ghostbusters films (it's a crossover). I recommend you start with The Atmospheric Railway, it's not too terribly long and you'll find out if you like jokes about rat smoothies before you get into the darker stuff. I gave Ms. Caldwell-Kelly a chance to choose the forms of engineering disaster Gozer the Gozerian would take, but she didn't get back to me. Either I got lost in a torrent of asks or she thinks I'm nuts and fears me. She is not wrong, but I didn't have the patience to wait.

There are all of three fics of WTYP at AO3 and I don't think any of them are quite this... epic. Unhinged, yes, maybe, but not like this. I'll be lucky number four! But I'll post it to Tumblr too, so I can render the slides for ya. Here is a preliminary excerpt:

A (Alice, she still seems to be going by that in podcast land): Right. Right. So, I have a question for you, gentlemen: who, or what, was Ivo Shandor? L (Liam): Sounds like a billionaire. A: And he looks like a nonce! R (Rocz): An early 20th century architect. A: You’re both right, and so am I. He was also a quack doctor, a selenium mining magnate, a cult leader, and the last person ever documented to be ripped in half by an ancient Sumerian deity — after he resurrected himself in Summerville, Oklahoma, in 2021. L: Boss. R: I’ve been to Summerville. They have that temple he built at the bottom of a mine… Well, I mean, they did. Right up until he resurrected himself. You gotta watch out for that, with selenium. We used to use it in our electronics, but silicon’s better for that, and much less haunted. L: That explains the internet. R: I mean, we’re not using it for the internet. Mainly in glassmaking, and surge protectors. It’s all right in trace amounts, but you get enough selenium in one place and the ghosts start crawling out of the damn walls. You gotta put up at least a double-thick cold iron insulator, or some carbonated steel. Fucking expensive. Not worth it, unless you’re a big fan of the paranormal. A: Just so. In fact, next slide, please… [Slide: A collage of various art deco buildings.] A: …the paranormal activity associated with Shandor’s designs was so well-documented that by the mid 1950s, everyone who wanted to live or work in one of his buildings was required to sign a waiver, before even looking at them. I’ve looked everywhere for one of these waivers, but it seems like the mere association caused them to become hazardous as well. If anyone out there should happen to find one, for God’s sakes, email it to me, and then speak to your nearest mental health professional immediately. L: Take a Zoloft, you’ll be fine. R: Just walk it off. A: According to what I could find, the standard language indemnified the buildings’ owners against any and all instances of madness, brain damage, murder, suicide… You might have to bleep that, Devon… D [text over slide]: NO. FUCK IT. NOT AFTER THE DAY I’VE HAD. A:… mutilation, speaking in tongues, and — specifically! — “cranial liberation of the pineal gland!” [laughing] Whatever the hell that means! L [cackling]: What? R [deadpan]: Nah, I wouldn’t sign that. A: Well, I would, because these buildings fuck! I mean, look at those façades! R: I like these little gargoyles right here. [outlining a pair of gargoyles in red, paying special attention to the horns] With the horns. Technically these things are called grotesques, ‘cause they don’t have a drain pipe, but people just call ‘em gargoyles. That’s where we get the verb “to gargle” too. Not a typical feature of art deco design, but Shandor sure did like ‘em. They’re not really sure whether he had a sense of humor or if he was just nuts. L: Both, I like both. R: Could be both, yeah. A: Well, according to eyewitness testimony… R: Not very reliable. [giving each gargoyle a smiling face, with dots for eyes] A: …those stone statues came to life during the 1984 New York Incident — next slide, please!  [Slide: The Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man, with a caption saying Artist’s Depiction.] A: …and summoned a 100-foot tall marshmallow man who attempted to end all life on Earth as we know it. [crazed laughter, pandemonium] R: Yeah, I don’t know if I buy that. L: Sounds like another Macy’s Thanksgiving balloon snapped its tethers with murder in its heart. R: Yeah, those balloons are famously angry. Ever since they started using helium, it’s like they got minds of their own. All things considered, helium may also be haunted. A: Rows nine through eighteen of the Periodic Table are all fucking haunted. L: A Macy’s Thanksgiving balloon has black eyes, like a doll’s eyes. R: Yeah, I heard Snoopy ate a whole shipload of sailors during World War II. …Says here Sonic the Hedgehog injured a police officer in 1993, that really happened… L: Yes! Sonic says ACAB!

