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[augustjustice]

Second in Line (aka Blake Harrington fic), 2/?

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Part 1

The telltale sound of footsteps echo again from inside the apartment, approaching the door.

“Eds? What is it?”

The voice rings out before Blake can see him, and a second later, he’s sliding into the doorway beside ‘Eds’ despite the tight space, one shoulder on the frame and his hip pressed firmly up against the other man’s.

Blake feels his heart speed up in his chest. 

The man now standing before him has on a red Chicago Bulls sweatshirt, so faded it looks almost pink. Despite the cold outside, he’s wearing light wash, cutoff jean shorts at a length that would earn a dirty look from Blake’s father, and thick white baseball socks that are pulled up over his calves. His hair is floppy, not as long as Eds’ but curling over his ears and brushing the back of his neck–unkempt, Blake can practically hear the derision in his mother’s voice–and a shade or two lighter than Blake’s own, sun-kissed blonde highlights shimmering in it. 

He squints down at Blake through thick-rimmed glasses, his brow furrowing in obvious confusion and…

…There they are. His mother’s honey-coated brown eyes peer back at him.

“Who’s this?” he asks.

When the man turns his head to look at ‘Eds,’ Blake catches a flash of white, so small and subtle he almost missed it entirely.

His brother’s got a single pearl earring, shining in the lobe of his right ear.

Eds gives a shrug of one shoulder, the twitch of his lip seeming to hint he’s repressing an amused smile. His eyes swivel between the pair of them, from Steve to Blake then back again, taking it all in.

"Sweetheart, why don't you ask the little dude his name?" 

When Steve turns to him again, Blake feels an uncanny sense of déjà vu, like he’s looking into a mirror, or being reintroduced to a family friend he met when he was too small to remember. 

“What’s your name, buddy?” Steve asks dutifully. 

“Blake,” Blake stutters out nervously, having lost all of the decorum he managed to hold onto when introducing himself to Eds, “–Harrington.”

Eds and Steve’s heads turn towards each other in unison, perfectly in sync. Blake feels an inexplicable stab of jealousy at that, the way the pair of them move in tandem. It speaks to a familiarity that runs bone-deep.

“...Holy shit,” Steve murmurs, running a hand up through his hair.

Eds nods in agreement. 

“Yeah, babe. What can I tell you? This one’s a doozy.” 

Then he opens the door a bit wider, all while Steve continues to stare into the middle distance of the hallway.

“You’ll have to forgive Stevie here–he’s usually more of the Suzy Homemaker type than me, but, uh…you’re gonna have to give him a second, on this one, I think.” Hooking his arm easily into Steve’s own, Eds tugs the pair of them backwards, then gives a flourishing bow. “So come into our humble abode, young traveler. Sit a spell, and spin your tale for us.”

The two men back away from the doorway completely, then, giving Blake room to cross the threshold. 

He does.

And it’s a small thing, really, but it feels big. Because, for the first time in his life, he’s stepping out of his parents’ wealthy, polished world…and into his long lost brother’s.

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[jasntodds]

Caving In [3]

Pairing: Gar Logan x Fem!Powered!Reader, Jason Todd x Fem!Powered!Reader

Words: 7,023

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, hurt/comfort, a nightmare, flirting, fluff, jason and reader trauma-bonding, talks of abuse (it’s not super detailed), mentions of food being withheld, gar feels like his trauma isn’t “enough” (unrelated to the trauma-bonding), mentions of death, mentions of drug addiction, mentions of bruises

Summary: ❝Tell me Atlas: What is heavier, The world or its people’s hearts?❞ You never expected your life to end up this way, turned upside down by an infamous Gotham villain. It’s been a living hell, every single day, until Dick Grayson brings you to Titans tower where you meet Gar Logan and Jason Todd.

A/N: So, this is the chapter where I decided to change who the fic was about because I mean hi lol so this chapter is Jason heavy 😂 I am easily motivated to post more often when I get feedback 😂 The first few chapters take place between season 2 episode 1 and season 2 episode 2. You can add yourself the tag list below, ask me to be tagged, or you can follow my library blog @jasntoddslibrary​ and turn on notifications if you prefer that!!

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The movie came to a close twenty minutes ago, Rachel already off to her room to get some sleep but Gar and Jason are still in the living room with you asleep. Gar doesn’t want to move you, he’s never been a big fan of waking people up when they’re asleep, especially when it’s obvious they haven’t slept very much. On top of that though, he’s not sure if waking you up would scare you and then you’d burn him or something. So, he figures it might be best to just let you sleep. Jason volunteered to hang out with him for a little bit anyway.

Jason looks over and his eyes just land on you. You look peaceful and kind of nice when you’re not being a snarky bitch to him. Though, he does kind of give as good as he gets not that he’d ever admit that of course. And maybe he likes that you actually have a bit of fire in your words when you talk to him. Gar and Rachel normally brush off his mean and sarcastic comments and Dick can never be bothered. You though, you play along and maybe he thinks it’s a little fun.

“Why are you staring at her, dude? It’s weird.” Gar looks away from his phone to look at Jason.

Jason shakes his head, grabbing his own phone to scroll through Twitter. “I wasn’t staring.” He mutters, his cheeks turning a bright red.

“Yeah, you were.” Gar insists. “Don’t make it weird, she’s nice and it’s cool to have someone new around.”

“I’m not making it fucking weird, man.” Jason sighs before he looks back over, glancing between Gar and you. “You gonna go for it though?” Jason raises his brows with the question, choosing to deflect.

Gar’s eyes narrow in disbelief. “I just said don’t make it weird.” Gar’s voice goes up an octave with his words. “She’s been here a day.”

Jason chuckles more to himself than at Gar. “I’m just trying to figure out the rules. You’re my friend and I don’t wanna overstep, man.” He has this grin that absolutely says he will overstep if not told otherwise.

Gar’s forehead wrinkles with Jason’s words and if it were anyone else, maybe he’d be surprised by how fast he wants this move but it’s Jason. The same guy who uses 420 and 69 (or both together) as passcodes so Gar can’t actually be too surprised. And Gar also knows that if he doesn’t answer Jason, Jason is going to do what he wants. He’s an asshole, sure, but he’s not a half-bad friend, actually.

“I don’t know.” Gar shakes his head, almost rolling his eyes. “I haven’t thought about it.”

