#so you know. i'm just a stranger on the internet but if you're having mental health issues consider talking to your primary care doctor!

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rest {vil x reader}

Vil comforts you after a rough day.

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characters: vil

reader: gn

cw: none!

The Pomefiore lounge was only half-lit, a shadowed hallway leading to the far wall where Vil sat on one of the plush purple couches. The flickering candles cast him in a warm glow, bright enough to illuminate the papers on his lap so he wouldn’t have to strain his eyes to read. The scarce lighting, you knew, was meant to accommodate you; after so long of complaining about a persistent headache, even the densest of your companions (ahem, Grim) caught on.

Vil looked up from his papers and uncrossed his legs, though he made no move to stand. “Hello, sweet potato.”

“Hey,” you answered, barely stopping yourself from diving onto the couch. Still, you fell with little ceremony, laying across the cushions and resting your head on Vil’s lap. He scoffed, amused at your audacity, but didn’t say anything else about your manners.

“You’ve been making yourself scarce these days,” He commented, not unkindly. His voice lacked the usual firm and severe tone he used throughout the day, though anybody on campus could tell that he usually spoke softer around you. Still, this time he kept volume down to something soft and tender, wrapping around you, sound and snug.

“Headache.” You felt on of his hands gently rest on our head for a moment, carding through your hair and drawing soothing lines down your shoulder. “I was getting sick of being alone, though.”

“Forgive me for not offering a more thrilling activity.”

“This is perfect.” You didn’t think you could take any more than resting in a different spot, anyway. “I’m...sorry I haven’t been...much, lately.”

Vil stopped moving his hand, and you could practically hear the unimpressed expression he was giving you. Picturing that small, perfect scowl and the way he was arching an eyebrow, you almost laughed.

“You haven’t been much? Much of what?”

You shrugged. “Much of anything.”

Vil sighed before resuming the comforting pets he was giving you. “That’s simply not true. You’ve been recovering. And before that, you were going through a lot. Perhaps you still are. How are you feeling?”

After a pause, you shrugged and gave him a noncommittal hum. Those types of answers were never enough for him, though. “Better. Kind of. More manageable, at least. I’ll be back on my feet soon.”

Vil chuckled. “You don’t have to make promises to me. It’s important to take care of yourself. Take the time you need. I’m thankful that I got to spend some time with you at all today.”

You took a deep breath, holding it in for a few seconds and trying to focus on anything but the pounding pain in your head: his fingers running through your hair, the warmth of his leg beneath your cheek, the raised seam of the cushion digging into your hip, all of it. Slowly exhaling, you hummed again.

“Yeah. I am, too.”

#this is kind of a spiritual successor to my last post (sit with me with leona) #i don't get super personal on here most of the time because. i don't want to LOL #but if you were curious i am doing better. i talked to my doctor and i started on antidepressants #that was the inspiration i only just got over my four day headache adjusting to it LMAO #so you know. i'm just a stranger on the internet but if you're having mental health issues consider talking to your primary care doctor! #i cried in her office telling her my symptoms lol it kinda sucks but it's worth it to be better #anyway i talked too long in the tags idk if this is even going to show up in them anymore. daily reminder to reblog please :3 #twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit x reader #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #vil schoenheit #vil x reader #also i just wrote this. randomly. there's not a lot of deeper meaning i just wanna. sit

[shebrakesforrainbows]

This is what happens when abusers are given a platform on social media.

#“emotional grooming” lol. get fucking real and get over yourself #“mocking trauma” REMEMBER YOUR BESTIE'S WHOLE ASS SONG PARODY MOCKING ME GETTING GROOMED BABE? #NOT TO MENTION THE ART AND MEME VIDEOS Y'ALL MADE??? LIKE DID YOU EVER CONSIDER MAYBE /I/ WASN'T COMFORTABLE EITHER? #where oh where have the smart people gone? where oh where could they be? #everyone knows you manipulated those people. your friends. your followers. #they were scared of you up until you showed your flimsy ass callout in which point they jumped onto your side #you know why? because they're fucking scared of you #and you. YOU. you know who i mean. she's not a fucking psychologist and you're old enough to know better than to believe random strangers- #-on the internet. not friends. not a psychology STUDENT. a PSYCHOLOGIST. a LICENSED MENTAL HEALTH PROFESSIONAL. #and to YOU. the two people who KNEW this was wrong and went along with it? SHAME. #you KNOW i know you went along with this because of fucking peer pressure. #she's an abuser. we've discussed this before. so many times. #someone who plots behind their “friend”'s back for THREE FUCKING MONTHS is NOT A GOOD PERSON. #all these issues could have been amicably solved if you had just spoken politely to me instead of. y'know. going behind my back and also- #SCREAMING AT ME FOR THREE HOURS IN A PUBLIC SERVER UNTIL I HAD TO BEG TO GO TO BED AT THE ODD HOURS OF THE NIGHT? LOL? #i have fucking screenshots of you admitting to this shit. don't try and delete your messages sweetie. #hell hath no fury like the scorned and believe me when i say i'm fucking coming for all of you. #ALSO WHY ARE YOU WHITE AND TELLING HISPANIC PEOPLE WHAT SLURS THEY CAN AND CAN'T SAY? #KAREN MOMENT #AND I KNOW YOU'RE READING THIS /STALKER/ YOUR ENTIRE PERSONALITY IS AND ALWAYS WILL BE BEING OBSESSED WITH ME LIKE THE FREAK YOU ARE!!! #BYE GIRL #fucking proship trash i swear to god lol

[artificial-transmutations]

Transformation Letter: Michael

Hey, I'm Michael, a 20 year old guy at a top university, but it's not exactly the experience I thought it would be and I just want a change. I'm just kinda an average looking guy with short brown hair, blue eyes and an unremarkable body, pretty average all round. I still wanna be a man at the end of this, being an object isn't exactly appealing to me.

Being accepted at a top university has always been a dream of yours, but boy didn't you anticipate how much work it was going to be. At first, the orientation phase had been pretty fun. But after the first semester was over, you realized just how hard the courses were. It was certainly no comparison to the school you went to before and sometimes you even found yourself envying the people that were in the normal degree program.

Still, you had a dedication to make the best of it and managed to stay in the top tier of your classes. That came at a cost, however. Your social life was pretty much non-existent. It was always late evening when you finished up studying and most of the time you were simply too tired to even think about partying or meeting friends.

You are at your desk now, surrounded by tons of books, and have just begun a new chapter, listening to some lo-fi music from your laptop to help you concentrate. It has been weeks now since you sent that letter to the shady internet company in a moment of weakness. Everything you wrote was true: You don't really hate the university, but it isn't at all how you imagined it to be: A relaxed and laid back episode of your life filled with friends and parties. Everything in you longs for a change, but your ambition keeps you on track.