...Please, if you have never encountered WTYP, I promise you, I have not gone mad, that is eerily close to how it really is, and I am thrilled with it. I've written myself into a bit of a corner concerning Ms. Caldwell-Kelly's levitation powers and lasers vs. a possessed train, in that I cannot allow her to destroy the pocket dimension entirely or it will kill all of them, but if I can get over that little hurdle I should be finished soon.

...Okay, I know how that sounds, but look, if you're following because I curate a fun stream of content, I assure you, that is not what I am about. I do not quite have a strategy for fighting the algorithm yet, but it is my intention to share more things in progress so you at least know what I do. I know I SHOULD be getting Erik and Maggie together at the hotel, but I am not in full control of my intellect and I can only do so much with it.

I'll share a bit of Soldier On with only mild spoilers later, too, if that's okay. I'll try to put up at least a piece of something I've made or am making once a day. It's not perfect, but maybe if I send up a few flares someone will notice I'm sinking and send eyeballs. Thank you for your time and patience!

#well there's your problem #wtyp #fanfic #work in progress #long post #tw: brief mention of suicide and “cranial liberation of the pineal gland” i guess? #my brain needs a warning label #things i am doing instead of what my few patreons are still patiently paying me for #i ❤️u but i must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul #it's in script format but it's almost 40 pages at this point #sorry not sorry

[peterlorrefanpage]

Mad Love / Phantom of the Opera crossover

Peter Lorre & Frances Drake - Mad Love studio promo (1935).

It's images like this that bring what I call my latent Phantom of the Opera desires to the forefront.

I mean, look at this. Look at his utter absorption as he drinks in the face of his beloved, at his regard palpable even in the poise of his chin, in his lowered eyelids:

Unhf.

It's because of Mad Love and tons of other things that Peter would have been fabulous as the Phantom of the Opera (just as he was in a different way as the Phantom of the Ballet). He'd have used similar elements, I just know it - the obsessiveness, the fractured personality, the masterfulness. He would have made PotO his own.

And after all, Claude Rains did it without singing (I do love Claude Rains).

Now, Peter could carry quite a nice tune. See The Verdict, and even the deliberately-goofy Was Frauen Traumen. But since it's already been established that singing on the Phantom's part isn't strictly necessary, even if we do mingle up movie and musical versions...

...and we already know Peter looks divine behind a keyboard, a la Three Strangers (1946)...

...and even when he's more menacing in All Through the Night (1942). I get that he's standing up from the piano at this moment, but still...

Now.

Imagine him as Erik, the lonely Hades of his own subterranean kingdom beneath the opera house, surrounded by all the lush and profane trappings he'd acquired over the long years. It's a home and a mausoleum in one, built to last out the rest of his days with everything he needs but nothing he wants.

Jaded and dejected, he sometimes feels his heart thudding so strongly it fills his ears like a tell-tale, ticking down the hours to the death he half-longs for. Time, there's too much time no matter how he squanders it, spending hours reinforcing the horrible stories that surround him like the wings of the stage.

Bah. Parlor tricks; amateur work. It's all too easy. He who had made audiences convulse and froth with horror, he who had designed masteries of diabolical architecture for petty gods on earth! What is an off-key shriek from a chorus girl or a whites-of-the-eyes bluster from a manager to that?

It's only when someone comes too close to his home, his security, his intactness, that his heart starts beating a vibration off the true, igniting his darker, more infernal urges...

Yet when he's with his music, tempering and mastering (though he knows he's a mere student of this, this cosmic glory) the pure energy that he hears with his eyes, feels with his skin - sound masquerading as air, as life - when he's more himself than at any other time - there's a small, stubborn, ridiculously hopeful part of him that glimmers up a foolish little wish that someone could sense and feel and know the humanity left in him.

For someone to see him, really see him, away from the shadows, away from the shroud, unshielded in unfiltered daylight.

And not leave him.

Such a hope is somehow the most damning of all. Yet he can't seem to obliterate it.