Jason hums. “So, I can go for it then? If I want?” Jason asks and then quickly follows up with more. “Not that I do, I’m just asking.”

“Right.” Gar deadpans and you aren’t an article of clothing they’re swapping because it’s nice or something.

You’re a living breathing human being who has the right to make your own decisions. Of course, Gar knows that’s not what Jason is getting at during this or anything. He’s asking if he can flirt or try to actually get with you if you’re interested but it doesn’t make Gar feel any better. You’ve been here a day and maybe Gar just wants you to settle in before Jason jumps down your throat about it. And, to be completely fair, Gar does think you’re very pretty but he actually wants to take the time to get know you before he decides if he’d even be interested. He’s just here having fun learning to be a Titan.

“Maybe we just let her come to us if she’s interested.” Gar proposes, a partial way to get Jason to drop it. “After, she actually gets settled.”

“Hey,” Jason defends himself, but his voice is still quieter than it normally is. “It’s just a question, she seemed to be comfortable around you is all.” Jason glances to you once more before going back to his phone. “Obviously.”

“Can we drop this? She is right here.” Gar slightly shifts in his seat, not enough to wake up you.

“She’s asleep.” Jason scoffs before looking back at Gar who just looks annoyed. “Alright, damn chill out. I’ll leave her alone for a while.”

Gar nods, not having anything else to add on the topic and Jason drops it. The boys go back to their phones and have some conversation here and there about Twitter threads and TikToks they find. Nothing substantial really comes from any of it but both of them enjoy the time. Gar actually likes hanging out with Jason like this, he hasn’t had a best friend in a long time and this feels normal to him. Turning into a tiger usually makes him feel a little freakish, especially after spending so much time at Doom Manor where they were pretty much described as freaks. It was hurtful, he just wants to be normal and having movie nights with Jason and Rachel feels normal.

It doesn’t matter how much trauma any of them have when there’s a movie on and they’re just hanging out. It’s just them and when it’s him and Jason, that’s all there is. Normalcy. Even with you, a new girl, sleeping on him. In a way, it even feels a little comforting with you laying your head on him because he’s not a scary tiger. He’s just a boy.

After another half hour, Jason leaves Gar to head to the training room. Gar tried to convince him to go to bed but Jason doesn’t listen to anyone so now it’s just Gar and you. He’s getting tired himself and he’s heavily debating on waking you up so he can go in his own bed. But, the debate doesn’t last long because suddenly, you shoot off of his shoulder, heaving for air. You sit forward, eyes wide as Gar slightly jerks away from you as a reflex.

“Are…are you okay?” He asks, leaning back over and forward to get a look at your face.

You suck in a breath, your chest heaving with every breath and your heart pounding. You barely even comprehend you’re still in the living room when Gar asks you the question. All you can do is nod and try to breathe. This is really going to be your life now? Tortured in reality by a psychopath and now tortured in a dream state by the same fucking psychopath? How the fuck is that fair? You finally escaped only to be haunted by your dreams in a place you actually kind of, sort of, feel safe in.

“Nightmare?” Gar asks, not moving from his position.

You turn your head to the right to look over your shoulder back at Gar. “Y-yeah.” You nod softly before looking forward, shaking your head. “Sorry.”

Gar’s brows furrow. “For what?”

“Uh…” No one’s asked you what you’re sorry for before. You’re always supposed to be sorry for either getting angry or upset or having a smart-ass comment. There’s always something you’re supposed to apologize for. “Falling asleep, falling asleep on you….” You pause. “Nightmare.”

“You,” Gar leans forward some more, a little closer to you to try and offer you comfort in the only way he knows how. “You don’t have to be sorry for any of that. It’s okay.”

You glance over at him and the way he looks at you make you feel like porcelain. Fragile and weak. It’s not a feeling you like very much. But his eyes are warm and kind, so kind that they make you want to tell him your whole life story without ever coming up for a breath of fresh air. And it makes you feel warm.

“Do you wanna talk about it? Sometimes it helps.” Gar offers with a welcoming but small smile.

You look over to him again, your eyes dodging his this time. You can feel the flame in your belly flickering, it wants to go out so bad. It’s been wanting to go out the last few months, the last few months you were held. At the beginning, it was bonfire in your stomach. The second even a drop of gasoline were to land, it would all blow. But the gasoline never dripped or spilled. It sat in the corner and taunted you and the flame died down. And you’re so tired of it.

You want the fight back and maybe talking about it would help you feel better but you don’t want to feel better. You want to be pissed and angry and furious and you want the fucking fire back so you can hunt the bastard down yourself. But then you look at Gar again and he’s soft. It’s like you’re this tea light and he’s a glass lamp over you. Not burning out the flame but keeping it going just enough to function.

“Um…” You pause, leaning back against the couch. “It’s just….uh…i-it’s like I’m back there again.” You admit. “A-and he-he’s right there.” You stutter while Gar watches. “J-just f-fucking taunting me, k-knowing I-I can’t do anything. Fuck.” You swallow hard, not even realizing you were practically holding your breath.

Gar turns in his spot so he can better face you, never moving away from you. “What happened?” Gar asks calmly. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” Gar adds on, never wanting you to feel pressured about it.

You hang your head, then shake it. He’s going to give you the look. The pitiful look you got when your mom died. It’s the same look everyone always gives, you’re guilty of giving the look, too but it makes you shift and it make you feel uneasy. You get it, feeling bad for people who experience trauma. It’s natural but you don’t find it comforting and maybe you would find it easier if he had something snarky to say. Make it easier with humor, it’s what you do anyway.

“W-what’s the worst thing you’ve heard someone go through?” You ask, pulling the sleeves of your hoodie over your hands.

Gar sighs, thinking about it but he didn’t think very long before he starts talking, thinking maybe if you know what he’s seen and heard, it’ll make you trust him enough to talk to him. “Rachel, probably.” He answers honestly. “Her mom, who wasn’t her real mom, was shot in front of her. Then, she was locked away,” Gar says. “Only for a few hours but locked away for her powers.” He adds in. “Then,” He pauses and your brows go up in surprise. “We found her real mom who convinced her to bring in her demon dad to save my life. He possessed all of our friends and then got them to almost beat me to death in front of her.” Gar lists, reliving all of it in quick images. “Trigon,” You look at him quizzically. “Demon dad.” Gar clarifies. “Killed her real mom and then Rachel killed him.”