Still, you normally wouldn't express these thoughts to a stranger like that, and you don't really know why you decided to write the letter in the end. Regardless, it has been weeks now and you doubt there will be any kind of answer. Perhaps the company has gone out of business or has never existed to begin with.

You turn the page of your textbook, looking sighingly at yet another page filled with formulas when suddenly the music coming from your laptop changes.

Where before it has been more of a rhythmic lo-fi noise, the track that just began to play is clearly a pop song, something you have heard at the radio before. You frown. Perhaps Dotify has reached the end of your playlist and has entered that arcane mode with 'recommendations'. You always wondered how in the world the algorithm choses those, as they more often than not have nothing in common with the previous playlist.

You reach over to your laptop to change the music back, but you stop in your tracks. Even though you're not exactly a fan of pop songs, it is quite a catchy tune, so you let it play.

You quickly realize, however, that it's distracting you from your lecture. After you have read the same formula twice over, you lay down the book. Perhaps it’s time for a short break. You lean back in your chair and close your eyes for a moment, rubbing your temples and just listen to the music, trying to recollect what you've learned so far in this session.

However, the more you try to remember and connect the dots, the less you feel like you understand the subject at all. It's like whenever you try to concentrate on a connection you have already made, the cheery tune invades your mind and snaps it in two. The whole thing is just two complicated, beyond your mental reach. You feel dumb admitting that, but perhaps you have to start being honest to yourself. You're just not that bright, and it has probably been a mistake trying to pretend you were and enrolling in this university.

The song ends and a new one begins. This one is more powerful, rock music from the 80s or 90s. It is surprisingly relaxing to just admit defeat, and you open your eyes again, leaning back in your chair, arms crossed behind your head. For a good few seconds, you just stare at the pile of books in front of you before you notice something is off. There's a faint smell of... sweat? Following it with your head, you notice your armpits. You are smelling your own sweat and somehow it is not unpleasant at all.

Additionally, however, you can see that your pits are filled with a generous bush of hair - which is something new for you entirely. You normally don't have any body hair to speak of. Curiously, you take a closer look and sniff, try to pull on them - but the pit hair is clearly here and clearly yours. Weird!

You scratch your chin and are surprised when your hand meets stubble. You have definitely been smooth just a few moments ago. Yet, the bristly texture feels good under your hand. You rub your cheeks, where your facial hair seems to be even denser and smile. It's the kind of manly and mature look that you have always dreamed about, even though it is somewhat unexpected. It's a bit sad that you don't have a mirror, but you can feel it with your hand just fine as the beat of the music continues.

You get up from the chair, stretch your limbs and feel a weird pressure in your crotch. As you look down, you notice that your dick is pressing hard against the fabric of your pants. It's hardly surprising, with the weird changes going on to your body! You wonder...

Sheepishly, you slip out of your shirt and are rewarded with a pretty alien sight: Not only is your chest covered in short dark hair, it is also much more impressive than what you're used to. In fact, there is visible definition, not only in your chest but also in your abs where a thick treasure trail of hairs disappears into your pants. But not only your torso is changed. You can practically watch as with every beat, another pulse goes through your body, adding a bit of manliness, a bit of muscle here and there. Your biceps bulge out as if you work out regularly and even your legs gain a bit of definition.

The music keeps playing, and so do the changes. You are no longer the skinny, nerd boy who struggles with calculus. No, you are a real man, a guy that knows his way around a gym, a guy that is respected by other people. You are not only a man, however, you are a real fine specimen of man, with a powerful aura, a confident smile and a dick that is so hard that it could cut diamonds.

When the next track begins playing, you have to smile. You know that song! It's metal, of course, heavy metal. Your fingers begin to drum on the desk as your body changes further. Now, not only does the hair spread further, it also becomes a bit longer, more shaggy. Even more intelligence flees your eyes as they change from the bright blue to a dull brown, but you don't care. You are going with the rhythm of the music, let yourself being carried by it. Every time you hit the wood of your desk, your motions become more precise and more powerful, the bangs louder and exactly on point. Your muscles bulge out, and the smile on your face widens, until you are full-on grinning.

You don't need any books, any lectures, or anything else anymore. The music is the only thing that is important. As you give yourself over to the rhythm, something important changes. No longer is the beat carrying you, you are carrying the beat. Around you, reality changes as the desk and books dissolve, giving way to an expensive drum kit in front of you. Your clothing melts away until you are only wearing a pair of black leather shorts filled to the brim with your erect cock. You know you're in public but you're too dumb, too careless and most of all too manly to care. Let them see your erection bulge! Your powerful arms bring down the drumsticks with force while the rest of your mates play other instruments, and the frontman shouts the song's lyrics into the microphone. Sweat covers your face and your chest, your hair sticks to your forehead as you put every ounce of strength you can muster into producing the loudest beats possible. You can see the crowd going wild through the light of the stage and a feeling of power surges through you, causing your cock to leak a bit of precum into the front of your shorts.

You're no longer a student, and you're no longer a wimp. You are the drum-man of a heavy metal band, and people love you. They adore you, the way your muscles shine with sweat, the way the drums bang out their beat and the way you seem so happy and carefree, as dumb as a brick.

Wow, I think Michael definitely changed for the better here - and all because of a half-forgotten letter. What do you think, does this body suit him better now?

Over at my riot page (just a tip jar!), you can find a few different versions of Michael.

#TransformationLetter #male transformation #muscle transformation #dumbing down #sweat

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i'm not sending this in bad faith, but honestly, if your family really, actually is struggling with rent/groceries due to low income, then instead of begging off of gullible strangers on the internet that have their own bills to pay, you (not YOU personally, you as in your family) should be asking other family members (your parents' parents & siblings, extended family, basically any other adults) and even close friends for that help. also, your bio says you're 24, so you should look for a job if you don't have one already, as that will greatly help with the low income situation, even if you only get a minimum wage one.

LMAO oh boy I'm gonna have fun with this one.

So, first of all, you saying "gullible" implies that I'm being deceitful towards my followers, which i am not. I do truly need help financially and I understand there really isn't proof so I guess i can see why people would be suspicious. I will send proof of the rent bill once it comes.

I should be asking other family members huh? You do realize that not everyone has the same support system as you, right? My extended family struggles with their own bills and I've tried asking before... don't think that i havent. As far as asking my friends goes, they are in similar situations.

Yes, you are correct, i am 24. I've been trying to get on disability for a while now because of my diagnosis' (autism, adhd, ocd, anxiety, depression etc) but its extremely hard to get it for mental illness. Because, surprise, disability isn't just physical!

I've tried holding down multiple jobs (more than i can count, at least 10 since i was 19) but i haven't had a job for more than a year due to multiple factors. I'm really trying.

You do NOT know my situation, and you've made MULTIPLE assumptions in this ask that I do not appreciate at all. I understand you're trying to help but this makes me feel sick.

Anyways. I hope you have a clearer view of my circumstances now and even though you still might not get it that's okay. Its none of your business anyways.

