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yallmakemyassitch · 2 years

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IMPORTANT!!!!

It's about time I've addressed the major elephant in the room. As of now, me and Max are no longer friends and it's for a good reason too. For nearly a year, I had been manipulative by making insensitive "jokes" and deemed them as dramatic when they responded negatively and then pretending the issue had been resolved when in fact it wasn't, we just hadn't talked for days until either me or them said something and we got back on track. I assumed this was them moving on in the issue when in fact they didn't, Max just pretended it was alright when it wasn't. This has been going on for months until it came to a head recently. The reblog I made about Max's spelling error is long gone but it doesn't change the fact they went through a loud of bullshit because of it.

Depending if you've known Max for a while now, you know that they have been recently targeted (for no actual reason) from anons who sought out to hurt them for every little mistake they made. Many others including myself defended them for the time being but at the same time, what I've done was used as an opportunity to hurt them. (Context: they'd mistaken the spelling for bondage to bandage and I reblogged it being like "haha yeah I hate bandages too man" with an image of bandages). From my perspective I only made a "joke" that severely backfired but to Max, I am the bully and I was.

Max finally snapped and gave it to me straight about how'd I made them feel for the time that I've known them and how I had affected their life. Needless to say, I finally realized what I was doing, how absolutely trashy I've been to them. I've taken advantage of Max's good personality and gotten so comfortable to the point I would say outlandish shit that I viewed us as being good pals when in reality, I was just insulting them and making them uncomfortable. If I were to be honest, me and Max should have never been friends, we should have stopped before it had gotten this bad. Our whole relationship was doomed from the start. I've already apologized to them personally a few days back but that won't change anything. They hate me now (understandable) and never want to speak to me again and I'm willing to respect that.

If people begin to dislike me then that's completely fine, when you fuck up, you're bound to get some criticism for it so I'm prepared for that as well. No amount of apologizing will reverse what I've done or take away the feelings I've made some of y'all felt, mainly my muts. To all of them, I'm so sorry, I've let you all down and I bet you all feel disappointed or angry. Same to my followers, I shouldn't have let this marinate for so long and to everybody confused in my inbox, you now know the situation. Don't attempt to defend me for my actions, I know what I did and there is undeniable proof for it, so don't waste your time.

Now onto a different issue...anons. I'm speaking directly to the one who's been harassing Max. Not only have you been making their life a living hell on Tumblr, you're also terrible at it. You started your sentence off with the same phrase, making it dead obvious it was one person and not a group of people who happened to start the sentence off the same. That argument doesn't work and neither does it make any sense.

You need to stop.

What are you gaining from harassing a high schooler? All they've been doing was posting sonic content. If that offends you so much, just block them and you'll never have to see their content again. You're extremely pathetic and you laugh behind your anon icon, thinking you're the strongest person in the world when in fact, you look more childish than us...and we're in highschool. Max you need to block this person, like seriously. Similarly to how'd you block a non-anonymous person, it's just as possible with anybody else. This person has ruined your mental health with me included and it needs to stop, block me too if it helps you more. Nobody wants to see you get hurt anymore and you deserve better than this.

Now don't think I'm trying to act like a hero and try to water down what I've done to make me look more "innocent", I did what I did and I can't change that. Anon isn't willing to stop so you have to take initiative and stop him yourself, he won't stop unless you do something about it. You have plenty of good friends on your side, they'll be there for you, I just won't be one of those people (obviously).

I won't puss out and delete my account, I need to hear others criticism. This account is going to be stagnant for a while, depending on how I feel, it will either be abandoned or I'll return here in a later period of time. To all those I let down, I'm sorry. But I don't expect your forgiveness. I just want you all to know I'm sorry for being an awful friend, especially you, Max.

#IMPORTANT

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cemeterything · 2 years

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If you have never interacted, face to face, with someone, do not give them your full trust. If you're going to tell people to keep their private info private on the internet, you should also be telling people to not trust strangers just because they happen to like the same video game or blorbos or whatever. 'internet friends' are based on who and what they WANT you to see, not who they are. You can't even tell intended tone most of the time through text. Even if whoever is behind the pixels is filling an emotional void for you, even if you consider them real, there is and MUST BE a hell of a difference between the little choir of cognitive bias that lives in your phone and actual human beings.

i have friends i've met online who i've known for years and trust as much as any person i've spoken to face to face, if not more. i've spent more hours of my life than i can count talking to my internet friends over voice calls. i've made plans to meet my internet friends in real life. my internet friends have been there for me at some of my lowest and highest moments. they've shown me genuine care, support and friendship that i know is real and true. those are real people who i regularly interact with and who inspire genuine feelings and actions in me.

sure, not everyone you befriend on the internet is going to be someone you can trust, and you should be more cautious because it's generally easier to lie on the internet, absolutely. but even considering how easily the internet can be used as a tool for harm by people with bad intentions, this is a weirdly extreme conclusion to draw. it's okay and normal to share things with someone who you've spent time building a relationship of mutual trust and respect with, whether in person or online. do you think that people you meet face to face don't have private lives you can't see and secrets they can hide? do you think people you meet face to face can't also lie and manipulate and hurt you? because i can tell you from personal experience that they 100% can. and how do you expect to make friends if not by connecting through common interests and going from there? that's literally how friendship works?

and you chose an extremely rude and condescending way to make your point? my internet friends are just as much real human beings as my friends i've met in the real world. people don't stop being people when they're behind a screen, and i hate the idea that they do with a passion. you chose the wrong person to send an ask like this to. i don't agree with anything you said here beyond your advice to be careful who you share your information with online, and i'm struggling to figure out how you misinterpreted me reblogging a heartwarming post about internet friendships being just as real as irl friendships in such bad faith that you decided i'm encouraging people to share their information with anyone who's nice to them. and i'm not impressed by the lack of respect or even basic decency you've shown me by talking to me like i'm a stupid child in this ask, but considering that you just said you don't consider people you talk to online to be real people i guess i shouldn't be surprised. i hope of you read this you reconsider how you approach people and the assumptions you make about them.

#sorry everyone who has to read this for typing up paragraphs this ask just really pissed me off #long post

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promptsforyourwhumpfic · 3 years

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Confession:

kind of bitter with the whump community sometimes because. with my extensive trauma, if my life were a fiction I absolutely could/would be considered a whumpee, and people hate me for it. People don't like how I can't talk about my past bc apparently 'I don't care about them if I don't tell them', but if I ever bring up even the vaguest bits of my past - even just saying "I have trauma" is too much for them and makes people uncomfortable, avoid me, or accuse me of trying to use them as a therapist (when I didn't want to bring it up to begin with)

it just feels so unfair to me that people will love these characters so much for the same reasons that people get deemed inherently unlovable for irl. I'm never going to live a normal life, I may never have lasting relationships or someone who loves me, and I'll probably never live a day where I'm not afraid. I may never have a real 'place' in this world Because of what other, horrible, people did to me. For things that I didn't choose and were out of my control. And I'm outcast for it.

now, I don't have anything against whump in general. I read & write it myself (namely the stuff with comfort at the end, but still). I feel a big kinship with the characters, and usually it soothes my heart seeing that someone like me could still be cared for. could still be considered worthy of love despite their experiences. while their victimhood is the proof that evil exists in the world, something which people Hate knowing, and that they've committed the great sin of not dying from it.

but sometimes I get bitter, maybe in a jealous kind of way? or maybe just salty because I know that so many people who love these characters would hate them if they were real. & this feels like a stupid thing to say, but it's not fair

I’m very sorry you feel this way, anon. Though I’ll be honest, I’m not entirely sure what to say as I can’t speak for the rest of the Whump community - this is primarily because from what I have seen (though my exposure is limited) the Whump community is one of the nicest communities on tumblr.

That being said, I agree with the notion that whump tropes in real life are undesirable - as I am someone who has experienced being socially outcast due to my own issues. Though, I find that a lot of the Whump community are comprised of people with their own traumas and I think that Whump is a cathartic way for them to work through it with fictional characters. I’m not trying to excuse the behaviour that you have experienced, but it may shes a light on why people act the way they do.

But I agree, nonetheless. To a degree I think that people would dislike some fictional characters if they were real, as the emotional and physical toll of looking after them would sink in - when they’re fictional you don’t have to do anything for them: the whumpee is trapped behind a screen and you can choose if you want to ‘deal’ or ‘Interact’ with them whenever you want.

To a point, I think that sometimes people forget that the ailments they write about are real - hell, I even do it. But it takes a certain level of maturity to be able to distinguish your whumpee from a living breathing person that needs more compassion than a text post or a fix it fic. You’re right, it’s not fair that a factional character can get a deeper level of understanding than a real person.

Remember anon, you will always be worthy of love and care.

I hope this is coherent and anyone feel free to add to this discussion in the reblogs/replies.