You sit there for a second and you really thought you had it bad. Of course, what you went through was still terrible but you do not want to play trauma Olympics with Rachel that’s for damn sure. But, Rachel seems okay, weirdly enough. You aren’t sure how long ago all of that was but Rachel does seem okay and even happy which gives you the one thing you haven’t had in months. Hope.

“Well…okay.” You nod slowly, taking in the information.

“Oh!” Gar says, remembering to add more. “We were also being chased by people who were trying to kill her because of her powers.” Gar lets out a breath, his nonchalant add-in almost makes you laugh. What the fuck?

You blink a few times. “I….I don’t even know what to say to all of that.”

“Yeah,” Gar chuckles softly. “It was pretty crazy.”

“No fucking shit.” You laugh softly. “That’s fucked up.”

Gar nods. “Yeah, but she’s okay now.” Gar assures you.

“She seems to like it. This place help?” Your eyes glance to your hands and then back to Gar.

Gar nods once more. “Yeah,” He shrugs a shoulder. “I think it does.”

It’s helped him a little bit. But, he doesn’t think his trauma is worth talking about. It’s not as bad as Rachel’s or yours. It was a disease, sure his was different, but it was a disease and people get diseases all the time. Some people live and some people die because that’s how it works. He turns into a green tiger but is that really trauma? In the grand scheme of the conversation? Gar doesn't really think so. So, he keeps the idea of the Tower and the people helping him cope to himself.

“I-it was just…hell.” You suck in a breath, deciding to tell him a little bit. “I was there for a while and this,” You gesture over your face. “Was pretty normal.” You chew the inside of your cheek. “I-I, uh, I-I thought he was gonna…kill me for a while.” You swallow. “I think he wanted to.”

“I’m sorry.” Gar’s brows knit together with sympathy and there’s the look.

You can’t handle the look, not from him. Clearly, he’s seen and heard a lot but now maybe you don’t want to burden him with your shit. He’s been through his own and clearly knows Rachel’s, you can only assume he knows some of Jason’s shit, whatever it is. To you, Gar seems like the person everyone goes to with their problems and you don’t want to stick that burden on him. Not with eyes as caring and gentle as his. It breaks your heart to even be sitting here telling him anything. So, you quit.

“Um…” You shake your head “I’m sorry, I don’t wanna talk about it.” You shut down and Gar just nods.

“It’s okay.” Gar assures you as you get up from the couch.

“I’m…I’m gonna walk.” You fake a smile at him. “Clear my head. Thanks for letting me sleep, Gar.”

“If you need to talk, you can talk to me.” Gar stands up with you, worried he overstepped. “I didn’t mean to--”

“No.” You cut him off quickly. “You didn’t…it’s not like that. I….just. It’s so fucking fresh and you….” You suck your teeth, brows furrowing together as if you’re in pain. “You make me feel normal and I don’t wanna ruin that.” You divert your eyes to the floor. “I’m sorry…thank you.” You look back up at him before turning on your heels and head into the left hallway, disappearing into the shadows.

Gar watches you disappear, kicking himself. He thinks he made it worse. He’s just trying to be there for you but he’s slowly figuring out that that’s not something you want. Not in the talking about-it way, anyway. It’s like you just want to be distracted from it all which Gar can’t blame you for. He can only really imagine what happened from his and Jason’s little bit of research and what information you did give him. His heart aches for you but he’ll never push you to tell him anything. Instead, he goes to his room but he leaves the door cracked just in case you change your mind.

You find yourself wandering the halls until you reach the training room. There you find Jason back at the punching bag. You pull out the phone Dick gave you earlier today and it’s three in the morning. Suddenly, you feel even worse about falling asleep on Gar given how late it is. But, you choose not to focus on the guilt in your stomach and instead on Jason. You stand in the doorway, confused why he would train at this hour. Is he insane?

“Do you ever stop training?” You ask, arms crossed as you’re leaning against one of the sliding doors.

Jason jumps, spinning around quickly. “Fuck, how long have you been standing there?” Jason almost yells at you.

You snicker with a shrug. “Few seconds.”

“What do you want?” He asks and he’s as snarky as ever which makes you happy. It’s like he treats you normally. Not that the others don’t but you can tell it’s like they’re tip-toeing but Jason doesn’t.

You walk in just a few feet, looking around before looking back at Jason. “Was just walking around.”

“That’s fucking weird.”

Jason didn’t expect to see you for the rest of the night. He kind of figured if you woke up, you’d just go to your room, not walk around. Or maybe, you’d be with Gar but you’re here in the training room with him. And maybe despite the snarkiness, he wants you to stay. Maybe the comments will make you want to stay, for entertainment. You seem to like the challenge.

“You’re the one punching a bag at three in the fucking morning. You’re being weird, dude.” You snark with the raise of your brows and Jason deadpans before returning to the bag.

You watch him a little longer and this is your opportunity to ask him to help you. No one else is here and you can only assume Gar went to bed so it’s just you two. He’s clearly dedicated so maybe he’ll want to help anyway. If not, you figure you’ll just hold the little bet over his head.

You close the distance, walking over toward the punching bag. “You’re so….”

“Charming?” Jason glances at you as he punches the bag. “Amazing?” He punches again. “Hot?” He flashes a cocky grin and you sigh.

“I was gonna say snippy, actually.”

“You’re fucking annoying you know that?” Jason snarks.

“Mmm.” You click your tongue a grin pulling at your lips as you point a finger at him. “There it is.”

“Seriously, what do you want?” Jason stops, facing you with annoyance.

“Train me, Dick said I’m not ready.” You hold your head up, crossing your arms across your chest.

Jason pauses, the question catching him off guard. You don’t actually look like you’re in any condition to train, not that Jason really ever agrees with Dick. Bruce doesn’t think he should be Robin but Jason knows he’s ready to get back to it so in a way, Jason understands why you’re asking. Feeling ready, but the adults want to think they know what’s best. It’s shitty. But Jason likes a good fight.

“What happened to you?” The snarkiness leaves his voice as he nods his head up at you and you’re taken aback. Jason, not asking a snarky question? Now, that’s weird.

“Why do you wanna know?” Your voice is level, eyes slight narrowed.