Honestly, you should've stopped at "I'm not sending this in bad faith but-"

#i know i said i wouldn't respond to hate but holy shit this got my blood boiling #fuck me man. #anon hate #asks #anon

[newjeansimagine]

14. School Library

"So, now you talk via Twitter, huh?" Hanni asked early in morning, making Minji roll her eyes.

"Like a tweet its so much" she answered, taking another sip of the americano on her hand.

"Replying people you know in real life on Twitter means you either their close friend, or that you accidently did it, wich wasn't the case" the other one continued, leaning herself in the wall, closing her amrs around her body.

"Just because you only talk to a bunch of strangers on internet doesn't mean everyone does." minji said automatocally, leading Hanni to stare at her face, analising her, like she always do when she's thinking in a way to tease her. "And we're not friends"

"Yeah, those straight-from-books words you say to convince yourself" she said, leading Minji to look at her.

"What do you mean?" She asked, confused by Hanni's vocabulary.

"Just that manic pixie enemies to lovers shit you say everytime you talk about her" she answers.

Minji almost choked by her drink, but tryed to act like it didn't affected her. On the inside, the idea was making her feel weird. Enemies to lovers? Wtf Hanni.

"You're inventing words" she answered only, taking another sip, ignoring Hanni words. The other just giggled.

She just ignored. By far, she could see Hyein arriving school and talking to some of her classmates.

Looking around, Minji was feeling a little cloudy. Her mind came back to the latest events, and now some of those seemed so twisted. First the rumors in school... Minji really couldn't care less everytime someone whispered when she walked throught the school. Somehow, everyone thinking she and Y/N had a thing was not bothering her to the point she feels bad. But she knew it wasn't looking good to Y/N, she knew people were assuming horrible things about her.

Second, the way she treated Y/N ever since she arrived... only now Minji was sticking the pieces together, and noticing that the way she acted could give Y/N the wrong impression. Only now, Minji felt the need to make clear that it wasn't this idea everyone was having of her with a girl that was making her treat Y/N like that. It had nothing with Y/N's sexuality, but she was afraid that if she said something, the other girls might twist her words.

The third topic hit her the day before when they were studying togheter. The fact that Y/N was probrably thinking she was a rich, spoiled and prejudiced girl did not let her sleep at night. She wasn't a disrespectful person at all, she lived overseas for a six month period while studying english, she knew other countrys and were aware of the differences of her culture to others. She is open and accepting of differences and she even considered herself as an ally. God, her thinking that made her feel like a homophobe trying to justify herself. She was feeling nauseus.

When she saw Y/N arriving school from far, the girl didn't went to their direction, wich was a confirmation Minji made things weird between them. Minji was trying to hold it back, she added her to their group chat, she talked to her via texts, she helped her with homework... Just that nothing really seemed to be helping the situation. She knew a simple "I'm sorry" would solve things between them if they ignored the whole rumor in school, but she was just feeling botter about saying it. Minji wasn't the type who would ever get the wrong impression of people, but knowing she was so wrong about Y/N was killing her lately.

She shook her head. These days, you know, she would always spend too much time thinking about this girl. About what she would think of her, about how she percieved her. In Y/N's mind, was Minji considered nasty, boring or mean? Or cool, funny or pretty?

Why did she cares so much about what this girl thinks?

Argh!

Minji was having a mental breakdown and it wasn't even 7 in the morning.

As the time passed, she went to her class, not before her proclamed boy crush stumbled with her in the halls, making her brush, wich was an oportunnity for Hanni to make jokes about it the whole day. But Minji head wasn't on him. When she entered her class, the first sight she had was Y/N in the back of the class smiling with her head on Wonyoung's shoulder. Somehow it got her even more nauseus.

She wasn't a big Wonyoung fan. Even if the girls insisted she was nice and all, Minji didn't felt this close to her yet. The truth was that Minji didn't liked changes, she had great life, great friends, great grades, she didn't liked when something was a risk to it all. And somehow she was feeling like Wonyoung were risky for her, she didn't knew why, she just felt that territorial rivality everytime she was with her. The thing was that she couldn't take her eyes from the scene, wich lead her to sit on her table, and turns back every minute to check if they were still in that position. And they were.

"Seems like the rumours are gonna be something new now" Hanni comented by her side, taking her attention.

"Huh?" She asked, and noticed that Hanni was also looking at the girls.

"I mean, would people assume they’re a couple?" The girl said joking and it hit Minji deeply.

She took her eyes back to the girls who were invested on a talk, too close to eachother.

"That's stupid, Y/N should be focusing on her grades instead on date people" minji said fastly, and Hanni gave her a confused look.

"It was a joke, they're not..." Hanni didn't had a chance to finish her line.

Minji really couldn't tell why, but only noticed her anger while she was going to Y/N's place. She was suddenly standing in front of the two girls.

The confused look on Y/N's face was clear.

"On the break we'll meet on the library" Minji said to Y/N, her voice falling a little bit in the end.

'Uhm..." the other one tryed to formulate a sentence "for what?" Was everything she could say.

"Math." Minji answered. "We'll have our first math exam tomorrow, and honestly, yesterday you made it clear you're terrible at it". 

Wonyoung looked at her with that friendly look she have on her face. Minji looked at her for a second and faked a smile. Wonyoung raised her brows, like she caught somehow.

"I wouldn't say exactly terrible" Y/N answered slowly a little embarassed, and it hit Minji she was being mean again.

"Yeah, but you were a little confused about arithmetic, so we still have to review it." She tryed to hold it back and look a little less... bossy? Angry?

The two girls looking at her wasn't making her calm down and only now she was backing to her senses. What was she doing?

"Okay." Y/N just answered, wanting to end the conversation. "Yeah, I kinda need some classes".

Y/N said while Minji was still standing, she really couldn't hear Wonyoung's answer because she turned around and walked away.

She felt embarassed at herself while she was going back to her place.

"What was that?" Hanni asked with a confused expression, laughting a little.

"Nothing." She answered, too embarassed of her own actions. Only now she noticed Hanni wasn't the only one looking at her and it made her wanna throw up.

Day was not going very well to Minji.

For Y/N the day wasn't the best also, but since when she had great days? :P

First of all, her alarm hit too soon for some stupid reason leading her to wake up too early and caused her to 1. getting early to school and 2. getting her math teacher to lower her grade (ofthr exam she didn't even do) just because she sleeped a little and because he’s a goddamn asshole that hates her.

Second of all, she'd forgotten her lunch and her wallet, so she were now starving unable to buy anything to eat (thank god Wonyoung had shared her sandwich or else y/n would be dead by now).

And third of all…

Her.

The girl in front of her in the library school with a serious look in her face, checking some calculations she made in her notebook.