#discourse #discussion #whump community #not a prompt

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morganaspendragonss · 3 years

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so so many thanks to everyone who read even one of these stories. i am forever grateful for all the support i've received; every comment, every kudos, every reblog, every like - they all mean so much. i'm overwhelmed, honestly, but in the very best way. ily all 🥰

day one: against all odds (we're still here) for @trkstrnd

Carlos will hate himself for it later, but he’s so focused on his task that the screech of tires coming around the corner barely registers as a blip on his radar. He doesn’t notice anything until TK suddenly barrels into him, throwing Carlos to the side just before something else, something heavy, crashes into them with a blinding flash of pain, and then—

Nothing.

a simple trip to the grocery store quickly turns to disaster for tk and carlos

day two: out, damned spot for anon

TK wakes up gasping, choking on air. The sheets are suffocating him and, when he tries to free himself, they only seem to get tighter. The hands reaching out for him, trying to calm him, are the final straw; TK throws himself from bed and sprints to the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind him as he collapses against the sink.

On some level, he is aware that the hands were Carlos’s, that the sheets were theirs, that his hands are clean, and that the dream was just a dream.

But they weren't always that way.

day three: the meetings for those in my wake for @freddieholic

For years after the divorce, Gwyn came to learn that any call from Owen was almost certainly bad news, and almost always about their son. Things have been better in the three years since her time in Texas, which is why she thinks nothing of it when he calls just after she’s put Isaac to bed for the night.

“Owen, hey,” she greets. “What’s up?”

The silence she’s answered with is the first sign that something’s wrong.

The sob that follows is the second.

“Gwyn, it’s TK. He's... They think we should say goodbye."

day four: a friend in me for 📍 anon

Carlos has come to see Nancy as a force of nature, a woman who will let nothing and no-one stand in her way, whether that’s out on the field or during a game of Monopoly. But, right now, as she sits hunched over in one of the interrogation rooms, shock blanket around her shoulders, he's never seen her look so small.

the story of how nancy and carlos become the new champions of 126 games nights

day five: truth is heavier than fiction for anon

Carlos pauses with his hand on the doorknob, taking a moment to prepare himself before going inside. TK’s shift finished an hour ago and he’d texted to let Carlos know he was home, which means Carlos is going to be walking right into a conversation he’d rather avoid.

Not that he’d have much choice either way; he might be able to cover his cracked and bruised ribs for a little while, but the arm in a sling will tell on him as soon as the door opens. Carlos doesn’t want to hide his injuries—they’ve had enough conversations in reverse on that theme to make him a hypocrite if he did—but he may have made some choices that he doesn’t particularly want to go into right now. Not while he’s tired and aching and just wants to cuddle with his boyfriend.

He blows out a breath, then opens the door, bracing himself for TK’s reaction.

“Hey— Shit!”

day six: slowly, and then all at once for @pragmaticoptimist34

The realisation that he loves Carlos hits him like a bolt out of the blue.

And at the worst possible moment.

We are getting updates on the active shooter situation at the Four Seasons Hotel. Austin Police Department have closed off the area and officers are currently preparing to enter the building to detain the suspect. It is as yet unknown if there have been any civilian casualties, but—

“Paul, turn the damn TV back on.”

“No.”

five times tk can't admit his feelings about carlos, and one time he finally does

day seven: the promise of tomorrow for anon

Up until five minutes ago, Carlos had been terrified of never having TK in his arms again. Now, the thought of letting him go scares him just as much, and TK seems to feel the same, if the way he’s clutching at Carlos’s jacket and pulling it tight across his back is any indication.

Carlos hugs him close, sinking down to his knees as TK falls into the chair behind him, letting the rest of the room fade away to nothing as he realises that they weren’t too late—that TK is here, with him, alive and mostly whole.

day eight: we'll hold each other soon for @221bsunsettowers

“Be careful, please,” TK said, smoothing down the lapels of Carlos’s shirt. “Whatever happens out there, whatever you have to do, just promise me one thing. Promise you’ll come back to me.”

Carlos knew better than to promise something like that, and TK knew better than to ask it. But because it was him, and because it was TK, Carlos just nodded and leaned in to press a kiss to TK’s temple.

“I promise,” he whispered, pulling away.

It's the last good memory Carlos has, and he's going to hold onto it for as long as he has left. If he's going to die, then the last thing he wants to see is TK's smile.

day nine: now i am just but the wayward man for anon

Ben is glaring at him again.

Klaus is very familiar with this specific glare—it’s the one Ben breaks out when Klaus is being ‘stubborn’ and ‘stupid’ and ‘a fucking asshole junkie with no self-respect who only cares about the next high and, really, it’s a fucking miracle you haven’t gotten yourself killed yet, Klaus’.

He has to hand it to him. Ben really does have him down to a tee.

winter is approaching and klaus has nowhere to go. his siblings are his only option—meaning he effectively has no options.

day ten: i can't imagine my life without you for 📍 anon

It had come completely out of left field—one minute everything was fine, the next Carlos had turned to him with guarded eyes and a clenched jaw, and said six words that sent TK’s whole world crashing down.

“I think we need a break.”

nobody likes to be asked 'trouble in paradise?', particularly when the answer is yes.

day eleven: start again from the beginning for anon

Owen trusts his son. He’s watched TK fight his addiction and stay sober for the last six years, and he has faith that he can handle himself.

But when TK doesn’t show up for work the night after proposing to Alex, Owen knows that something is wrong. After all, they've been here before.

day twelve: let me love you when your heart is tired for anon

TK knows it’s going to be a bad day from the moment he opens his eyes. Slowly, slowly, each twitch like he’s moving mountains, he inches his hand blindly across the bed to reach out for Carlos. If he can just feel his boyfriend, if he can just see him—

But, of course. Carlos has a shift today. TK has a vague recollection of him getting out of bed at five this morning, rousing him with a shift to the mattress and a gentle kiss on the forehead.

If this were a normal day, he might smile at the memory.

day thirteen: couldn't utter my love when it counted for 📍 anon

TK takes his time in the bathroom, stopping to stare at his reflection in the mirror for several minutes and trying to talk himself down from any more-than-friendly feelings towards Carlos.

Later, they’ll tell him that this saved his life.

But that won’t be for a long time, until after the smoke has cleared and the dead have been counted and the statements have been taken. For now, TK steels his resolve and nods at himself, then turns to the door, a hand reaching out for the handle.

That’s when the explosion rips through the building.

after the boba date, tk lets carlos go. they're friends, which is working just fine, until a horrific accident threatens to take even that away from them.

day fourteen: if i walk out the door (a thousand eyes) for anon

TK gets this feeling sometimes, a sort of prickling at his back, like someone’s behind him, breathing down his neck. At first, it was only a once-in-a-while situation, so he thinks nothing of it; when it becomes an everyday occurrence, he starts to wonder, but he’s probably just being paranoid. The shooting, kidnapping, firehouse explosion, and the fire at his and Carlos’s house had all taken their toll, and TK’s just generally more on edge these days.

He doesn’t tell anyone about the feeling, not even Carlos. There’s no reason to fuck up everyone else’s peace with something so stupid. It’ll go away eventually; TK’s sure of it.

That is, until one of the lots just down from the firehouse gets occupied.

day fifteen: find you here inside the dark for @fanfic-corner

Yaz has walked this room too many times to count now; she’s traced her fingertips over the walls, searching for any cracks or crevices to indicate where there might be a door.

If the Doctor were here, she’d have her sonic out by now, spitting out words, only half of which Yaz could understand. She’d find a way out in no time. Or, if not, at least she’d be here. Talking a mile a minute, probably annoying the hell out of their captors. Yaz can almost hear her now—

Wait.

She can hear her now.

day sixteen: accidents happen for @ilovemosss

So, Jason reflects, it may not have been the best idea to take Pythagoras out training while they’re all suffering from a severe lack of sleep. Being the more logical of them, Pythagoras, to his credit, had attempted to talk him out of it, but Jason ignored him.

He very much regrets that decision now.

day seventeen: you and me (moving through this world as a two-man team) for @laelipoo

TK does not have a crush on the 126's latest hire.

Carlos Reyes: an Austin local, an incredible firefighter, and—objectively speaking—the most beautiful man TK has ever laid eyes on. Which is, in fact, the entire point; TK has eyes and, yes, he will use them to sneak a look or two when he’s suddenly sharing space with a man who looks like a Greek god.

That does not mean he has a crush, Paul.

(and, sure, maybe he does sometimes dream about how soft Carlos’s lips look and the little blush he gets when he laughs and those little flecks of gold in his eyes, but he’s only human)

(how TK knows about the gold in Carlos’s eyes is none of anybody’s business)

day eighteen: in perfect harmony for @anyotherheartwilldo

Here’s the thing—Carlos doesn’t believe in signs. He used to when he was younger, raised on his abuela’s stories, but as he’d gotten older his father had taught him that what mattered was the choices he made. He’s the only one who has a say in the way his life turns out, and if he wants something, he has to put in the work to get it.

But there comes a point—namely, after his fifth thwarted attempt to propose to TK—when he begins to wonder if the universe really does have something against him.

proposing to tk proves far more complicated than carlos had first thought.

day nineteen: whatever here that's left of me (is yours) for anon

“Are you…” TK leans closer, peering at the hoodie Carlos is wearing, and—yep. “Why are you wearing my hoodie? Was there nothing in your size from the crew? You should have said something. We can fix this, you don’t need to be uncomfortable.”