Jason pauses. He’s actually just curious. He knows his motive for wanting to train harder and better and faster than everyone else but what’s yours? Unless yours is going after whoever did whatever it was to you. But now you have powers so you could just take them out with those. You don’t need the combat, really. Jason just wants to know and maybe he has a little more stake in it. He does care about it, even though he acts like he doesn’t. He’s not completely heartless. Plus, maybe it’ll give him bonus points.

“Curious.” Jason shrugs, eyes glancing from your socks to your face.

“You just wanna see all the trauma?” You raise and Jason shrugs, his brows raising quickly as if to be saying ‘why not’ and his nonchalant attitude with the mix of snark gives you enough reason to challenge him a little but take the risk in having to spill. You take a few steps towards him. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” You close the small distance between you standing just an inch away from him. Jason’s breath hitches in his throat for just a second as he looks to you. The look in your eyes sends a shiver down his spine and he’s ready to play the game.

“Asked you first.” Jason doesn’t move from his stance, instead he holds still, looking at you with his eyes locked on yours and he sees a grin coming to your face.

“Alright,” You take one step back. “But don’t make it all emotional or some shit.” You plop down on the floor in front of him, sitting with your legs crossed, Jason taking a breath finally.

He said he wouldn’t. He told Gar he’d leave you alone for a little while but what is he supposed to do when you initiate it? Jason is not gonna back down from that. And, he thinks it’s fun. You play the game and lean into the challenge instead of backing away. It’s only when Jason goes to play, too that you switch it up like a game of cat and mouse. It’s thrilling a little.

Jason chuckles but follows your lead. “You always sit on the floor?”

“You always in here?” You quip.

“Shut up.” Jason shakes his head but a smile still tugs at his lips. “So, spill your guts.”

“It’s not getting that deep, bud.” You scoff but match the smile.

This is what you were thinking when talking to Gar. Gar makes it feel vulnerable, talking about it. That’s not how you want to feel about it. You want to feel strong and fiery. It’s not Gar’s fault, you can tell it’s because he just really, truly cares and feels bad about whatever it is. But, Jason, it’s like he cares but only out of curiosity not because he’s trying to save you or help you.

“Mom was killed by the Joker,” You start, gauging Jason’s face as you talk. “Dad’s a meth addict, a great parental figure obviously.” You say sarcastically. “Went into foster care, Jerry.” You grimace with his name and you try to dodge the feeling of agony and fear when you say his name. “Was my foster dad if you can even call him that.” You scoff. “He wanted to make superhumans. He used me as a test subject, I think for himself to see if anything would work. I had so many things injected I lost count over the year. He kept me chained in a basement and because none of that was quite bad enough, the fucker decided to beat me, too when I didn’t show signs of powers. He’d withhold food, all that shit. I survived mostly off of chicken noodle soup. He beat me so bad, I guess he thought I was dead and dumped in an alley and now I’m here.” You keep your voice nonchalant and steady, listing off your past like some recap of a sitcom.

Jason keeps his eyes on you and he doesn’t know what to say. It’s rare to get him speechless but here he is, without a single word in his head. How is he even supposed to respond to that? It just sounds terrible and horrifying.

“How long did he keep you like that?” He settles on the question, knowing talking about the events in Gotham is a sore spot for him.

“A year, I think. Lost track a bit.” You answer with a shrug, silently begging him to have something snarky or sarcastic to say because now it’s all too real and you wish you could turn back the clock and not say anything.

“That’s fucked up. He’d just experiment on you and fucked you up cause he could?” Jason asks as if not really believe what he’s hearing. People are terrible.

“Mhm.” You hum.

“Fuck that guy, he’s a piece of fucking shit, alright?" There’s a fury in his voice this time and it makes you smile just a little bit. He’s not sorry, he just thinks Jerry is a shitty person.

“No shit.” You huff.

“It worked though, he gave you powers. Why the fuck wouldn’t you have used them?” Jason’s expression changes to confusion. “I’m not blaming you.” Jason defends his words, feeling like it might have come off a bit like victim blaming. “I’m just curious.”

“I was afraid he’d kill me knowing that it worked. I…uh, I learned how to stay calm when he’d come at me so I pissed him off really bad a few days ago. The calmer I was, the more angry he’d get.”

“You got him to do that to you on purpose?” Jason practically yells.

He’s not sure what he expected, really. He kind of just thought it got too bad one day. It lead you to that alley. He didn’t think you actually got someone to do that to you.

You nod, a feeling of shame taking over. “I couldn’t escape any other way. I knew if I could piss him off really really bad, he’d come at me like never before. I could pretend like he killed me or put me into a coma, caused a massive brain bleed, ya know? Something, he would dump me somewhere. It was that or he was gonna kill anyway.” You pause. “Backfired a little, he did come back and I guess thought throwing a few more punches would wake me up.”

“You just played dead the whole time?” There’s a pain in Jason’s voice and he thought this could turn into something of fun, quick-witted jokey conversation but he just feels like you kicked off a cliff. 

“Oh, no, I was actually knocked unconscious most of the time while all of it was going on.” You nod casually.

“Fuck.” Jason lets out a breath before continuing. “That’s kind of badass though.” Jason states giving you a grin, you shaking your head and jerking backward in confusion. “You just took him beating the fuck outta you. That’s fucking crazy.”

You laugh softly. “Yeah, dude’s got a hell of an arm and a kick, a-fucking-parently.” Jason’s brows raise as if to be asking for context. “Found more bruises when I showed today, got a nice boot print on my back.” A scoff leaves the back of your throat.

“Fuck that guy, alright?” Jason says, growing angry at the conversation. Who does that to someone for no reason? He kicks ass every night in Gotham as Robin but those people deserve it. What did you ever do to this guy who was supposed to protect you and keep you safe? It’s not right. “He’s a piece of shit and you didn’t deserve that shit. I'll hunt the monster down for you if I have to.”

You furrow your brows. “That’s a kind offer.”

“I’m fucking Robin!” Jason tosses his hands out, gesturing into his chest and outward again. “It’s my job to hunt those dickweeds down!”

You let out a genuine laugh. He is pretty funny actually and he’s not the Robin that let the Joker kill your mom. You actually think Jason would kill the bad guys if he were allowed to. “Mhm.” You hum. “Which is why you’re the best Robin.”

“You think so?” Jason asks, the joy in his voice makes you giggle. “I know I am but Dick and Bruce...” He pauses for a second. “They don’t think so.”