Minji's head was down and y/n was staring. Maybe too much. Y/n couldn't really stare at Minji at all days, so she wouldn't lie she took this chance to do so. But y/n wasn't the only one staring. She could hear the murmur around them. The way Minji forced her to sit close didn't help the situation, she was afraid the rumour around school about them two would become different and people would start assuming things about them.

Somehow she couldn't stop staring at the girl in front of her, today she was different from the previous day. She had a little makeup on and her hair was in a nice hairstyle. She was wearing the school uniform and Y/n thinks its the second time she saw her wearing these, since they were not mandatory. She was beautiful. Argh. Y/n hated it so much. She was so annoying and so beautiful it wasn't fair. Just her skin, and her eyes, and her nose, and her...

"You're staring" Minji said suddenly, still looking at the notebook, without looking at her.

"Uhm, sorry" y/n couldn't help the embarassement, her face was a little red and all and she wasn't a person who blushed easily.

Minji wrote something, not looking at Y/n.

"It's ok" she said. Her face was blank, but her writing became a little inconsistent. "We should have brought food" she said changing the topic.

Y/n felt relieved that Minji didn't make a scene about catching her staring..

"Wonyoung shared a sandwich with me" y/n said, automatically. "I can bring something for you if you want".

"No. Its fine" minji said. Y/n didn't notice her tone becoming more defensive. "I can have something when we finish" the girl kept saying, a little grumpy.

"Hmm" y/n forced a friendly smile not knowing how to react to her. "How was it?" She asked trying to kill an awkward silence.

Minji wrote something else and looked at her, giving her book back, touching the other girls hand in the procces.

"You did great. 6 out of 10" she said, watching Y/N look at the correction she made.

"6 isn't good" y/n answered. Looking a little frustrated. She put her hands on her head, apprehensive about the test they would face next.

"It's more than half" minji answered, fastly trying to hype her up. But gave a step back. "But you still gotta pratice."

"Half plus 1 its not like its more than half, its like I only answered one more right than the minimum, so it doesn't feel like more than half" she answered, making Minji a little confused.

"Yeah, but one more means you know more than less about the subject, so the way to know everything is closer than far" minji said, and y/N looked at her, only to look away the next second.

"Yeah, you're right." She said and a 'thank you' almost came out her mounth, but she didn't said it.

"Mom's gonna kill me" y/n muttered. Minji looked at her and almost laughed about how scared y/n looked talking about her mom.

Y/n just had these expression of when something bad its about to happen, and she bitted her lips while her eyes nervously read the questions she solved.

She was sitting in the sloppy way that Y/N always used to sit, with her spine thrown over the back of the chair without much care, her fingers were crossing her own hair, to her own cheeks, to her own lips, like she did everytime she was concentrated reading something.

Minji doesn't remember how she knew this. Maybe she turned around too often to watch Y/N ​​during class. She shook her own head. What was she thinking?

She just notice this was the first real conversation they had, and it felt nice and light. Minji felt guilt, anxiety and interest, all at the same time. She was about to say sorry about the way she's been treating the other girl lately, but y/n interrupted her.

"Well, since we finished, I gotta go now" she said, getting up from the chair and placing her notebooks between her arms.

Minji who was too numb by her own confused thoughts, just closed her mouth and agreed.

Then Y/N left. And all Minji could think was what the hell just happened. She looked around, afraid someone could hear her thoughts or read the expressions in her face. But everyone seemed to just be doing their own things. For a second, she wished they were a new topic in school, but then she shook her head.

She couldn't even form a coherent thought. Minji just stood there for a few minutes until the break was over, trying to understand why her hand was shaking exactly where Y/N touched her and why her heart was beating so fast like it was about to fall from her chest.

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I looked around and didn't see anything about this on your blog but I apologize if I missed it.

I was wondering, what does doing the work behind this blog...feel like? I guess what I'm asking is if it does anything to you. Like, I had a thought. For a flash, I imagined you as Butters from South Park in that episode where he is tasked with filtering out all the negative comments on Cartman's social media. It ended up really messing with Butters, what with him having to see all that negativity.

You're definitely not being affected to that extreme, I assume, but I wonder if you would have anything to say about the process of finding these negative posts and reading them several times to edit them. Has it exposed you to unpleasantness that you wouldn't have otherwise seen? Or is there perhaps a kind of catharsis in editing such filth?

I'm making a lot of assumptions here. Maybe I'm also asking about your process. I just think what you're doing is neat and would love to hear about your experience with it.

Thanks for reading and I hope you have plenty of reasons to feel joy <3

oh boy, i love talking about myself haha—so thank you for giving me an excuse to do so! i have answered similar questions in the past, though never at length. every once in a while, someone pops into the inbox to ask about my mental health (which, rest assured, is just fine—i don’t put this blog’s operation above anything; it’s honestly pretty low on my list of life-priorities), and it’s always quite sweet. having a mob of strangers following one’s sideblog has its perks: one being that sometimes parasociality results in some well wishes, kind thoughts, and general goodwill. which is very nice, and probably an unearned vanity-boost for my ego.

what does the work behind this blog feel like? in turns: mundane, challenging, vindicating, annoying, amusing… and probably other things that i’m forgetting. most of the work i do on this blog is actually me procrastinating! i am a certified adult with a job™, and i’m definitely guilty of slacking off at work sometimes to queue posts submissions from my inbox, which is more fun than like… proofreading financial documents and making spreadsheets. other times, i’m sitting in a café with my partner, and allegedly i’m “writing” fanfiction. but, uh, if you know any writers, you know that sometimes “writing” means, ‘looking at a blinking cursor’. so it’s in those moments that i open up tumblr and start writing image descriptions and adding tags to prep posts for my queue. that’s mainly when the blog feels mundane.

something that i think helps me avoid negative doomscroll-spirals is that i don’t actively seek out bad posts for this blog. being a citizen of the internet delivers fodder to me naturally. that, and running a semi-popular sideblog on tumblr. when i see a bad post in the wild, that’s when the feeling is annoying/challenging. challenging, because ever since starting this sideblog, hateful posts don’t feel as vicious to me. once i see them, they stop being posts and turn into word-puzzles. and i love word puzzles!

solving the word puzzle is amusing for me, as is getting to look at my resulting “blackout poem.” it makes me laugh, it stretches my brain. when i started, i used to have to read a post several times to find the ‘good post within the bad post’ so to speak. these days, i’m so used to it, i barely read the bad posts more than a handful of times. but as i was saying to my partner, one of the reasons i love found poetry (erasure poetry, and cut-up poetry) is that it uses the same part of my brain that loves scrabble (the board game). then, of course, it's vindicating to see my posts get so many notes, sometimes surpassing the original bad post. that's more of my own vanity, i'm sure.

as for the last part of your message: yes, i have plenty of reasons to feel joy. i work with people who respect me, i live walking distance from a bubble tea café, and have friends and family whom i love. i have the good fortune to be safely out as a queer person. i’m a fanbinder. i’m currently working on a long fanfiction which is getting some very nice comments on ao3. and i’ve recently decided to become a poet (like, for real).