There’s a beat, and then Carlos, studiously avoiding TK’s gaze, clears his throat. “It smells like you.”

post-2.12, carlos finds comfort in tk's hoodies.

day twenty: can't smile without you for anon

Carlos would be lying to himself if the possibility hadn’t occurred to him before. He has always worried for TK’s safety, and the knowledge that a serial killer is on the loose in Austin has sent that worry skyrocketing. Especially because he’s the lead detective on the case; he’s spent hours poring over horrific crime scenes, examining all the facts until they’re burned into his brain.

Admittedly, the killers seem to be mostly indiscriminate in who they take, meaning the chances of it being TK are slim.

But there’s still a chance.

a before, during, and after of tk's kidnapping in a hole where your memory goes

day twenty-one: lately you've been searching for a darker place to hide for @freddieholic

“Can I ask you something else?”

TK stiffens at the sound of Mateo’s voice, a nervous note to it that wasn’t there last time. Something tells him he knows exactly what Mateo wants to ask; still, he turns to lean against the counter, crossing his arms as casually as he can manage. “Sure.”

“Are you…” Mateo trails off, biting his lip and avoiding TK’s gaze. “I mean, do you… I mean—”

“You can say it, you know,” he interrupts, not unkindly. “If you want to know if I’m thinking about heading out and getting high, then just ask.”

five times tk turns to unhealthy coping mechanisms when he wants to use + one time he finally asks for help

day twenty-two: know me crazy, soothe me daily for anon

It had freaked Carlos out the first time it happened.

“It was a seizure,” TK explained, after Carlos had finished telling him about it. TK had been disoriented and confused for about ten minutes after, and couldn’t even remember half of their earlier conversation. “I… It’s because of the drugs. They fucked something up in my brain, especially after my first overdose, and now I get seizures occasionally."

in which carlos gets a little over-protective and tk is mildly exasperated

day twenty-three: lover, be good to me for anon

Carlos holds his arms out, and TK comes willingly, setting what Carlos now recognises as a tray of food carefully on the bed. “What’s this?”

TK stares as if it’s obvious. “Date night.”

“What?”

TK pauses, then gasps. “You’re right.” He pats himself down frantically, then pulls an object out of his pocket with a dramatic flourish. It’s a little electric tea light—real candles long since banned from the bedroom—and Carlos watches in bemusement as TK flicks it on and sets it down on the tray. “Now it’s date night.”

his fiancé being bed-bound isn't going to keep tk from date night

day twenty-four: bring you in from the cold for anon

As a cop, Carlos has always been uncomfortably aware of his own mortality. He’s considered his own death more than is probably healthy, but when you’re facing down the barrel of a gun almost every single day, it’s kind of forced on you.

He’s imagined himself being shot, stabbed, strangled, and everything in between.

But he’s not sure he ever pictured dying in a walk-in freezer after getting trapped there by mistake.

day twenty-five: heaving through corrupted lungs for anon

TK is itching to go home and check on Carlos, to make sure he’s still breathing and actually resting like he’s supposed to be. On the other hand, Carlos would probably kill him if he left work, illness be damned. It’s just… Carlos had looked so ill that morning, skin ashen and voice all but gone, and it had taken a lot of convincing for TK to still go to his own shift. He’d insisted on making sure Carlos had all the blankets and water and snacks and anything else he could possibly want, but even so, he’s still uneasy.

His gut is telling him that something’s wrong, and TK doesn’t think he can ignore it for much longer.

when carlos falls ill, they think it's just a bad cold. but when tk goes to check on him, he's in for a nasty shock.

day twenty-six: slowly becoming lovers for @pragmaticoptimist34

Things don’t get fixed overnight. They agree to give them a shot, but that doesn’t change the fact that TK is still reeling from his break-up and overdose, nor that Carlos is still hesitant and afraid of pushing too hard at once.

But, slowly, they get to know each other. And, slowly, they start to fall in love.

tk and carlos, getting to know each other and falling in love

day twenty-seven: and curse the gods for @girlwhowasntthere

Jason knows what it is to be cursed.

day twenty-eight: ignoring every warning for @moviegeek03

TK is fine.

He is absolutely, 100% fine.

And, sure, maybe he’s not supposed to be at work right now, and maybe his hand hasn’t fully healed yet, but it’s nothing. His doctor cleared him to go back to work, which means it’s healed enough, and TK is certainly not going to admit defeat no matter how much he's hurting.

day twenty-nine: can you beat back the night? for @girlwhowasntthere

He misses the bard. Geralt won’t admit it, not even to Roach, but he misses him. After months—years—of Jaskier’s constant chatter and the sound of his lute, the silence, once valued above all else, is too much.

It’s been months since the dragon, since Geralt lost both Yennefer and Jaskier in one fell swoop. He’s cursed himself many times over for the words he said—to both of them—and cursed himself more for the mistakes he made to get in this position in the first place.

this is the lot of witchers, to be alone.

day thirty: ease my mind for @silvarafael

Briefly, Carlos considers calling TK and telling him about the accident. But… He only broke two of his fingers and it barely even classifies as a minor injury in his book, so there’s really no reason to bother his fiancé while he’s still on shift himself. He pockets his phone then looks around to figure out where the exit is.

Only, an all-too familiar laugh distracts him from his task, drawing his attention to the nurses station.

Where TK is standing, smiling as a nurse swats at him for stealing one of their lollipops.

Carlos is, beyond doubt, fucked.

day thirty-one: scars turn to memories for anon

Their front door is open. It’s wide open, and the wood of the door frame is broken, splinters littering the driveway and the floor of the front room. TK’s heart stops in his chest as he surveys the scene, his brain going blank, struggling to comprehend what he’s seeing.

Everything is quiet in the front room, not even a table setting out of place. TK creeps further into their home, his every nerve on edge as he barely breathes for fear of alerting whoever’s here of his presence.

And then, he remembers.

Carlos was off shift tonight. He was here. Alone.

#masterlist #holly's august extravaganza #fanfiction #my fanfiction #writing #my writing

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cuntess-carmilla · 2 years

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if you weren’t gender essentialist you wouldn’t have “no men” in your bio. And you’re acting like it isn’t tma lesbians who are spearheading these conversations because terfs apply the same shit you’ve said about men to us and your posts about lesbianism get terf engagement bc the verbiage you use is similar to theirs.

It says "unless I followed 1st" aka they can follow, but under a specific set of circumstances, and they can otherwise interact freely. It also says "no whites", do I have to defend myself over that too now? I'm sorry you can't read properly past the first few words of a line, but that's not my fault. Hell, I'd add "no ableds" as well if it wasn't because a lot of disabled people don't even know that they're disabled because FUCK am I done with the ableds.

Not that I owe you an explanation but both boundaries are there because men and white people of all genders in this website have either treated me violently REPEATEDLY SINCE 2011, or allowed their followers to treat me that way. Men have also sexually harassed me here and I'm already a survivor since I was a child, I don't need more of that.

TERFs will twist and apply literally anything to their ideology, even when it's blatantly hostile to them. Have you not seen them try to claim theoretical and literary work that LITERALLY goes out of its way to be trans inclusive at times very explicitly? TERFs are dumb as shit and think their ideology is as natural as "male violence" so everyone not a transfem Must deep down inside agree with them even if they're saying the opposite!

They also reblog posts about femicide no matter how it's handled OR IF IT MENTIONS TRANSFEMICIDES ALONGSIDE THE FEMICIDES OF CIS WOMEN (been done to my posts!), and posts about abortion that treat the subject gender neutrally. They've reblogged my posts on fucking chronic illness as well, much more than a few times, not from me directly as if they were MY followers, but because it showed up on their dashes after many reblogs.

They've reblogged my posts on goth stuff, disability posts that have nothing to do with gender, global south politics that have nothing to do with feminism... Are those posts TERFy too now?

How about my posts where I talk about the inherent fatalism and uselessness of feminism that sees men as inevitably violent, awful or abusive, how that is suicidal feminism and an easy way out for men to yet again escape accountability when they actively choose to side with the patriarchy? Do those not count now because you're bent on projecting your perception of me onto me at all costs and have that held as fact by everyone?

Do I have to show you my selfies with my cis guy friends to convince you I don't think even cis men are inherently the Devil? Do I have to bring up my relationships both platonic and not to the transfems in my life? I really don't want to do that last one because that'd feel cheap as hell, exploitative of those treasured relationships and gross, but God...

I make 99.9% of my posts on lesbianism explicitly trans inclusive of both non-binary sapphics of all sorts and sapphic trans women. Those are posts that usually don't even remotely mention men other than "lesbians don't like men, bi women do but they're still not straight", and TERFs still engage as if I hadn't said any of those things. TERFs will engage with any-fucking-thing like that Gardfield meme going "Huh, wonder who that's for" at a poster of his own face crossed out.