“Well, Dick and Bruce don’t know shit.” You hold your head up high, and you truly think Jason is the better Robin. You’ve seen the YouTube videos.

“Thanks.” Jason offers a sincere smile. “That why you wanna train? Hunt him down yourself kind of deal?”

“Yeah, if I ever see the piece of shit I don’t wanna give him the satisfaction of knowing it worked. I wanna beat the fuck with my bare fucking hands like he did to me.” There it is, the fire you’ve been looking for. You want him to suffer at your own hands. No one else, just you and him and you want to watch everything he worked for crash around him. You want him to be bloody and bruised and beaten like you have been for a year.

“Good, he fucking deserves it. Dick will probably hunt him down if you tell him.” Jason informs you. “He used to be a detective and he worked a lot of cases with shitty parents. I think he went out as Robin and kicked their asses.”

You smile. “Good, people who beat kids deserve what’s coming.” You laugh softly, stretching your legs out beside Jason’s and leaning back on your hands. “Your turn.”

Jason nods, pulling the leg furthest from you up so his foot is on the floor and his knee is bent while he leans back on his hands. “Dad was killed by Two-Face, mom��s a smack addict, uncle drank himself to death.” Jason rambles off as if it were nothing and your eyes squint for just a second. You’re nonchalant because it’s easier that way. Is it easier for him to be like this, too? “Gotham, right?” Jason scoffs, looks down and away from you.

“Special kind of fucked up there.” You say, not looking away from him. “I’m really sorry.” You say, your heart aching for him, something you didn’t really expect given the banter between you. “How’d you get here then?” You ask, instead of asking for details about those he lost knowing you don’t like to talk about it and assuming he probably doesn’t either.

“Caught stealing the hubcaps off the Batmobile.” Jason chuckles, his cocky grin back on his face as he looks to you, clearly proud of himself. He expects you to be impressed with his courage to steal from Batman of all people. But that’s not what your face is telling him.

Your eyes narrow and then you look up before squeezing the bridge of your nose. “Hubcaps.” Your voice is exasperated, eyes closed before looking back at him. “Fuck.”

Jason laughs, knowing what the expression is now. “What? You robbing cars?” He shakes his head. “Nah, you gotta get the hubcaps, more likely to get money from that. Less likely to get caught, too.”

“Fuck you. You got caught, too!” You glare at him.

“Because it was the fucking Batmobile.” Jason tilts his head back with a laugh. “He didn’t wanna press charges, instead, he took me in.”

“Oh, to have been so lucky.” You snark with the roll of your eyes.

“Yeah…” Jason sucks in a breath. “Sorry.”

“Nah,” You scoff with a smile. “I wish I would have been smart enough to rob the Batmobile!”

“Everyone says it was dumb.” Jason scoffs.

Bruce said it was dumb, the cop said it was dumb, Dick, Gar, Alfred, everyone but every single one of them completely neglect the need to survive. Jason's been in and out of the system his entire life. He got lucky that he didn't end up like you in all of the time he was in the system. It was lucky. He lived on the streets, no job, no GED, no diploma, he had nothing. Stealing the hubcaps off cars was how he got money for food. The Batmobile? He knew he'd get more money for it. No one wants to talk about why he did it, just that it was "dumb".

“Well, you got to move in with Batman and even if you succeeded, you would have gotten money. That’s a win-win.” You give him a smile and a laugh because you really wish you would have done it. You get it, you’re the one who gets it.

“What I said!” Jason defends.

“So, that it? Parents and guardians suck?” You pause. “So…why're you here then? I think you're a great Robin, seems a bit weird you're here." You question because you want to know what he did. If stealing hubcaps wasn't Bruce's red flag, what was it?

Jason’s face grows something sad and you’re watching, not sure what he would be sad about. He seems so happy about being Robin. What is there to be sad about? Dick said Bruce wasn’t the best, but was it that bad? Is the guy who dresses up as Batman every night actually a horrible person? Is it all just a show?

“He’s making me take a break.” Jason looks to the ground, his face settling somewhere between annoyed and sad.

You nod. “Ah, what’d ya do?”

“Well,” Jason sighs, running a hand through his hair. “There was the joyrides in the Batmobile and then riding a motorcycle in the manor.”

“I-you…I don’t know what to unpack first. Batmobile or the motorcycle. Why? For both, I guess?” You question.

Why would he risk that? Getting thrown back to the streets or worse? You run the questions through your head but you don't need to ask him because you know. It's what he does. It's what you do. You’re asking Jason to go behind Dick's back, knowing that Dick doesn't have to let you stay. It's a risk and sometimes the risk is worth it. Maybe it's genetic, to be some sort of fuck up. Or, in this case, maybe it's just environmental.

Jason shrugs. “Seemed fun, I guess.”

“You know what I think.” You point a finger at him and Jason deadpans but gestures a hand out for you to proceed. “I think he doesn’t give you enough attention.”

“You a fucking shrink now?”

“Fuck no.” You chortle. “Just an observation. Seems like you like a lot of attention.”

"And why the fuck do you think that?"

"You're a smart-ass." You chuckle as if it should have been obvious. "The risks you take, the fact everyone has something to say about you tells me you intentionally start the shit so they do talk about you. Talking about you in any context is better than being forgotten." You explain and Jason just watches you growing annoyed. He thinks he's so hard to figure out but you have him pegged in five minutes.

"Fuck you." Jason huffs. He does not like being analyzed.

"No one wants to be forgotten." Your voice is quiet and the annoyance suddenly leaves Jason with your tone. You notice the way he looks at you, not with sympathy or pity but with a genuine understanding and you deflect. "And if you keep saying fuck you, I might take you up on it." You wiggle your brows at him and Jason's jaw opens slightly, feeling as if he's just gotten whiplash.

He can play this game. He won't let you get one over on him. This is Jason's game to play and win.

"Fuck. You." Jason taunts you, leaning forward slightly.

You think it's funny. You’re just messing with him but the way he doesn't even bat an eye at it, it energizes your blood in every way. Talking and messing with Jason makes you feel so normal. He doesn't do that little dance thing that Gar does, where he's so worried about stepping on your feelings. Jason just blurts shit out and calls your bluff. It's fun.

"Tell me how you really feel." You challenge him.