i must admit, i’m fascinated by how you imagine me. i often wonder how i am perceived, especially because i keep many cards close to my chest here on my sideblog.

anyhow, thank you for this excuse to ramble about myself and the process of running this blog. i hope you also have plenty of reasons to feel joy 💛

#what are your headcanons about me i'm so curious #ask fbp #ittybittykittyfingers

[totally-not-here-for-the-smut]

So, @arcanavoid made me thinking about Lucio in their post

WELL THEN LETS TALK ABOUT LUCIO YOU BITCHES

Pleas keep in mind that I'm right now very drunk and I'm not a native speaker and the autocorrect for this phone can only do so much Also I'm in a different time zone so if you see this at, like 10 in the morning or whatever, no worries bc now is definitely night here and I also program my posts I have not a drinking problem thats why I cant hold my f-ing liquor

WELL THEN MY DEAR LUCIO and

WHY

as a person who is very close to people with serious mental illness, like i legit live with them

I THINK LUCIO'S ROUTE IS SO GREAT

Let's start with an assumption: we're all assholes. Somewhere in our life, maybe in the past, or present, or future, we are huge AH. It's not like we're evil and condemned to hell, it's just that as humans we're small, petty and miserable so we behave badly and are very selfish when big difficulties challenge us. Like, sometimes we manage to scramble enough willpower and common sense to act decently as we're afraid and suffering, but lots of times we don't and make shitty things. So here's my first point:

1. We all are a Lucio sometimes. Or often.

Like, way more than we want to admit. We're afraid, we're too full of ourselves, and we behave in petty ways. We're mean towards strangers, we feel happy in humiliating them and showing the world how better than anyone else we are. We need something bc we live in a world that doesn't grant basic human rights (food, shelter, health, safety and human connection), so we strain to get those things, sometimes at others' expenses. Then we tell ourself that those people deserved our scorn and malice because they're bad, and we tell us such lies because facing the guilt of what we've done is painful and complex.

We need to show ourselves we're better, so enjoy picking at others' mistakes without caring who they are in a whole (this is super easy on the internet). All this while low key ignoring what bad we're more or less responsible for.

And we are. Like, if you ever did buy something on sites like shein, you are actually exploiting poor people who are basically slaves. And you're keeping a blind eye on it.

But you know what? You're not evil for this. We're weak sometimes, we're tired, we have little time and really don't have the lucidity to think whether this stupid chicken breast is full of hormones and antibiotics or not. We're humans and we're small. Often we're sad, afraid and tired and we need a malicious self esteem bost.

Often, we're Lucio.

2. A flaming piece of trash can change. And doesn't need others' forgiveness to do so.

Did you notice how everyone is so eager to show of other people are wrong and bad and evil? That's because they, and we as well, need reassurance about how we're the hero of the story.

That's because we can't tolerate being the flaming piece of trash, because the the flaming piece of trash can't change and everyone hates them.

This idea is stupid.

It doesn't matter how low you fell. How many people you hurt, how many times you made the same stupid mistake or how many people deeply despise you. You still can change.

That's why is

So

Important

To have a Lucio route where it's shown he can choose to be better, no matter how deeply wrong his past deeds were.

The moment we understand this concept is the one our guilt becomes less heavy and we start being less judging of others. Granted.

This doesn't mean you're entitled to people's forgiveness - but the fact that YOU are willing to forgive yourself means that you can really change and forgive others. If some people won't forgive you, it will be fine, no need to hate them: you can always find new people to gift your better self to.

This is what happens to Lucio. Will Asra ever truly forgive him for making him and orphan and killing you? No. But this doesn't mean that Lucio will be a villain forever. He will be still able to change, become a good man and gift his goodness to the MC.

As MC says to Julian: you can always come back.

3. What it takes to change

Now, I'm in general rly humble when talking about mental health bc I'm no doctor nor therapist. But living with people who went through hell and managed to survive (and knowing people who sadly didn't), made me able to figure a couple of things. So, brace yourself. I'm about to give you the ultimate recipe of healing.

It takes two things:

Compassion and Accountability

When all is said and done, this things are the two main things it takes to change and heal. Compassion for believing you can change and deserve happiness, seeing the world through other people's eyes and accountability to motivate you into stop being a dick and owning the shit you did (so yeah, maybe you should stop blaming your parents for who you are, sry, but it doesn't serves your cause).

and there's one and only one way to get them:

Positive human connections.

That's it. When you go to the bone to it, that's how one can change, heal and survive.

It's reduced to the very bone, simple idea: the whole process is much more complicated and it's ok if you get lost in it. But at the very root, this is it.

And this is WHY Lucio's route it's so great:

MC shows compassion, because they don't recall him doing anything bad to them.

MC helps him being accountable. They doesn't shelter Lucio from his guilt, never.

MC believes in them but NEVER puts up with their shit

MC doesn't believe his lies and doesn't lie to them either. No games: they talk through everything, they're kind but firm and true.

MC helps him accept other people's scorn towards him

I love this route because it's the one where the MC is the most clever. There's a murder mistery? Let's ask the ghost of the murdered one who did it. Everyone is mad at him? Let them be. Not bc "he deserves it", but bc people are entitled to be mad at him and to their idea about him. He has troubles with his mother? Don't get between them. Listen, understand, let them unravel their shit. Ghosts are mad at him? Sit with him, but don't do his emotional weightlifting. Mc puts Lucio in front of his deeds and holds his hand as he deals with them.

Folks: THIS is how it's done irl.

4. No dumb justification & the danger of privilege

There are a lot of shows about "why villains are like this" that paint them as a poor misunderstood saint who was mistreated by their parents. Like in Once Upon a Time or the Disney Villain's Live actions. I hate that stuff because they distort the plot to make the villain a misunderstood anti heroe who was a victim all along, so he's justified.

Guess what: they're not. If you actions are evil there's no justification. No retelling of your story: you made very bad choice and were an AH and that's it.

This is what happens with Lucio: in his route his story doesn't gets to be retold. It's an honest story about how Lucio, the villain, can choose to be the better man and benefit from it. It's a story about the inherent dangers of Privilege:

Lucio's story shows how dangerous privilege can be: he wasn't hold accountable for his actions while he was alive, bc he was pretty, powerful and rich. He loses his privilege, he gets his ass kicked, he find motivations to change in his desire to be loved. I know irl folks who got to adulthood without having to face how shitty they were bc of social privilege. It literally kept them from changing, healing and be happy. So beware, folks. Your privilege might be harming you in the first place, and the day you will face who you truly are without it WILL come. The later, the worst.

So, this is why I love Lucio's route. It's relatable and helps us to find the courage to face our demons, knowing that we can change. Knowing that we can forgive ourselves and accept others' scorn. It WILL be hard, it WILL be painful, there WILL be consequences, but eventually it will be worth the hassle.