And then, one day, there - ! Above in the opera house! Something new has come: A budding voice, tremulous, pure.

A voice that brings the light right down to him through the corridors and casements, shafts and stairwells, along the crooked passageway second from the left, around the dust-covered boxes spilled out into the hallway from the broken-hasped door, down alongside the subterranean lake, through his doorways and walkways and archways, down to where he sits on his throne of an organ bench, hands frozen in mid-air, transfixed, overcome.

A voice without affectation. Without guile. Without, perhaps, much timbre or assurance.

But with, somehow, comprehension. Knowledge of suffering, of heartache, of the foibles of humankind. In fact--

Ah. There it is, a glissando of shade like a dark lantern closing, like the edge of an eclipse. He somehow knew it would be there.

How can such light coexist with this shadow?

He must behold its source. He must. Just a glimpse, that's all, surely he can have that. Just to see the face and form that voice comes from, just to fill his eyes and spirit.

And then to creep back to his cold hell of a home, there to feast on the image and the sound, knowing that the corporeal is not for such as him.

...but then, he thinks, as his hands twist his composition paper, crackling dry like mummified bones, why couldn't it be?

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#maybe this isn't so much a crossover as just making peter lorre be the phantom of the opera #but he could still look like he does in Mad Love #or something allegedly disfiguring to keep with the mythos #anyway the recent discovery of the Phantom of the Ballet lit a fire under me #because I wrote this post in late 2022 and have been sitting on it ever since #so whoomp here it is #one of those posts that needs a warning label #THIS POST TURNED INTO FANFICTION #peter lorre #synaesthesia #original fiction

[myrddin-wylt]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHAT THE FU--

#oh so that's why white supremacist neo-confederates love vikings so much #d-diversity wi-- #wait do I need to add warnings on top of the warning? #do people read the community labels?

[tiredsn0w]

Important question for anyone who uses the SCP Wiki to read Tales... if a page has an adult content warning, would you still read it?

For those unfamiliar, the adult content warning page is like a buffer to the actual Tale, where it'll show you the warnings for it before you decide if you want to proceed to the page.

Pages are marked "adult" for a variety of reasons, by default sexual content is marked this way, but it can also be for heavy mental health themes as well as abuse and violence.

More information:

#scp foundation #scp fandom #scp writing #scp wiki #I'm going to write what I want and label it correctly no matter what people say here #I just want to know what to expect if a good chunk of my writing needs a warning beforehand #Personally a screen telling me “Just so you know you're about to read a character that's so mentally ill” would make me want to read it mor #As someone with more mental illnesses than limbs #But everyone is different! #poll

[art-freakazoid]

So sad

I’m sad that I’ll have to wait for oshi no ko season 2 to come out ;-; atleast I have PASWG and hazbin to look forward too <3

Edit: Also, was made aware that the original post of very flashy and it hurt some peps ;-; so here’s and update! Sorry about that guys!

#Chit chat #just me talking about anything and everything #But bro you gotta admit the ed and op is fire! #Next time I really need to label my stuff #I will put trigger warnings for these kinds of things in the future!

[ionianwanderer]

Their meetings had grown more than coincidental. How the two of them would find each other in the oddest of places-- Yasuo had always thought in the back of his mind that it meant something, crossing paths with the explorer so many times through both their travels. And usually as dense as he was it was only a matter of time before he realized the lingering glances and the intentional touches shared between the two of them meant something more.

He still remembers the day they met. The ronin spent time relaxing in one of the many hot springs dotted around Ionia, to realize it wasn't just him there. That's when he noticed him, fluffy blond hair and stunning azure eyes accented by the iridescent blue just beneath them joining him in the same spring. And at first he tried to keep to himself with a majority of his body beneath the warming waters, to relax as he had intended to-- but Ezreal had other plans. Thinking back on the interaction always made him smile, the dangerous type of grin that always told more about the person who sported it-- admitted more than they ever would that they were in love. To think Yasuo allowed him to trace along the many scars that littered his body-- to think that Ezreal let him do the same as they shared stories of how each one had been carved into their skin. That day when they parted ways, Yasuo thought that that was it. He'd never expected to continue to run into Ezreal every now and then. Each time the longer they'd stare, the longer they'd linger, and the longer they'd travel together before parting ways again.