Jason wants to go there because he doesn't think you'll commit to it. Maybe you'll pull away or laugh but he'll have won because he didn't back down first. It's like this silent game you're playing and Jason can't tell who the ringmaster is. He swears up and down it's him, but you take the challenge and maybe he's a little worried you'll win.

You make him feel....not useless right now. He has felt useless since being sent here. Dick didn't want him to stick around and help but he kept Rachel and Gar around. He couldn't stop Trigon, he never even stood a chance. But, with you, you don't know any of that shit. It's just you two with no expectations of anything. It's the two of you and your trauma bonding and this little game. He wants it to be a long game though, drag it out and see who wins then.

"I don't think you like attention." Jason states, your brows furrowing and you didn't expect him to be the one to back down.

“What makes you say that?”

“You’re awake when no one else is. You choose Gar to hang out with. I'm guessing you did a lot of the crime at night and not just because it was easier. It's Gotham, day crime is also pretty fucking easy. Guessing you haven't told anyone else what happened because you don't want them to look at you.” Jason explains in the same way you did but this time, with a bit more bite in his voice.

You shake your head, a smile tugging at your lips. Maybe you’re also a bit transparent around him. “Mmm who’s the wanna-be shrink now?”

“Fuck off.” Jason chuckles. “Have you told anyone else? About what happened to you?”

You shake your head. “No, uh…” You furrow your brows, shaking your head once more. “I almost told Gar but….he makes it….too…”

“Real?”

“Yeah and vulnerable. Dick’s too serious about it and I haven’t talked much to Rachel. You always have a smartass comment though. Makes it feel more like a joke. And....we have Gotham in common, ya know?”

Jason nods with understanding. He doesn’t really like talking about any of it either. None of it really. It’s why he always says it so nonchalantly. It’s easier to brush it all off than boil in the feelings of sadness and regret. It’ll eat him alive if he thinks too much about it.

“Yeah, you make it easier, too.”

“Was that something nice you just said?”

“Shut the fuck up.” Jason groans. He nods his head up at you quickly. “How bad are the bruises?” You raise one brow at him. “I’m not a complete fucking asshole, alright? I don’t actually want you to get hurt.”

He’s thinking of caving. He gets you and you get him. Jason doesn’t have confidence about where this will go by any means but he’s confident he can trust you. If it were Jason, he’d never fucking quit if he were told he couldn’t train. He’d be training recklessly if he had to. You, at least had the brains to come and ask him for help. You’re not dumb, you’re desperate and Jason gets it. But he doesn’t want to contribute to your injuries if they’re that bad.

You think for a few seconds. They’re not great. Most of them are a deeper shades which means they’re further away from healing but you have a few older ones that have turned lighter in color. You know those aren’t the ones him and Dick are concerned about. And you could lie to him, it’s not like he’s going to pin you down and check for himself. But that doesn’t really feel right. Especially with him being nice to you and honest.

“What’s your definition of bad?” You ask, just trying to see how well you need to answer his question.

“Do they hurt?” Jason asks, not sure how to answer it.

“Well, yeah they’re bruises.”

“You know what I mean.” Jason groans.

“Yeah, they hurt. Like walking kind of hurts and bending certain ways hurts.”

“And you wanna fucking train and make it worse?”

“Do you ever rest? If you get hurt being Robin, do you rest or do you train?”

“Fine.” Jason groans, knowing he’s lost the battle. “But you know you’re not gonna run into the guy this week, right? The tower is secure so you don’t have shit to worry about.”

Jason caves. Training helps him deal with the bullshit. It makes him feel like he has a purpose. Being Robin is the one thing he does really well and it makes him feel like he belongs somewhere, something he’s never felt before. All the bullshit that happened before, it doesn’t matter when he’s Robin and when he’s training. He wants to give that to you.

“I know but I wanna be prepared. I wasn’t prepared last time.” You answer honestly. You will never let anyone do that to you again.

“You’re fucking crazy, ya know?” Jason chuckles softly.

“So are you, bud.” You get up. “Well, good talk. Lots of trauma bonding, but I’m gonna try to go tot bed.” You opt to end the conversation just in case he changes his mind but you’re a little disappointed. You do enjoy talking to him. Just like this.

Jason pauses for a second, looking up at you. You’re a human person and you have similarities in your traumas. It’s a little refreshing in a fucked up kind of way. No one else really gets it because it’s different, having a parent actively abandon you is different than dying. In a way, Jason thinks it’s worse. His mom picked drugs over him. He wasn’t good enough to love, by his own mother, and the only one who’d actually get that here is you. But, he knows that you might also benefit from actually talking about it with someone who can offer some actual support about it. It did help when he talked to Gar about it once.

“You should talk to Gar.” Jason says from the floor as you were on your way out.

“About?” You turn to look at him.

“What happened to you.” Jason gets up from the floor.

“Why?” You think it’s a bit weird to bring that up and now. You both just said it’s weird making it feel vulnerable and real.

Jason shrugs. “Might help, dealing with it.” He sucks in a breath as if it’s hard for him to even say. He hates talking about it but Gar will just listen. He’s the one person Jason has actually had a heart-to-heart to about it.

“Afraid I might…break him.” You laugh softly. “Ya know? Like he’s already seen some bad shit and he is…. unfathomably kind. I don’t wanna ruin him.”

Jason huffs but there’s a smile peaking onto his face. “He looks at the ligature marks on your wrists whenever you’re not tugging on your sleeves. Whatever he’s imagining happened to you is always going to be worse than what actually happened.” Jason says, his voice a bit flat and you can see this is a struggle for him to say and you wonder why.

“Like in horror movies. Choosing not to show the violence because what we imagine will always be scarier.”

“Yeah, I’m just saying, he’s a good listener if you just wanna be pissed about it.” Jason chuckles. “He’ll let you bitch about it.”

You smile at him and shake your head. Everyone here wants to talk so much shit about him which hey, maybe he deserves usually. But, you see through his bullshit because you do the same shit. It’s not cold-hearted, it’s a coping mechanism. A way to protect yourselves from getting hurt again. You get him, you get it and it makes you happy because he gets you, too.

“You’re not so bad, Jason Todd.” There's a genuine sweetness to your eyes as you say it and Jason doesn't believe it.

“I am the best.” He opens his arms, palms up, the arrogant smile beaming.