You seem to be under the impression that TERFs like me waaaaay more than they actually do. They don't! Obviously I'm not and will never be targetted by them the way transfems are, but they're not part of my hypothetical fanclub either.

Sometimes they reblog my posts specifically to tell me to fuck off for being a "sellout" or accusing me of being a trans woman myself or of not being a Real Lesbian™ for my past long-term relationship. You probably don't see it in the notes because rather than make a spectacle of my attempts to commit to trans women's liberation, to show how Good™ I am of an ally, I block them on sight and ignore them with veeeeeeery rare exceptions because I don't want my transfem followers exposed to their bullshit. I go out of my way to block them en masse, for hours at a time, whenever one reblogs me too, and I often try to find the last decent person that lead them to me and warn them that a TERF is following them. I block them on sight even when they're TERFs who happen to be chronically ill and who reblog my chronic illness posts, which could be of major positive material impact to their disabled lives, but genuinely fuck them anyway. They can fuck off.

I don't know what else you want from me other than to remove a boundary I set for my safety and peace of mind, one that's not anywhere near as absolute as you (poorly) interpret it to be. If that is what you want, sorry, I'm not gonna do that. I've been harassed and stalked by men too much here for that. It's enough that it happens offline all the time, I'd like to avoid it where I can exert some actual control for once.

That said; I blocked you and I told you I did in the last message you sent me. You still went out of your way to bypass that boundary through a VPN or some other tool of the sort. You've been sending me messages for weeks that were (if I remember correctly) all vague and much more meant to upset me than to actually try to hold me accountable for anything (which is why I didn't engage until now) and I blocked you then too. Please get a fucking life. This isn't good or healthy for you.

While you work on getting yourself a nice hobby, anon will be off indefinitely. Good luck going forward. Sorry to all the nice anons and the anons who came to me for chronic illness related reasons that I used to get.

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mfpeace · 3 years

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@justbeingedgy @weird-colombian-gurl You asked me to elaborate on the "Ches already has a kid" theory in the notes of that one mf analysis post (which I really liked, go check it out!!), so that's why I'm making this one, cuz notes are a bit too restricting for what I want to talk about!

Though next time think twice before asking me to talk about something I'm interested in, because you never know when you're gonna wake up lovecraftian horrors!! :DDD you'll see what i mean when you press read more :))

So, I'll say it right now - this post is largely inspired by the second story highlight of this Instagram user (sorry, I don't know their name, only that their Instagram handle is dee_girl_metalfamilyfan), it's in Russian though, so keep that in mind

Alright, so I'll break this theory into two parts: the first one will be all about Ches, and the second will be about his potential child (spoiler: you might've seen her!)

Without any further ado, let's get to the Ches part:

1. The creators said that they're gonna explore Ches' character in the second season. Obviously, it doesn't mean anything on it's own, but just wait.

Dima: Let's talk about the second season a little. Of course, the seconds season will show development of the old characters, as well as new ones. That's in short. As you see, Ches looks a bit different here.

Alina: Yeah, we'll show a bit more about Ches at the ages of 18 to 20. His past. We'll reveal a bit more about his complex character, as much as it's possible.

(The source of the translation) Also I think they also said at one point that adult Ches will get some character development too? But that's probably a given, considering that we wouldn't see his youth if it wouldn't have affected him in the present, flashbacks without any relevance to the overall story don't sound so good

2. Not sure about this one (we don't know how much in character it was) but I can't not mention it.

Alina: Actually there was this one fanfic that I really liked. I don’t remember what it was called, but it was about Ches having a daughter, which is a cool topic. It was relatively in character and truly interesting. It’s great when people focus not just on sexual relationships of the characters, but also try to look at their development. That was a really interesting one. That’s it.

(UnityCon '19)

3. This one's a pretty big one, in my opinion. So, this is what they said on ArtWave '19:

Dima: Ches also has flaws.

Alina: [to Dima] Don’t spoil stuff.

Dima: His flaw is that he's very... irresponsible, let’s say.

So, maybe, just maybe, Ches does have a child but he, you know... left them? As the Instagram highlight from the beginning say: "he might be irresponsible enough to leave his child, and he's probably irresponsible enough not to use any contraception" (rephrased, not the exact quote)

4. Alright, so, the only mention of this one I can think of right now is the aforementioned Instagram highlight. The Metalfamilyfan says:

I contacted Korg/Корж, (admin of @ metal_yama [and I believe one of the organizers of the Metal Family Meetup in Moscow]) and she asked Alina on one of the meetups: "if Ches were to be a father, what kind of father would he be?"

And she said: "The kind of that would say "kid, look at that birdie over there!" an then he would run away"

Someone's words are not the perfect source, but they did tag Metal Yama and from what I know they didn't disagree with what the author of the page said. if anyone has anything to say about this (disprove or definitely prove what I said) feel free to do so in a reblog, notes, DMs, send me an anonymous ask, or in any other way you feel comfortable with

5. Ches has literally been through the same thing, and we know how important the theme of the cycle of abuse is in Metal Family (or, in this case, the cycle of neglect? Abandonment? Idk)

You managed to hide your PREGNANCY from me! AND you've been hiding the child from me for a whole year!

YES, because you would've insisted on aborting him!

AND NOW I'M INSISTING ON PUTTING HIM UP FOR ADOPTION! OR I'LL LEAVE RIGHT NOW!

6. Here we can see Ches with a blonde girl. Nothing too special, probably just a one time hook up. He doesn't seem to be interested in her, and she seems to be annoyed with him.

But wait...

What is this?

Like, it doesn't even matter if there's actually a punk/rock/whatever band named MOM or not, I just think it's pretty weird to put it in this particular drawing of Ches and this random woman who is implied to have slept with him. It's not integral to Ches' character as, for example, Korol i Shut is. It's just... there. For some reason.

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Alright, now, finally let's get to the second part of the theory: who is, exactly, his child?

The short answer is, according to this theory, her:

First, let me list every single instance of her appearing in canon (and by canon I mean everything made by the creators. Even with this definition of canon it's not much, I promise): The screenshot you can see above on the left (it's a screenshot from the second season and it appeared here), an instagram story posted by Alina (above, right), and two drawing with a lot of characters where you can spot the girl which I'm gonna call her PinkHair or PH for short, I'll mention them later I feel like I should mention this, comparing the sources of the images and the dates when they were posted, it's safe to assume that the screenshot in the classroom has the latest and final version of her design. The red hair most likely doesn't mean anything

1. Alright. So. we've seen Dee and PinkHair in a classroom together, so they're most likely related in some way, or at least they know each other. Their exact relationship doesn't matter here, because all that matters here is that they're related story-wise

Let's look at the first image. This is the banner of the main Metal Family channel. Ches is near Heavy (they get along quite well and I'm sure Heavy aspires to be like Ches in many ways), Dee (we can see his classmates/friends near him, they're all about his age), and we can see people related to Glam on the left side of the image (including Ches!), and Vicky's - on the right side (notice how the hell sign is also there)

Now, I'm not absolutely sure about this one, but it's still kind of weird - look at the image on the right (it's from ArtWave 2021 btw) - wouldn't it make more sense to put PinkHair near Dee? Also, Curiously enough, not only is she not close to Dee on this image, but she's also standing next to Ches.

Though this whole thing could be explained by art theory (too many small things in one corner of your drawing isn't great composition wise lol sorry PH) but I still can't quite skip this point

2. Remember the "MOM" lady? Fun fact, she has the exact same pearl earring that PinkHair has on the screenshot.

3. I'll put all similarities with her supposed parents in this point: Mother: * She's also pretty uh.. glam? for the lack of a better word? Or feminine in a traditional sense, yeah I think that's a better way to put it. Like colors they prefer to wear for example, and jewelry. Characters like that aren't common in Metal Family * She's gotta be a blonde. I can't imagine her being anything but blonde. If she manages to maintain that hair color as a brunette I'm just straight up assuming her character arc is gonna be killing God because these kind of people are capable of anything. I fear them with every fiber of my being. * I can't say for sure because of the shading, but it seems like they both have gray eyes, and she also has darker skin compared to most MF characters. Though, it's likely that Mom just applied a lot of fake tan Ches: * We know that Ches for sure has darker skin * AND grey eyes * There's also some possible personality similarities but I'm not sure if you can compare a child to a parent they've never really known in this way

That's about it, I suppose, I hope there isn't that many grammar mistakes and logically unfinished parts and whatnot in this post I forgot to edit lol x) I'm not sure how to end this post other than to remind you guys that almost all the points in this posts are inspired by the "тупая теория" highlight on the dee_girl_metalfamilyfan's Instagram page, so go check them out and subscribe, they post Dee x The Quest Girl fanart and and always credit the artists. Without them this post would be much, much shorter.