It continued for months.

Yasuo realizes, after all that time (and some not so subtle hints from the other man) what they had grown to become. And it scared him, albeit briefly. It'd been so long since he even considered courting anyone-- let alone someone like Ezreal. But after months and months of the two enjoying each other's company the ronin decides himself to lead, as he should.

The next time he runs into the explorer he brings a gift wrapped in a light blue cloth with similar patterning to his own armor: a piece of blue topaz hand wrapped in copper wire fixated to a black cord-- a necklace. Yasuo had found the raw gem when traversing the mountains of Zhuyun, chipping it away from the rock as best as he could all because it had reminded him of the blond's eyes. He places the gift into Ezreal's hands without much of a word as to what it was and simply waits.

"You're not even going to tell me what it is?" A lop-sided smile beaming as he questions him.

"No, open it."

Ezreal eyes him, as if to see if he'd bend just a little bit-- any hint given as to what he was being gifted. But Yasuo doesn't budge, gestures with a hand for him to get on with it instead. The gaze settling into a softness that looked almost foreign for him. Ezreal, in turn, huffs dramatically but still has a little grin plastered across his lips while he peels away the layers of intricately folded cloth.

"I'll admit it, the wrapping is real ni-" He cuts himself off as the final bit of cloth is removed to reveal the gem pendant.

Yasuo observes in silence, waiting on bated breath for a reaction because internally-- oh he was freaking out and hoping that Ezreal liked it. But when he watches red creep across his cheeks all the way to his ears, Yasuo knows.

"...It reminded me of you." The ronin pauses, averting his gaze and crossing his arms as shyness seeps into him. "--Of your eyes."

From his peripheral, Ezreal's blush only deepens as fingers trace along the wiring wrapped around it. It's odd, Yasuo thinks, having stunned the explorer into silence with the gift alone. It tugs something within him-- to spoil him, if he'd allow for it.

"...Thanks." It's quiet and bashful, but genuine as Ezreal simply stared at his new little pendant in awe.

Take the lead.

Yasuo clears his throat and steps closer towards him, reaching out to take the necklace from his hands, "Stay still."

It's a bit of a command, yes, but it's gentle nonetheless. He undoes the knot holding the two ends of the cord together before stepping behind Ezreal and adjusting the necklace to sit along his chest. The intamacy of it-- Yasuo feeling his cheeks grow warm as he ties the knot once more. Circling back around the blond, a hand lingering on his shoulder as he takes in the way the necklace looks-- finally where it belongs after weeks of holding onto it.

"It matches," he muses quietly, adoration in everything from his gaze to the way his hand traces down the leather paneling of Ezreal's jacket. To which he adjusts before giving the other a gentle pat with a grin.

"You think so?" Brow drawn together as he begins to fiddle with the pendant once more-- as if to make sure it was real, that this was happening. Ezreal finally, finally meets Yasuo's gaze. It stuns Yasuo, the way there's something in the glint of his eyes that makes his own heartbeat almost deafening.

"Yeah… It looks great on you." Better than I imagined. Yasuo bites at the inside of his cheek before chuckling nervously. "--Don't let it get to your head."

It's half-hearted, told only in the way he shifts his weight before closing the space again between the two of them to press a chaste kiss to the back of Ezreal's hand. Earning him a giggle before a light smack to the shoulder pauldron.

"And you-- don't you go soft on me," he teases back. Hopes to the gods Yasuo doesn't notice how his eyes water as he holds out his pinky. "Promise."

A pause, followed by Yasuo obliging in the gesture, intertwining his pinky with the blond's.

"I promise."

#{ PUNCHING AND KICKING. LOOK AT HIM. LOOK AT THEM. } #{ HI DASH IM HERE WITH THE GAY. THE AGENDA IF U WILL } #{ i hate them i hate that i wanna draw them all the time. } #{ ANGUISH BUT POSITIVE. } #drabble; #the warning label you've chosen not to read;; ezsuo #{ i need to make a tag for R's ezreal FR FR }