You roll your eyes, feeling bubbles and butterflies in your stomach. “Yeah, sure, goodnight, Jason.” You emphasis his name as you turn to leave and it sends Jason’s heart spinning.

“Goodnight, Y/n.” His voice is actually kind as he watches you leave.

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[snaillock]

noo, bc i fucking feel yall. bc a fic i read thr other day?!? "gn!reader" the next line is "reader could arguable be considered afab" and then out of no where the fic uses female anatomy terms??? the reader is not "arguably" afab. it is afab, and a warning tag like "afab!reader, but no pronouns used" would have been a better explanation for your fic.

i fucking DESPISE when people do that and refuse to put the actual gender of the reader in the actual post or the tags. its really not that hard. as someone who writes both female and male readers, i know how to tell my viewers which one they are so they csn steer clear of something they dont like. its just female readers r considered "the standard" or "the default" with both female and male characters. (finding fem char x male reader is the hardest thing on earth omg but anyways)

and untagged drabbles are the WORST at this. there's no gendered tag and no warning at the top of the post so i assume the reader is gender neutral only to ve bombarded with fem terms. even if a creator doesnt want to put the reader's gender in the fic warnings, but it in the tags. it really isnt that hardddd. all tumblr writers need to have a seminar about tagging fics correctly and stating what is actually in your fic. or we all need to learn a03 etiquette or smth. bc being a male reader sucks😭

(srry sbout this rant. i just needed to say it)

nsfw mentions for anyone else reading!

dude yesterday i saw a fic that was legit tagged “gn reader, reader is called mama.” like how is that a coherent statement. it’s almost comical to me. one of infinite examples of what it’s like to look for fics on tumblr. like im BEGGING and PLEADING to people to think about what the neutral part of gn means.

i hate also when writers do “gn!reader that could be seen as female” when 90% of the fic makes it so so obvious like shut up that’s totally fem reader.

when people use afab as some cool fancy ass synonym for woman also irks the shit out of me but that’s a whole other conversation.

i fucking wish putting “character x female reader” or whatever gender in the actual tags itself was a much more common practice so filtering would actually do something. unfortunately the only people who actually do it consistently are of course the ones who write male reader fics.

like people shouldn’t be allowed to leave their fics untagged if it isn’t 100% gender neutral. like give me some indication god please. it’s even worse when i’m going through the blue lock tag so most of it is just untagged fem smut drabbles so it’s like a double smack in the face for me. like give me a heads up at the very least.

honestly i should just start fining people whenever they screw up with their tags. like straight up start demanding money for emotional damage charges.

(speaking of fem char x male reader, once i transition into more multifandom, i’m for sure gonna start doing those as well. the lack of them just makes me so so sad)

also don’t worry about ranting bc im so glad i have yet another chance to complain about this for the second time today. being mad about this stuff is like the whole reason why i even made this blog

#★ snail.mail ★ #★ the sillies <3 #i’m debating whether i should add more tags so this discussion gets more reach #★-murr

[sysmedsaresexist]

Take a step back for a sec

Is syscourse something you're enjoying currently or are you self harming in a way by going into the tags knowing it will stress you out?

??? Dude

That's fucked up, and I hope you know that

Imagine walking into a stranger's inbox and suggesting to them that they are self harming. Anon, I get you're trying to look after people's health, and that's admirable -- but genuinely, that's not your job, and making it your problem is not only unhealthy for you, it's also uncomfortable for me. And if this is because I told people they're allowed to be angry, then it feels like you're conflating anger with self harm, which is exactly the problem I was talking about.

UwU🌸 But what do I know I'm just a syscourse obsessed sysmed.

A personal rant/vent under the cut

I don't handle stress well by being quiet about my feelings, I like to be loud and obvious and an open book about my thoughts. I made it to where I am today (I have never said how many followers I have, and I never will, but... guys... yes, hi, i love you all, and I consider myself to be very successful in my career and life) by just being me and yelling about things on MY blog.

This is how I've become healthier

I stopped caring so much about what everyone thinks and put myself first. What makes me happy? What is healthiest for me?

Spoiler: burying my emotions, not engaging in something I love, and giving up a productive outlet for my wildly fluctuating up and down emotions is not the answer

This was my first step to overcoming shame, and when this kind of talk started in SN, it ruined it for a LOT of people, both members and mods

What had been a mature, self moderated, active, vocal, and welcoming community suddenly turned on each other in an attempt to not be the "crazy one" that cared too much or got too involved, because suddenly everyone was afraid of being accused of self harming through something they genuinely enjoyed

I fall apart when I feel like I can't talk about things for fear of judgement, and I know I'm not the only one

Leaving SN and coming back to syscourse full force has made me happier than I've been in over a year. I'm sleeping better, I'm less anxious, I'm not scared to open tumblr or discord anymore, I can spend time with my partners without worrying about what's happening

I feel in control of my life and the things happening in my social vicinity, and it's left me more brain power to focus on my personal things-- work, family, etc

I'm back to laughing with people who understood what I was feeling, and joking about the things that stress me out, rather than trying to bury it all

I know this is going to shock you, but it's okay for something to be stressful and enjoyable at the same time

Video games, horror movies, puzzles, roller coasters-- all of these heighten stress levels in enjoyable, positive, healthy ways

Can it become maladaptive? Absolutely, but it's not your job to be going to strangers and asking this

Especially something as serious as self harm

Like, you're not just asking, "do you think maybe you'd benefit from a quick break before you post?"

You're full on overstepping personal boundaries when you put people in this position

There is literally zero reason to ask this question, in that way, with those words, unless you're projecting

Spin on it, friendo 👍

#tw sn

[shirogane-oushirou]

11 and 14 for the selfship ask game 👀

-bobasthrone

hie jo!!!!! tysm for the questions, looking forward to answering these hehe! i hope you're doing well and keeping safe this season ^^

11. has an F/O inspired you to pick up a new hobby/interest/habit this year?

i'd say "gray inspired me to pick otome games back up so i could read spade alice (the new one he's in)" but that feels like cheating LOL. i also technically did my first gunpla shortly before ren Appeared to me... so while i've gotten MORE into it thanks to ren (and the thought of us doing them together), i also don't really count that. ren did get me hardcore back into art tho... like he's my oc so if i'm not making shit for him NOBODY is kjNKJSDFNKJNF. and he's making me focus a bit more on clothes than i normally would in my art AND irl (i want to look soooo cute for him~). and even though i haven't started YET, i do EVENTUALLY want to do mycology research for funsies. i know Enough about my own mycotoxin ailments, but anything beyond that is just like. what mushrooms used to grow outside my family's previous house and how RANCID they smelled lmao. i feel like learning more would get me closer to him, and i can see it as him infodumping to me! like that one post about leaf-cutter ants and fungus farms was WILD... i want to learn more shit like that!!!!