So, long live the goatman, for he can change. And so do we.

#the arcana #the arcana game #lucio morgasson #lucios route #the arcana files

[kandlewick]

bites my hands bites my hands i cant keep myself from posting previews ok i cant i need the serotonin of posting something or ill die so heres a glimpse at my long cater fake dating fic where he uses you for clout OR DOES HE??????????? this dude is so emotionally constipated i am in love with him

"You haven't even told me what I'm agreeing to, Cater." You quickly avoided his eyes, mentally slapping yourself for the momentary weakness as your words made Cater freeze and advert his eyes as well, a small chuckle escaping him in a fit of nerves. He hid his mouth behind his phone but you could tell his lips were set in a nervous smile as he at least attempted to look embarrassed. You raised your eyebrow at him "What? Is it like, super embarrassing?"

Cater hummed, twirling a loose strand of hair between his forefinger, "I mean, I guess, yeah? It's nothing like, totes awful or anything but you're literally the only one I could ask to do this. Asking anyone else is a total no go and Cay-Cay needs the engagement. My numbers have been so awful lately and It's driving me absolutely cray-cray."

Cater looked almost cherubic with how he kept batting his eyelashes at you. It was extremely annoying how cute he looked when he was like this, like he knew he could get away with anything as long as he knew how to press the right buttons. With a heavy sigh, you slumped your shoulders and gestured for him to continue. He let out an excited whoop as he smiled, the diamond on his cheek crinkling with delight.

"Aaah~ My favorite freshie to the rescue! I owe you one~!!" Cater grinned, taking your willingness to hear him out as a sign of acceptance. He pulled you close by the shoulder and swiped at his phone with practiced precision, pulling up Magicam within seconds. You glanced up at him as his eyes seemed to gleam in excitement, his eagerness almost infectious, "So there's this fad going viral right now with this local cafe nearby that has a couples special! It's this super cute dessert that's all the rage on Magicam and I neeeed it!"

"Why can't you just get it yourself?" You ask, watching his phone screen as he continued to scroll down his feed. You noticed as well that nearly every other post was about that supposedly super cute couples only dessert and couples sharing it between quick kisses. It was almost voyeuristic with how many couples openly shared their PDA with strangers on the internet. Cater was quick to roll his eyes and tap the screen again with his finger.

"I told you, it's couples only! You have to prove you're a couple and act all lovey-dovey for them to even consider handing it over!" He pouted, "Look, you know that I can't stand sweet stuff so when we're there, I'll buy you however much you want in exchange. You can even eat the special dessert! All I want is one little photo and a small itty bitty teeny weeny lil smooch~"

#twisted wonderland x reader

[bittsandpieces]

Sooooo I recently found your blog and started looking into fauxcest. I wasn’t sure where to look. Still don’t know many places. Like the main sites I’ve seen don’t have a lot. Like the same 10 videos uploaded from different accounts. Never thought I’d have a tough time finding content on the internet lol any sites you suggest? Also, you have fully got me into this now 😂 the fantasy aspect of it is sooo intriguing and honestly super hot! So thank you for corrupting me lol

I.... don't watch porn. Like, basically ever? I find it to almost all be over produced and fake in a way that's very off-putting to me, largely because what actually turns me on is the mental side of things: arousal, intimacy, emotional connection. Those are hard to communicate in a 20 minute video of two strangers fucking according to a predetermined script

Also, the reason you're not finding very many videos is because depictions of illegal acts by real peopls (even if it's being acted out and not actually done) range from legal grey area to an absolute no, your porn company will get shut down and there will be charges filed situation.

The key here is to get into written porn, which does not have the same legal limits on it. Personally, I've been reading erotic fanfiction the whole time, regardless of me having any knowledge of the source material. Archive Of Our Own is the place to go, it has a comprehensive tagging system meaning you can search by specific kinks/story types! Personally, my usual filters are to go to whatever core tag I'm looking through (in this case it'd be "sibling incest") and then set rating to include only explicit ratings, exclude any fics with the rape/non-con warning, change completion status to complete works only, and set my word count to 3000-30000, as I've found that range is mostly likely to have well written stuff. Sorting by bookmarks rather than by date updated will give you the most popular fics first rather than the most recent, so you'll also find higher quality stuff that way! Sometimes I'll exclude the "established relationship" tag as well because I like first time sex best. Depending on your sexuality, you might want to change the "categories" section to m/f, m/m, f/f, or multi so match. The nature of erotic fanfiction specifically is that most of it will be m/m, so the filters might come in handy for that!

Hopefully this helps, I know it's more complicated than just like... searching for porn, but when you're into a kink that's genuinely not socially acceptable you've gotta put in a little extra work to get your rocks off lol

#bitts answers #fauxcest #the nice thing about ao3 is that theyre deeply committed to being free of censorship (given that theyre an archive) #so you can find.... really any kink you can think of. theres shit on there thats so so far beyond what i would be comfortable reading... #but its important to have a space for those things #idk im HEAVILY anti-censorship and i know people have some strong opinions about it

[the-one-who-lambs]

I am once again thinking about how much support and appreciation y'all have shown me, a total stranger on the internet (perhaps one who became your friend), because I decided to write some stories in my free time and share them. If you've read every fic I have or if you've read one fic I wrote one time or even if you're just here for some sillyposting, I am feeling hugged, mentally

If you're reading this I'm glad you're here and I hope you know you are so so valuable

#hannah's rambles

[the-final-sif]

I saw your post about the morality of lying about your age on the internet, and was wondering if you have any advice/guidelines for interacting with explicit fanfiction as a minor? I generally kudos, bookmark, and comment—I’ve seen a lot of “support your favorite fics!” posts and took it to heart—but are there situations where leaving comments as a minor would be violating the author’s trust? Ao3 just has a “this may contain explicit material, do you consent to seeing it?” button, so it’s not strictly lying, and oftentimes when I check an author’s blog, they’ll have posted links to the fic without any sort of “MDNI” tag—and I generally refrain from commenting if I see that they *do* have tagged it in that way. Would there be distinctions between different kinds of comments, where “I loved the banter!” is a-ok, but “Oh boy this awakened something in me” is not? I’m not sure if this makes much sense, but I’m hoping you can help.

If you're a minor, I'm not gonna yell at you for reading explicit fics. I think most people would be hypocrites if they did, but that being said if you're under 18 and reading 18+ fic, then take a "leave no trace" mentality to it.

So I would not be commenting on 18+ fics, bookmark privately, etc. Particularly don't send 18+ prompts/requests or do anything that involves the other person in a manner that is sexual unless you are both on the same pages about your age, know the relevant laws and feel comfortable with the risk that you're taking.

There is always going to be complexity, some fics may be primarily action/adventure and have a sex scene somewhere in there, and there are different comfort lines for commenting/engagement on those. You're going to have make calls about what you feel is engaging with someone else on sexual content and what isn't.