Thanks for reading this post, please feel free to let me know your thoughts on this post <3

#i tried to organize this but #yeah #also damn i hope PH's mother isn't in the same situation as Ches' :'(#at one point i misspelled parent in the context of ches as paren't and now i can't stop giggling like an idiot #these tags have completely different moods to them because I wrote them at different points in time btw #paren't #heh heh #metal family #metal family ches #metal family pinkhair #this seems like it's made up but if words end in ent or ant or something like that sometimes i automatically put an ' in without thinking

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maiverie · 2 years

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u have such a wholesome relationship with ur moots ♡ (^‿^) ♡ do u have any tips on making mutuals?

OH EM JAYYY hi anon wth thank u sm ☹️💖 im so glad u think that and that's so nice for u to say!! i'm probably the worst person to ask for tips on making moots but i can most definitely share my personal thoughts? im actually horrible at making moots tbh 😭 i'm not normally one to interact first, so pls keep that in mind when you read this :>

this post is so fucking long im so sorry 😭 here's the tl;dr version bc u totally don't have to read anything below the cut unless ure really really bored: find blogs that are similar to yours, read their carrd/byf/dni, go thru their blog quickly before interacting, interact w their posts, but only interact with people that make posts you genuinely like (i.e. don't make moots for the hell of it), don't spam, vibe check (if they don't seem like they want to be moots, it happens! just back off!), prioritise having higher quality friendships rather than increasing your moot count, put disclaimers in your carrd/about me that say you would like to make moots so people know you're approachable.

the way i've met most of my moots are through interactions on my/their posts. for example, they would read my story and share their thoughts through an rb/ask. then, i'd respond (by reblogging their reblog or by replying to their ask) and we'd hit it off from there. the reverse is also true — i've read people's stories, shared my thoughts on them, and they've responded from what i've said. personally, i think this is a really organic way of meeting people because most people on tumblr share their content with the intention that it gets interaction — for example, i write bc i really like it, but i also publish it because i love hearing what people think about it. i imagine a lot of other writers/content creators are the same, so again, interacting w people's content is a really great way to start a conversation!

the thing about interacting with people's content is that i 1000% believe you need to be genuine about it. don't interact with people's posts with the sole purpose of becoming their moot — it should be about finding people that share your interests rather than increasing your friend/moot/follower count. before you interact with someone, think about why you're doing it. do you genuinely like them? or do you just want another follower? hopefully, the reason you'd even want moots in the first place is to find people that are similar to you; ones who share your interests and share content you want to see on your dash. as such, only interact with posts/content that you genuinely enjoy, like, and would love to see more of — that's how you can build really high-quality friendships, rather than superficial ones. i'm not sure that makes much sense?

as an extension of what i've just said, if you see someone whose content you really like and you think you'd get along with, there are some preemptive things you can do to make sure things don't go weird. firstly, definitely read their carrds/byf/dni/about me posts because it'll tell you a lot about who they are and the kind of people they expect will interact with them. i'd also have a quick scroll through their blog and consider some things like whether or not you'd actually get along — what's their vibe like? do you have similar interests? are your blogs similar? do you stan the same groups? do you share the kind of content they'd actually want to see on their dash? these questions will kinda help you gauge whether or not your friendship will fizzle quickly or if you'll genuinely get along for a really long time !

personally, i'd never approach someone and ask "hey let's be moots!" in the same way i wouldn't walk up to a complete stranger and ask, "hey can we be friends?". it's not that i think there's anything inherently wrong with that (i actually have a few moots whom i met that way), i just think there are some considerations to take into place. before approaching anyone, it's important to consider whether or not you'd get along, which is why i recommend going through their blog and seeing what they're like. it'll save some awkwardness in the future, especially if you soon notice they're not a very interactive person and probably don't want moots in the first place.

the people i most enjoy interacting with (i.e. my favourite moots) are ones whom i genuinely get along with really well — i actually really do like their content (and uh i hope they feel the same way LKDSJF), we have similar senses of humor, we don't bombard each other with notifs in way that feels super overbearing, and they're actually very very nice people. sometimes, we might get too swept up in this idea of "omg i want moots so bad" that we kind of just approach anyone, or our moot's moots, and that's why our friendships fall flat or the fizzle quickly. you need to find people whose blogs are similar to yours and go from there :)

if there are other general tips i can add, i'd probably say that there are ways you can try make yourself more approachable. for example, you can put a disclaimer on your navi/about me/carrd that you do want to make moots and that you don't mind if people approach you first (i've done that in my carrd so people know it's totally okay to approach me!), always respond to your asks nicely, don't be problematic or start fights with other people, and don't be afraid to show off your personality in your posts. in terms of maintaining moots, check in with them every now and then (if it's actually been a while since you've interacted) by sending them asks or memes or something :>

i don't know if this was all too helpful and i'm super sorry if this was quite tangential 😭 let me know if u want clarification on anything!! at the end of the day, treat it the same way you would with a real-life person — make sure you have something to talk about (i.e. you have things in common or you like to talk/post about the same things); make sure they're showing signs that they actually do want to be approached; don't stalk them or be weird by spamming them with things you hope they enjoy; and also just all in all be nice! make sure to vibe check; if you're always the one approaching them and they only give you short replies, they're probably not feeling it and it may be best to back off. btw, that's totally okay and it happens all the time, sometimes two people just don't get along :>> don't be too disheartened if you find it hard to make moots or approach people because the internet is so vast and you will certainly find your kind of people <33

#ask #@ : anon ♡︎#stfu.mai❕#no like seriously shut the fuck up mai

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mellometal · 3 years

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Hey, everyone.

I've tried to compose myself before making this post. This is a subject that I've touched on a little bit in posts, but I've never done a deep dive into JUST this topic. I was going to make a post solely about this subject sooner, but this one in particular is really hard for me to talk about without getting emotional...and yet Dhar Mann has talked about this on quite a few occasions in the most insincere, toxic ways. I'll do my best to discuss this topic without getting too emotional.

It's about a serious subject that people still are ignorant about and don't take seriously. Even to this day, with the body positivity and body neutrality movements. (I don't know of a better way to describe just being neutral about your body. Sorry if it sounds weird.)

For anyone who doesn't know what I'm referring to (honestly, I don't blame you, as this is a subject that's often seen as normal and is encouraged in society for the most part), I'm talking about fatphobia. Hating on people for being fat. Discriminating people because of their weight in the workplace, at the doctor's office, just in general. Not many stores having inclusive sizes. People being treated like they're subhuman because they're fat.

I want to say this first, before I bash on Dhar Mann again: I'm a plus-size young woman. This is something that I have personal experience with. Your weight has no significance to your worth as a person. If you do happen to be overweight, obese, whatever, you're not subhuman. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. You're worthy of being loved, listened to, treated with kindness, and respected, just like anyone else who isn't fat.

If you treat people like utter shit for their weight, get some help. Why do you care about somebody else's weight? Obviously there's an exception to this, like if they're so big they can't move or they're so skinny their organs are showing....because those are causes for concern, but other than that, mind your own business. Even if they are in those extremities, unless you're their doctor and/or their family, STILL mind your own business. How the fuck does a fat person simply breathing and existing affect you in any way? News flash: there will always be fat people.

Before I get to the weekly ritual of tearing TWO of Dhar Mann's videos apart (the next one will be in another post or I'll reblog this post and continue on there), here's an obligatory trigger warning for the video analysis itself and my response: The following post contains fatphobia, fat shaming, a man being super fucking misogynistic and treating women like they're objects, and there's even a touch of some racial aggression. How shocking. Because Dhar Mann really seems to get a kick out of writing about racism to make it all cute. Oh yeah, you're totally solving racism, Dhar Mann. /s

My response contains my experience with fatphobia, relationships with food, mentioned/implied thoughts of s3lf h@rm, feeling like I'm unworthy of being treated like an actual person because of my weight, and absolute rage. Like usual. My responses are very heated. This one especially. It's LONG. Buckle up.

With all this out of the way, let's get to the first video that I want to tear apart. This one is about the auditions for a record deal. I will get to the video about a kid wanting to be a host of a radio show later.

To sum up the first video, a plus-size white woman (Krissy Elliot) is singing for an agent (Isaac) and his assistant (Evette) so she can follow her dream to become a singer. Isaac cuts Krissy off to viciously bash her for being a plus-size woman. Evette stands up for this woman, and says she sounded fine and to let her finish. Isaac doesn't listen to Evette, let alone take what she said into consideration. He continues to ridicule Krissy for her appearance, that she'll "never make it in the music industry" (WRONG, do you know how many plus-size people are in the fucking music industry? There are A LOT more now than when I was growing up and it honestly makes me so happy. There were more plus-size people in the entertainment industry than in the music industry back then.), suggested that she "become a chef or a food critic" because she apparently loves being around food (being a chef or a food critic are noble professions, but NEVER fucking assume ANYONE'S relationships with food), to the point where Krissy left the room in tears.

Here are a few screenshots for context:

When this skinny, conventionally attractive woman (Jesse) comes in, Isaac's mood does a COMPLETE 180° and he's all sunshine and rainbows. Then right as soon as Jesse did her audition, Isaac is over the fucking moon, complimenting her physical appearance, treating her like an object, and signs her up for a record deal RIGHT AWAY. Pay attention to Isaac's facial expressions in one of these screenshots.