Like, imagine for a moment that your age appeared beside your comment when you posted it. If that were to happen, do you feel like the author might become significantly more uncomfortable? If so, you probably shouldn't be posting the comment.

Again, there's always gray zones. If you know the person and they're fully aware of your age (ie you're both teenagers) then know the laws in your area and make choices based on what risks you feel comfortable taking. It's not my place to tell you what to do as long as everyone's fully aware of how old the other person is. But when interacting with strangers, take more caution and don't assume you know what they're comfortable with. When in doubt, leave no trace and come back when you're 18 to leave a comment.

#sif answers #Anonymous #sif speaks #consent

[bugbro]

Important Internet Safety PSA!

This post is specifically targeted at minors.

Hi kiddos! I'm making this post to remind all regressors on here that they should be extra sure to stay safe online!

For a while now, I've seen minors posting things that are not safe 🙅 but anyone can benefit from following these tips. Especially those who regress, and can be mentally children at times, should be extra cautious online.

Warning! : mentions of potentially triggering topics in relation to online safety, stranger danger, etc. Please only read when big, not regressed!

Read Under The Cut ⬇️

Things Minors Should Not Share Online:

1) Your Real Name.

Never share your full name online. Your first name is less dangerous, but if you can, I would still go by pseudonym (Ex: Sunny, Lambie, Tiny, Bear, Baby Bat, etc.) or fake name. Your name may feel innocent, but personal information is very important.

2) Your Location.

This one feels obvious, but more people do it than you think! Yes, I mean do not share your address...but I also mean: Do not share what school you attend. Do not share what state you live in. Do not share what city you live in.

3) Your Age.

Do not tell anyone that you are a minor. People online should not know that you are a child. As a child, you are especially vulnerable to being targeted by people online.

Age regressors in general are pretty commonly targeted by p/redators online, but stating you're a minor won't make you more safe from them - it will make those predators more likely to want to message you.

Remember to also not share your birthday! Your exact birth date is personal info. If you wish to share birthday stories, gifts, etc, or tell people of your birthday, be broad. Mention it's your birthday month at the beginning/end of the month :) rather than the exact day.

4) Your Triggers.

People online should not know what specific things trigger you. This information can be used against you. Yes, this includes information in DNIs.

If you must have a DNI, be generic.

"DNI if you post kink, blood, eating disorders, transphobia, these things trigger me." is too much personal information. This is just a list of things that trigger you. People online should NOT know this information. ❌ ❌

❤️ Generic DNI examples:

"DNI if your blog is unsafe for children"

"DNI if you post N/S/F/W content."

"DNI if your blog is k/i/n/k, c/g/l, or NSFW." ❤️

Remember to use your block button liberally, for anyone who makes you uncomfortable.

5) Photos of yourself.

There are multiple reasons why posting photos of yourself, as a minor, may not be a good idea.

First, regression is very stigmatized. Choosing to connect your face to something so stigmatized is a very big decision, one that can be difficult to make at a young age. The internet is forever, and it's very important to consider how you might feel about these photos later in life.

Second, regression is SFW, but p/redators don't care. While the pictures of you with a paci, or you in a diaper may be completely innocent and nonsexual, bad people can still access them. This doesn't mean you can never post photos - but waiting until you're old enough to really understand the risks is a good idea.

In general, photos of your regression can be unsafe but...you can share photos without you in them! Pictures of your snacks, or a toy can be nice to share. Just make sure there's no personal, or identifying info in your pictures :) and then show off your cute drawings or toys.

Personal information is very precious. Be very careful with who you share it with! If you are an adult, you have the knowledge to make the decision on whether or not you think it's a good idea to share this information. But if you are a child, you're usually not old enough to understand what sharing personal info can mean.

I know a lot of these may feel really restricting. You might think "isn't that a little much?" and yes, they can be a lot to ask. But staying safe is super important.

It's important for you kiddos to remember that most of you are in categories that can make you extra vulnerable. Being minors, being neurodivergent, being queer, having faced past trauma, being an age regressor...are all things that can make you especially vulnerable.

If you decide to share these things anyway, I hope I've encouraged you to try to do so sparingly. Maybe you can share some of these, but decide to make others private.

Stay safe kiddos!

#internet #internet safety #agere #agere safety #age regression #agere caregiver #agere tips #agere help #safety #sfw interaction only

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

Gonna get a little personal for a minute but you know what grinds my fucking gears

Introverts on the Internet.

*note, if you identify with the term introvert but aren't a fucking asshole such as I am about to describe, this isn't about you but rather a larger issue I've observed

Cw: self-harm, substance abuse, mental illness (I'll get there)

I don't know who the fuck decided that a distinction nearly as scientifically baseless as your zodiac sign was such a metric to judge people by but Jesus fucking CHRIST

And you don't see "extroverts" doing this shit. I never once saw a post that was like "Hehe I'm such an extrovert I want to force ALLL my introvert friends out of the house!!! They're so boring and lame and weird" but all the time, ALL THE TIME it's "huehuehue I am an introvert I am morally AND intellectually superior. I hate all my friends and am annoyed when they expect me to show them any care or compassion BUT if they stop including me they are bad friends even though I tell them to fuck off when they invite me places. When strangers say hi to me in public I spit on them. Here's a tiktok I made joking about domestically abusing my roommate for inviting her friends over to our house" like fuck the fuck off???

Ignoring the fact that introvert and extrovert DO NOT MEAN "don't like people" "likes people" (they mean "gets energized from being around/not around people") and ignoring the fact that there's significant debate over whether or not this distinction even actually exists in psychology in the first place and ignoring the fact that many of these "introverts" aren't actually introverts and have undiagnosed mental illness or external circumstances that make social environments stressful (coming from someone mentally ill himself who thought she was an introvert because they had shitty friends and were depressed) can we just like. Leave people the fuck alone and not get mad at other humans for having the audacity to BE FRIENDLY!?!?

And it seeps into EVERYTHING. A depressed person who sits morosely in their room staring at a wall forgetting to eat, reading fucking. Catcher in the Rye over and over and over and cutting themselves is "deep, intellectual, etc." meanwhile a depressed person who goes to clubs because alcohol is the only way they can feel anything and they want so badly to be happy with their friends, blacking out making themselves sick, THAT person is "boring, dumb, not respectable"

How do I know? BECAUSE I WAS BOTH OF THESE DEPRESSED PEOPLE.

NEITHER OF THOSE BEHAVIORS SHOULD BE ENCOURAGED. THEY ARE BOTH SELF HARM. BUT NOBODY SHOULD BE MADE TO FEEL LIKE SHIT ABOUT THEMSELVES FOR HAVING A MENTAL ILLNESS EITHER. FUCK.