Evette suggests that they sign Krissy for a record deal instead. Because she was "the best singer they've had all day". Isaac, still all hot and bothered by a skinny, conventionally attractive woman that he's treating like an object, tells Evette that people like Krissy don't make it in the music industry because they're "overweight and unattractive", and is verbally aggressive towards her when she does nothing but explain her stance. Isaac sees this as Evette "talking back" (remember how I mentioned that there's racial aggression? He says that Evette is "talking back" because she happens to be a black woman) and fires her. He signs Jesse a record deal and has a blast with her.

The award ceremony comes around, and they're picking a winner for Best New Artist. They pick the winner, and it's....guess what? You'll never get it! It's Krissy Elliot! Why? Because Evette became her agent after Isaac fired her. Krissy goes into her whole story about how she was laughed out of every single agency and that she worked hard. Good for her. Jesse is obviously very happy for Krissy. We gotta love women supporting women.

This video was again another dumpster fire. As usual. Like I said, with this video in particular, I couldn't get through the first thirty seconds the first time around. Because I've dealt with shit like this. Obviously not with the music industry because I don't even think I'd be good enough to step into an agency...but I mean in my personal life.

Being told by my own dad that he was "tired of buying bigger clothes for me" when I was a young teenager, despite him buying almost nothing but "junk food".

Having my abuser make comments about my weight and talking about diets while I'm trying to eat my food, despite her being overweight.

Having someone I know (not anyone I'm friends with) make a comment about me eating a few things (ONE small piece of broccoli, two baby carrots, a small handful of chips, and ONE small piece of pineapple) and said to "save some for everyone else", even though I was saving food for everyone else, which is why I took so little. She tried to justify it with the fact nobody was there yet (why do you think I took very little food?), and she "was saying that to everyone" (why did she look at ME when she said that instead of making it clear that she was talking to everyone [saying "Hey, everyone" before the comment about saving some for everyone else IS NOT HARD]?), even though I know it was just to save her own ass. I knew she said that to me because I'm plus-size. She didn't say anything to anyone else, nor did she make it clear that she was talking to everyone.

Another person I know (not a person I'm friends with) saying that I overreacted (I did not overreact; SOMEONE TRIGGERED ME and you did NOTHING about it) even though they all KNEW my relationship with food is complicated. They KNEW that I don't really like eating in front of other people. I was upset that someone MADE A FUCKING DISGUSTING, TRIGGERING COMMENT ABOUT ME EATING VERY FEW FOOD ITEMS, ALMOST ALL WERE HEALTHY, DESPITE OTHER PEOPLE EATING A LOT MORE THAN I DID AND PICKING AT EVERYTHING. That day, I was begging one of my friends (one of the people I trust to eat around) to PLEASE take me home because I didn't want to be there (never wanted to be there in the first place), I was tired (I worked all night the night before and was forced to go to a meeting before all this happened), I didn't feel comfortable there anymore, there were way too many people (four individuals plus all their staff from another house were in the house I work in), I couldn't breathe (I was either about to pass out, have a panic attack, or just start crying), but nobody listened to me. I ended up getting a bus to go home.

(Sorry about all that. I was trying not to get emotional in this post. I just needed to share how this can affect people.)

Onto my response, which is all in the screenshots below.

ETA: I know the screenshots for my response are very jumbled right now and it’s difficult to read. I apologize to anyone who’s unable to fully read it! Because this is part one of this whole subject of fatphobia (I’m making a post about the boy wanting to become a radio host very soon), my response here will tie into that post. My response to that video is vastly the same, despite not making a comment on that video as of right now (the radio host one).

I’ll be typing out my full response here. I apologize for weird formatting. Instagram wouldn’t let me break up my response into paragraphs. I’ll break them up into paragraphs here instead.

CC (Combination of the first, second, and third screenshots, aka, the first part of my response):

I have a few questions before I get into my thoughts on this video. One, how the hell does your weight have any significance on your worth as a person, and if you do think this way, why would you think that? Two, do you know that fatphobia is a lot more than just judging a person for being fat? Three, why do you feel like you can speak for fat people like myself with this piss poor excuse for a video that I could barely get through the first thirty seconds of the first time?

You can’t speak for any of us. I can’t speak for every fat person because not everyone has the same experiences as me.

I’ve been bullied for my weight in real life as well as online. People have called me ugly just because of my weight. By the way, your weight doesn’t equal beauty, and that’s what I’m still learning. Beauty comes in all shapes and sizes.

On quite a few occasions, I have actually thought about doing dangerous things to my body that I don’t feel comfortable going into here. All because I had people try to boil me down to my weight, call me ugly, and destroy whatever self-esteem I had left. You don’t know what fat people go through, so don’t act like you do.

There are many factors that go into why a person may be fat, including medical conditions, mental illness, trauma, genetics, etc. All of those things are none of your business unless those people decide to be open about it.

No, it’s not always healthy to be fat (obviously there are extremities on both sides of the spectrum of weight that are extremely unhealthy), but it doesn’t make a person any less of a human being. Fat people are human too. Quit treating us like we’re not. We deserve to be treated like everyone else who isn’t fat. I’m not saying put all fat people on a pedestal. I’m saying treat us like human beings.

CC (Combination of the fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh screenshots, aka, the second part of my response):

Remember how I said that fatphobia isn’t just about judging people for being fat? Well, there’s the “fat tax” on plus-size clothing (even though it maybe only costs a little bit more in fabric, if there’s any difference in making clothes for people who aren’t fat), limited styles for fat people in stores (making a lot of us have to buy fast fashion or have to spend a fortune on clothes that actually flatter us), not very many stores have inclusive sizes still (if you don’t at least carry max 5XL or a size 38/40 in pants size, you cannot call yourself inclusive), and a lot of other things.

Many fat people, myself included, are afraid to seek medical attention for anything (even checkups) because of doctors who only focus on our weight and not on what we came in to see them for. They write it off as if our weight is the sole cause of our problems, which isn’t always the case.

How about we talk about how expensive it is to eat healthy in a lot of places? Not everyone can afford to make fresh meals every day, let alone once a week. Maybe they were never taught how to due to their upbringing. You don’t know.

I’ve had people comment on my weight, what I’m eating (even if I’m eating something healthy like fruits and veggies), talk about my weight or diets EVEN WHILE I’M TRYING TO EAT, and it’s caused me to wait until I’m alone or around someone I trust to eat anything. As a result, I have a complicated relationship with food now.

Telling someone they’re fat doesn’t help them. They know that. They see themselves every day. People may want to change, but they either are afraid to ask for help, or they don’t know where to start. Some may not want to change. It’s up to them, honestly. If you want to help them lose weight, maybe suggest any physical activity they’d have fun doing and do them with them? I dance for fun. Also, you could help set up meal plans with them.

If you’re not going to at least try to help them lose weight if you’re so concerned about them (this is all if they actually want to change things and don’t know where to start), I cannot say this in a sweeter way: shut your mouth and mind your own business. Because you’re just being a cunt at that point.

CC (eighth screenshot, aka, the third and final part to my response):

There are quite a few plus-size people in the entertainment industry as a whole who are/were very successful. Remember the late Chris Farley and Aretha Franklin? Chris Farley was big, but that didn’t change how great of an actor he was, how funny he was, or how much of an impact he made in the entertainment industry. Aretha Franklin was a plus-size black woman in the music industry, but she’s inspired SO MANY artists we have today! There are many plus-size men, women, and I believe even nonbinary people in the public eye in general. Like I’ve said, beauty comes in all shapes and sizes. That’s why the body positivity and body neutrality movements are a thing.

(I know I implied that I thought about sh here in my response, but please don't worry about me as far as that goes. I'm fine now. I would never go through with anything like that.)

In the last part of my response where I mentioned some plus-size people in the entertainment industry as well as the music industry (the late Chris Farley and the late Aretha Franklin), I was going to name more people, but my comments were getting too long. I'll name some more here off the top of my head:

Lizzo (rapper), the Piggy Dolls (the first K-Pop girl group made up of actual plus-size women), K*v*n Sp*c*y (I don't feel comfortable saying his name because he's a disgusting person, but he's another plus-size man...he was in King of Queens and in A LOT of movies), PSY, Greyson Gritt (a genderqueer person in the music industry), Elle King, Produce Pandas (the first music group in China full of plus-size men), Martha Wash, Chubby Checker, Fats Domino, Big Angel (a J-Pop group of all plus-size women), Chubbiness (another J-Pop group of all plus-size women), Pottya (another J-Pop group of all plus-size women)...there are so many that I found, but if you want to add more plus-size artists, plus-size actors, plus-size comedians/comediennes, feel free to add them in the comments!

Dhar Mann, you'll never know what plus-size people go through. You don't know what we go through. You have NO IDEA what we go through on a daily basis. Stop acting like you do. Because you don't, and you never will.

By the way, Dhar Mann, this will NOT be the last post I'll make about you or your videos. The more you make fucking deplorable, poorly written bullshit, the more posts I'll make! Teehee!