If you wouldn't be an asshole to someone for cutting themselves, don't be an asshole to someone for alcohol/drug use. Provide support? Yes! Express concerns, of course! But maybe just think about what you fucking say about strangers when you don't know what's going on in their life.

Context: I saw a post that said "If you need alcohol to have fun you're boring"

If you NEED alcohol to have fun, you are struggling with mental illness and you don't deserve to be called boring for it. Fuck. Rant over.

#People find me endlessly entertaining sober but I haven't felt authentic happiness without being sloshed in six years #anyway just stop being an asshole being an introvert or an extrovert or an ambivert doesn't make you better than anyone else #if you even are those things if they even exist in the first place #introvert #extrovert #ambivert #substance abuse #mental health #depression #cw: self-harm #cw: substance abuse

[defining-trans]

Ask a Transgender Person Anything 🏳️‍⚧️

I'm tired of watching the same heated conversations over and over again where nothing gets solved. This blog is the solution I've come up with.

Ask me any question YOU have about being transgender.

I don’t care if it’s phrased “problematically”, insensitive or intentionally invasive, I will do my best to answer. However, you may not like the answer I give you.

Whether you're just trying to learn more about us, are too scared to ask a trans person you know for fear of ridicule, or genuinely believe people like me are deluding ourselves into identifying the way that we do and that we need to be "taught better"/"shown the truth", you have full permission to ask me, a trans person, whatever the hell you want.

Ground Rules:

I will respond only to asks and anonymous messages sent directly to my inbox. Any questions directed at me via comments, reblogs or tags on my posts are fair game for me to ignore.

If your question is indeed rude, or would most likely be perceived as such by a trans person you know IRL, I'll explain why and, if possible, give you an example of a better way to ask it.

If your question is about queer and/or trans discourse in general, I will answer it to the best of my ability. If it's about my personal stances on said discourse, I may or may not answer it. That will depend on whether or not I feel like it.

Regardless of how I feel about the questions I’m being asked, I will not resort to ad hominem attacks. (Your background and personal beliefs have no bearing on whether or not I’m capable of answering the question you’ve asked, therefore the most I will do is discuss how said potential background/belief may have prompted you to ask it.)

The only assumption I will make about you is that you want me to answer your question. I believe this to be a fair assumption, considering you will have to go out of your way to send me your question.

Leading questions (ones intended to coerce a specific predetermined answer out of the party being asked) and sealioning (feigned ignorance with the intention of wearing one down through the emotional labor of continually explaining one’s point of view) will be treated differently than genuine questions—I will first point out what about them I find objectionable, then dissect the question. If any part of the question is salvageable or could be a genuine question in another context, I will also attempt to give a genuine answer.

I am doing this purely out of personal interest. There is no secret agenda, I will not attempt to “convert” you to my “side” of things. I’m just curious about what questions people actually want to ask a trans person but are too shy or afraid of being judged to ask someone they know.

I will answer your questions based on my broader knowledge and my own personal experiences. Neither of these things are reflective of the trans experience as a whole and should not be interpreted as such. The only trans person whom I speak for is myself.

Insults are not questions. Words such as "anything other than male or female is a mental illness" and slur-flinging and so on - by themselves - are not questions, so I refuse to entertain them. Additionally, sarcastic questions like "so were you dropped on your head as an infant or are you just stupid by choice?" will be ignored.

We are not entitled to personal information about each other. You can ask me about stuff aside from being trans (i.e. completely unrelated political beliefs), but the focus of this blog is trans stuff, so I may decline to answer any off topic questions.

I'll get to your question when I get to your question. If you start sending me entitled or guilt-tripping nonsense, it will make me less inclined to answer your question. (Not all of us have the luxury of enough free time to entertain the questions of strangers on the internet who may or may not believe we deserve to die horrible deaths, and those of us that have that and the stomach to do it won't be up for it 24/7.)

It's fine to reblog and comment on my posts even if you don't have questions for me. In fact, that would help me reach more people who might have questions about transness that I can help answer.

I'm undecided as to whether or not I'd like to open my direct messages to people looking for a civil debate or more private atmosphere. Please respect my boundaries and do not DM me with questions or arguments at this time.

#ask a trans person #transphobia #transgender #trans discourse #ask a nonbinary person #queer discourse #queer issues #trans issues #cissexism #exorsexism #gender theory #queer theory #trans activism #define trans #define man #define woman #define nonbinary #transmisogyny #transmisandry #transandrophobia #nbphobia #queerphobia

[pray4saint]

big big psa guys

tw // almost a call-out. talking about people romanticising mental health issues. swearing bc i'm pissed off. my own trauma is sectioned off to be easily skipped through; although it includes topics of self-harm, suicide, bad mental health, & loss.

holy shit i cannot believe i actually have to make this post. if you disagree with anything in this post, please get off my blog because you're not welcome here.

tldr; don't send in requests for weird shit.

some of my mutuals have received asks surrounding a ”mentally ill reader” & dating a cc inside of a mental hospital/psych ward and uhm. excuse me??? what the actual fuck??? why do you think this is okay and normal? 🤠 why did you think that would be a good idea?? (you know who you are & trust that your block button is looking quite wonderful to the entire publishing house)

i consider myself fortunate enough not to have received those bc i know how triggering they can be and for anyone viewing my blog, so to anyone and everyone who has seen those asks and been triggered by them, i'm sorry. that's not something that anyone should have to see from a stranger on the fucking internet, or at all really.

i feel like i shouldn't even have to say this, but uhm, don't romanticise issues you clearly have no business dealing with? is it really that hard?? if it really is that fucking hard to just not be creepy about real issues, then get offline. this kinda shit is the reason some of mine and my cousin's favourite writers have left tumblr, and it's unfortunate but i understand their frustration.

joking about your trauma with your close friends is one thing, but asking a stranger on the internet to talk about it? that's a big fat no.

– > trauma below

this shit makes me so fucking outraged, especially as someone who's had friends go in and out of wards, who's lost people to suicide, and dealt with horrible self-esteem, body image and self worth issues because of it since the ripe age of 12. it's so invalidating to see it used as a story arc. these are real issues, that real people go through every goddamned day.

i've done things i'm not proud of, things i'm reminded of every time i look at my body. gone through things i wish i didn't have to, and as judah said in her post, i have the right to deal with and cope with my trauma as i wish, i've earned it. but i'm not hurting others. that's the difference.

– > trauma ends here

before sending in asks on any blog, take a moment to think; 'how will this be received?', 'based on their rules, is this okay?', 'is this something i would want my younger sibling reading on the internet in a year?' think before you speak. please.

as i said at the start, if you disagree with anything in this post then get off my page because you're not welcome here. clearly, you're not mature enough to stick around here. i don't care if i sound like an asshole, it must be said.

#saint txt !! #updates n psas !!!! #im actually so pissed off wtf #got the whole publishing house rioting #screaming violently #i think it's time to pick up knife throwing for sport again