If you got this far, thank you so much. The next part of this is coming very soon. I'm sorry for not posting too many screenshots from the video. I wanted to fit in my response because it's important for people to see.

Have a good day/afternoon/night, y'all. Love you!

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your-dar-ling · 3 years

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The Ace Ops and Ironwood

A series, by me!

I think RWBY has as a keen awareness of how much of a hot ass mess Ironwood's character is to understand. To compensate, I think the Ace Ops basically serve as a team of characters onto whom you can project individual aspects of his psyche in order to understand him better.

For example,

Elm, the 2nd most skilled and pillar of the Ace Ops, represents Ironwood's compassion.

She has been described as her voice actor as "big buff lady with a heart of gold." I'm gonna be honest here, Elm has always been my favorite. I find her character the most compelling of them all. As Ironwood's emotions, she has always been overzealously kind. At the earliest convenience, she's shaking Ruby like a ragdoll in excitement over the prospects of new teammates. She encourages their enthusiasm and wants the kids to be the best they can be. At one point, she literally carries Team RWBY on her shoulders, if I recall correctly.

But she would never tell you this. This is Atlas we're talking about here. Whenever asked if she considers her teammates friends, she'll go "This isn't the playground kids." ?!? Um, ma'am, you are like the world's most supportive gym teacher what do you mean this isn't the playground? I- okay?? Whatever. So she's in denial, got it. I still love her.

And then...the fight happens. Look I love Elm but this girl is neck deep in cognitive dissonance. She likes to believe that she is Ironwood's perfect soldier, that she doesn't have feelings and all that matters is the job (perhaps something akin to her partner) but she is nawt that. She's constantly steeling herself against what are clearly very strong feelings towards the matter.

And she can't stand having it pointed out to her either. "They're just following orders." Why are you mad, Elm? You said that yourself all of 20 minutes ago. It's because at this point it's not as much about orders as the fact that, well, she trusted these kids. She threw her all into helping them realize the best possible versions of themselves. And they betrayed her. And her resulting anger clouds her judgement.

Ironwood is clearly operating on emotions at this point too. If he would've just stopped and thought for 3 seconds about any and all of his plans the obvious solution would be to compromise with Team RRAYNBBOW. I'm not about to go into the minutiae of all of his plans, other people with more time on their hands and a better understanding of military tactics have done that already. A big part of what's really keeping them from working together is that Ironwood is simply hurt.

Jacque Schnee (ugh, I know) says in Volume 4 that James has "Never trusted anybody but himself," and James response is "And for good reason." He didn't trust Lionheart, he never even trusted Ozpin, but he took a risk on these kids. They've been through hell and back. They're innocent. How could they possibly betray him after he's given them food, housing, state of the art technology, and their Huntsman Licenses? But lo and behold.

But he will never tell you that. He will just say he's doing what has to be done, and he can't let his silly feelings about...all of Mantle freezing to death or being exploded...get in the way of the bigger picture: Defeating Salem. He's not emotional at all. He'll shoot you if you say otherwise!! Because, y'know, you're a liability to him now if you won't fall in line, not because you're cutting to the core of his fractured psyche or anything...

But what happens when emotions no longer matter?

Ironwood's heart pulls him in every direction, and the more his emotions fail him, the more emotional he becomes.

Next character: Vine

(Actually, the next character is Clover: Redux. This is really the 2nd post in this series of mine. The reason it appears to be the only one is because I accidentally edited a REBLOG of Clover's post in my queue so I have to redo his now...I know. I know.)

#rwby #rwby spoilers #rwby8 #rwby v8 #rwby v8 spoilers #rwby volume 8 #rwby8 spoilers #rwby volume 8 spoilers #rwby analysis #rwby elm #elm ederne #rwby ironwood #james ironwood #Elm hasn't gotten much to do in Volume 8 and that hurts me to my core #Somebody just needs to get her to stop drinking Ironwood's koolaid

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I always love discussions with crazy feminists who refuse to acknowledge how privileged they are, but I always have this niggling issue with the way people respond to them talking about not feeling safe because of being sexually harassed on the streets . I feel like people refuting their arguments come off kind of insensitive and even dismissive of some very serious issues, and I think it does more harm than help, in the end.

Obviously in that post you reblogged those people were trying to say women not feeling safe on the streets is a sign of some sort of legal deficiency towards women and it's dumb and I'm embarrassed of their lack of self awareness. But, despite not affiliating with them AT ALL, I and every other girl I know have had some sort sexual threat and have a similar mindset about not feeling safe on the streets and night. Hell, even my mom has that mindset, and she's more anti-feminist than me. I've been followed home in broad daylight and been grabbed at, I've had friends cornered or outright threatened and shouted rape threats at, and we all have had to change our mindsets to be alert and on the defensive out on the streets. We've only ever been left alone when men were present, and all my life I've been warned never go alone, and even better, always bring a guy with me, by older men and women in my life. I've literally been given pepper spray and safety alarms for graduation gifts! Whether those feminists used their argument well or not (not, it was horrendous), it's an argument I can relate to by personal experience because regardless of if rape culture is a thing, the culture of "be safe against sexual predators and assault" is pervasive to me and ever girl I've ever known feminist or no. I think most women do relate to a statement about not being sexually safe in public spaces.

And then to see people's response to someone bringing that up an issue that seems to be pretty universal to women (even used stupidly) and have people say in response "yeah, well, men get attacked and raped too", it comes off pretty horrible. The way it implies they think men beating each other up somehow cancels out or gets rid of the issue of sexual harassment towards women just rubs me the wrong way, the same way it would if a man talked about being attacked on the street and a woman walked up and said "well, sometimes women get attacked so mugging isn't actually an issue". It just seems like it's so unconstructive to ignore a legitimate issue just because someone you don't like tried to use it against you and did so badly? Again, in the case of the feminist trying to act like she's legally victimized because of that, it's a stupid argument. And she pretty much played the "my horse is bigger than your horse" of having it difficult in life and got what she deserved for it, but I but I just don't see how looking at an experience most women can relate to (We don't feel sexually safe in ___ situation), and responding with "well this happens to other people so it doesn't matter" would make anyone care to listen to your argument. If anything, as an onlooker I would be less likely to listen to anything else someone said because they've already just dismissed one of my biggest concerns in a really insensitive way.

It's entirely possible people just don't care what onlookers see or how they might form opinions based on what they've read. But I guess I'd just be interested in what you think. Obviously we aren't going to change the minds of the people we reply to usually, but do you ever feel like a lack of empathy shuts out or turns away people who might be reading from the sidelines who would have otherwise been open to hearing more?

I hear what you're saying. yes, sexual harassment is a serious and pervasive issue in society. I've experienced it, in fact, almost everyone that i know has experienced it, male and female. People are gross, have been from the beginning of time and will until the end of it. and yes, internet debate is hardly the place to find good examples of human collaboration.

the feminist in that post wasn't responding in good faith to the original argument that omnev put forward. the original post was theswenqueen posting about her incredulity at a mra saying that women have more rights than men. omnev pointed out the legal rights that men do not have. the subsequent argument was because the feminists then said but what about these non-legal issues that women face!!!1!!1! it wasn't what the op and response were about, so the anti feminists proceeded to mock the feminist argument. It wasn't because the issues she brought up were valid or invalid, it was because she brought them up in a gotcha attempt.

i mean, the solution to all of these social issues is simple: carry a gun. but no one brought that up either.

#hopefully thats clear #it wasn't the substance #it was the presentation #anon

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babbling-idiot · 4 years

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Milton Dammers x reader

Prompts

Requested: "tbh angst prompt #12 on that prompt list you reblogged a little while ago screams Milton to me, so could you perhaps do that prompt with him? thanks" -By Anon

Warning: Angst, talks of self hate? (Also if this kind of thing is happening to you, dont hold it in that literally the worst thing you could do, talk to someone. I love you🙂)

Prompt

Angst

#12. "Holding everything in doesn't help, you know."

(Hey anon! So, thanks for requesting, haven'tqrote for my boi in a hot second so it was a nice little transfer over. I hope you enjoy this!)

Milton hated talking about his feelings. Anytime an opportunity cane, he would immediately back out and do something else. You knew this was something he didnt talk about and so, when it came down to your own problems, you didnt go to him. In fact you didnt go to anyone.

This was a huge problem. Talking to no one was probably the worse thing you could do. You admitted, this was a issue. But who would listen? No one would care, they'd just nod and shake there head anytime you said anything so why bother. This was something that always stayed with you and you never once let anyone know about it. This was until milton found out.

Like any normal day, milton woke and went to work. It was completely normal until this person, one of your close friends came up to him. "Can I help you?" He would say with a cautious tone to his voice. "Hi, im one of y/ns friends. Your milton right?" They say with hopeful words he just nods his head for them to continue "Ok good. Listen, I know you dont know me but I've known y/n since elementary school, they are my best friends. Sadly as of lately they've been distant and-" "That sounds like you did something to anger them." He says interrupting "No, no, no! Just listen to me. They're not in the right mental space at the moment. They think that no one cares or gives any shit about them. They ain't listening to me and the only person they talk about is you, so please be a fucking good person and go talk to them. Please!" They say yelling now with anger dripping from there words. He sighs and shakes his head, going straight to his car. How bad could it be?

Apparel Milton thought that everything was gonna be fine, but when he arrived he saw nothing of the sort. There use to be a mirror above a table right when youd walk in and sadly now there it was smashed onto the ground and the pieces were everywhere. He was very cautious now, not sure where you were and he hoped that you hadn't done something stupid. He walked into the living room and it looked like someone ransacked your house for goods. He walked up the stairs next, when he reached your room. He could hear the faint sound of sniffling and the occasional hiccup. You inched the door open and finally laid his eyes on your shivering figure on top of the bed. He walked over to the chair that was behind you. You didnt see him but knew he was there. When he sat down, it felt like time slowed down. Not a single word was spoken. The only thing heard was your harsh breathing. "Holding everything in doesn't help, you know." He says picking at his black gloves. You huff out "If only I had someone to talk to. Someone I could trust, that wouldnt tell everyone about what's going on. It's like you cant trust people anymore!" He shakes his head "Though I know what untrustworthy people look like, there are still some good people out there. And the occasional amazing one. Even, The One." He says pressing his lip in a tight line. You turn over and look at him, still on your side. "Well I wish I could find them, there is none in this town. Only two people milton, just two, that's fucking sad isn't it?" He nods his head but this time he grabs the chair and moves it closer to the side of the bed. "That is sad, but the good thing is that you dont have to worry about all these friends and all these people backstabbing you. You have two people that you trust, hang on to them and I'm sure they will hang on to you as well if you let them in. Tell them what's going on with you. You cant just hold things in. If your afraid of judgement just come to me. I'm not the best person to talk to, but I sure as hell will listen. I'm not the most reasonable but I will try my best." He says making sure that you hear every word. "Your one of those people milton." He blinks and breaths in heavily "Well then if you trust me then, dont hold things in. Tell me about everything. From, one negative though or something that made you angry. I dont care, I wanna know. Okay? " You nod and dab your tears streaked face with the tissue you had in hand "Well you sleep and get some rest and I'll go clean up the mess, alright. " you nod again as hes about to exit your room you stop him "Milton, I just wanna say thank you, I'm very lucky to have you in my life. Your amazing, truly." He smiles slightly before brushing it and waves before exiting the room and goes down stairs. He truly was the most amazing person. He had never been one to talk about his own mental problems but when it came to you, it was like a switch was being turned and then he completely there to help you. No matter what. You weren't the lucky one, he was the lucky one to have you in his life.

(Hey again, I hoped you like this sorry if it wasnt that great and that I didnt have it out yesterday I was slackin' but if you did like this remember that requests are always open. Also remember to have an amazing day and please, please stay safe out there in the world!)

#milton dammers x reader #milton dammers prompts #milton dammers #the frighteners #jeffery combs

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boy-blu3 · 4 years

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Fallen Cupid- Part two

Author: nerdymoose

A/N: Feedback and reblogs are always welcome! Please don't repost or copy my work! I hope you enjoy! ❤❤

Summary: Due to Madison's injured wing she can't go home, when she's given the opportunity she declines. She just wants to spend more time with the handsome stranger she just met...

Warnings: None

Madison woke up to a delightful smell, she has never smelled anything like it.

She got up off the couch and followed the smell into the kitchen. She found Anthony standing over the stove cooking pancakes.

"What smells so amazing?" She asked, leaning on a nearby counter.

He chuckled, "good morning beautiful." He said making her cheeks turn a light pink. "What you're smelling is pancakes. I figured since I have a guest over I should make some breakfast."

She looked over his shoulder at the food. "I've never had pancakes." She stated.

He turned around, looking at her in disbelief, "really?" She nodded as an answer.

"What do you normally eat?"

"Fruits and vegetables. Those who live in forests aren't usually carnivorous." She said leaning on the counter next to him. "We believe that animals are friends, not food."

"Wow. What a way to make me feel horrible." He pouted. Madison found it quite adorable, but she didn't know why.

"Don't. We don't have anything against people who eat animals, that's just how nature is."

"Well good thing I didn't have bacon." He mumbled. He put the last pancake onto a plate and turned off the stove. "Let's eat."

The held a conversation as they were eating getting to know each other. Laughs echoed throughout the house, their plates empty but neither of them made no move to get up.

"Wait. So the timer on your wrist tells you when the next time you have to break someone up?" He asked.

"Mhmm" She looked down at her wrist, the time reading '15 days' .

"Do you guys have dragons?" He asked randomly. His curiosity getting the best of him.

"Yeah we do. They're like dogs with wings, they may look scary but in reality they're so lovable." She said, smiling.

"That's so cool." She giggled at his response.

"Madison? Are you okay?" A voice called from inside of the house, she immediately recognized it as her sister's. Anthony confused and worried as he got up and followed the voice, Madison not far behind him.

"Amara? What the hell are you doing here?" She exclaimed.

"I should ask you the same thing. You didn't come home last night, I was worried sick, especially after the storm." She said, pulling her into a hug.

"Yeah, sorry about that." Madison apologized. Anthony cleared his throat waiting for an explanation as to who just broke into his house.

"Oh right. Anthony this is my older sister Amara, she kinda gets protective when she doesn't know where I am. Amara this is Anthony, he helped me because I kinda injured my wing-"

"You what?!" Amara looked towards Anthony, "Hi, nice to meet you. I'm just gonna borrow my sister for a little." She said grabbing onto Madison's ear and pulling her into a different room.

"Ow. Would you stop that, I'm not 10 anymore." She said rubbing her ear as her sister let go.

"You injured your wing and didn't think to tell me? And you told a human what you are? Who else knows besides me?" Amara scolded.

"Just him, I swear. And he's not like other humans, he's nice and understanding."

"That's what you said the last time. Come on, we're leaving." She demanded.

"No. I think I'm gonna stay for a while. You know where I am so you don't have to worry."

Her sister sighed, " Fine. But here just in case you want to come home early." She said handing her a crystal.

"Thanks." She smiled.

"I'll see you later." Amara walked towards the door and left.

Madison walked back to the kitchen and found Anthony washing the dishes from breakfast. "I'm sorry about that."

He laughed. "Don't be, I think it's sweet that your sister broke into my house to see if you were okay." He turned off the tap and dried his hands facing her.

"Yeah, that's my sister."

"I just want to know how she got into the house. The door was still locked when I checked."

"Like this." I put my hand through a wall.

His eyes widened, "woah"

•• •• •• •• ••

The two of them found themselves seated on the couch finishing the Harry Potter movies, chatting away. Quickly becoming more and more comfortable with each other.

"Can I see your wings?" Anthony ended up asking, he only had caught a glimpse of them the night prior. "How badly injured are they?"

"Yeah. Not too badly hurt, it just makes it difficult to fly." She answered getting off the couch. "We have to step outside, I don't want them to damage anything."

He nodded. Getting up and following her to the back door. She stepped into the middle of the fenced yard.

She made her wings visible and expanded them to their full length, one of them looked like it was missing feathers. But they were still gorgeous, a dark blue that faded into black at the tips.

Some of the feathers looked tangled, and she noticed that. "Ever since that night I haven't had time to groom them, my sister usually does it, she says I don't do it right."

"They're gorgeous." He was in awe, no matter if they were injured or tangled he thought that they were beautiful, just like her. " Can I- can I touch them?"

She was surprised by his question, but nodded nonetheless. He walked over to her and gently ran his hand through her feathers.

They were soft like silk, he found himself in this sort of trance as he continuously running his hands through them.

He was pulled back to reality when he heard her make a noise that sounded like a moan. He soon fell in love with the sound but he pulled his hands away regardless.

She looked towards her wing and noticed that there were no more tangles. "You did a better job than my sister, thanks." She let out a breathy laugh.

He rubbed the back of his neck, not liking the awkward tension that engulfed the two of them, for the first time since they've met. "No problem, they're really soft."

A bark was heard behind them, they turned and saw the dog holding a leash in his mouth, Madison chuckled. "I guess he wants to go for a walk."

"I guess so. Come on buddy."

•• •• •• •• •• •• •• ••

Madison had no idea what was happening, she had only met him five days ago. Yet, she could tell you his favorite color; lime green. His favorite food; chicken parmesan. But isn't normal to know those things? Like any person could answer about their friends.

But she could still easily answer the hard questions that only childhood friends and family can answer. She knows what breaks his heart; someone ignoring him because he has a fear of being forgotten. She knows what makes him instantly smile; appreciating the little things he does. She knows how he got a scar on his eyebrow, falling off of a slide.

She also knows that he bites his lip when he's concentrated, or that he cracks his knuckles when he's anxious.

And it's only been five days.

She can feel it.

The tugs of her heart strings when he smiles.

She can feel herself slowly falling.

She scared.

Terrified.

#supernatural #mythology #mythical monsters #mythical character #mythical creature #writers #writing #written #writeaway #dean winchester #sam winchester

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