14. did you find out anything new and surprising about yourself through selfshipping this year?

honestly, i think ren has helped me explore so many parts of myself that i don't know how to list it all. dude's like... 10% stuff from the original dream, 30% original stuff, 60% stuff taken directly or remixed from my life. ;;;; the 30-40% that isn't me is KEY and clearly makes him very different and his own person, but also... love to dump traumas on OCs to work through them~~~ (as a Kinda Funny Thing, i think i hyperfixated on Just Some Guy ren as much as i did Villain Doc ren.... i think i've gone from "nobody will be as interesting as a cool fictional character" to "just give me a cute retail worker who's real niceys to me, i want to give it a try" OKJSNFKJN) i've also found out i have the capacity for WAAAAAY MORE social interaction than i thought possible. i've been isolated since 2016, becoming progressively more socially anxious, and one of my 2023 goals was just to go from "regular chatter in one twitch stream" to "regular chatter in multiple twitch streams", which would have been a huge change in itself... and yet here i am just chatting it up w people daily!!!!! it's nuts!!!! i still obvs have bad days... plus i still can't really do one-on-one dms or chat apps like discord kJNDKJFNSKDJFN i'm gonna need Actual For Real Therapy to be comfy doing that again KJSNKFJNKJDFNS... but i've met so many fucking cool people since making this blog, and i love chatting in tags and replies and asks like these!! i even made the first "move" in multiple cases! it's a small thing... but to me, it's huge. and it's improved my mood SO much (sans this month yeehaw but that isn't selfshipping's fault lol). all this to say HIEEEEEE if you're reading this you're rad af and ilu hehehe

#ty again for the aaaask ;w; #[ asks. ] #📌 [ my posts. ] #🦦 [ can't escape it. ] #🍄 [ lying on the blade of an emotion. ] #🦎 [ chasing starlight. ] #🧃 [ who is in control. ] #[ oomfies ; jo. ]

[cleverpaws]

NOT. a generation loss blog

dee en eye if you support that man and that skeleton and what they did in that cage..

actually im keeping the title like that its so fucking funny to me

salutation i am michael (he/they/neos) and uh. get intro post'd x100 - aroace and aplspec fool - bi and/or gay whichever is more comedically convenient - nonbinary dude 🎸🎸⚡⚡⚡⚡ there's no comma there for a reason - vaguely loveless <22222 peace and life - average library volunqueer - king of the wildly inconsistent art & writing styles <- Update we figured out why this was. you'll never guess - cartoonist 💯💯 - your local Mongoose - serial daydreaming problem - introvert??? extrovert???? i'm normal, thanks - AuDHD & NPD probably & probably like 1 million gazillion other Things at this point - the #1 hetch fan (shares this title with 3 of my beloved mutuals) - plural btw. i will now gaslight the internet into thinking i was open about this the whole time and you all just missed it

I RUN @showfallmanagement AND @lostnfounder THE SHOWFALL ASKBLOGS!!! COME SAY HI!!!

ALSO MORE RECENTLY STARTED @notslmccl do NOT go look at "chase" and do NOT poke him with sticks

dream team fans and harry potter fans you are not welcome here!! TRANSGENDER BLAST RAHH 💥💥

also no, people who think queer labels can "contradict" each other you are not welcome here either 💥💥💥 * my bi gay aroace nonbinary guy energy explodes you x100 *

things i am not normal about: - GENLOSS!!!!!!!!!! - ^ and, by extension, ENCOREVERSE!!!!!!!! - BITB!!!!!!!! - JRWI IN GENERAL I JUST PUT BITB FIRST!!!! - PSYCHOLOGY!! - MINECRAFT!!!!! - SPLATOON!! - ANGELS JUST LIKE AS A CONCEPT!!!!!!!!! - BODY HORROR!!!!!

things i am actually somewhat normal about (casual interests): - Studio Ghibli movies - Spirited Away, My Neighbor Totoro, Kiki's Delivery Service - cartoons (GF, TOH, Hilda, Amphibia, OtGW, Bee n Puppycat) - everywhere at the end of time - little nightmares!! - indie animation usually - ranboo in general somewhat - still sort of the dsmp - video essays!!!!!! esp horror video essays

i tag any and all posts that contain hetch with "#hetch generation loss" and any and all remotely sneeg/frank related posts with. shocker. "#sneeg/frank" go nuts gay people ("#asks" are also tagged)

(and if you go through "#saving this" you will find my many artist resources, recipes, and the occasional Insanely Good Post i think about every day)

ALSO!!! im like Never serious on here ever but just 4 the record (i dont even know if anyone will see this) please do not call me ur friend if i dont know you!! 😭 im aplatonic and while i do still have ppl i consider friends its personally just weird for me to be forced into friendships by people i literally havent interacted with that much (even if we're mutuals!!!!! sah ree guys) (saying stuff like "my friend" at the end of msgs in like that semi joking tone is fine though lol)

how ever...... mutuals r totally free 2 ask for my discord or msg me on here 💯💯

also if you EVER need me to explain any encoreverse lore to you i will drop everything to do so 😍😍

(all banners n images r mine except the mcytblr sexyman voted one by @/tmmyhug and the sonic narc abuse one by @/nicepersondisorder)

skittering sounds alright ill get out of your hair . the particles aren't though. yeah sorry man they uh. they really get stuck in there. sorry

[lizzienaut]

I totally understand what you're saying but think whit me a little bit ok,

Do you really think this community is fair to everyone? That is it fair enough so that people like me do not complain about not having the same respectful treatment with you, THE ROPE LOVERS?????. Idfk and don't care, I'm just saying facts, that's all. Also commission custom tword art? It doesn't sound like a bad idea actually!, one thing I'll make sure is that it's not the work of any of you, but again it's right that i'm being the bad person here so oficially i'm leaving here, stop saying nasty things and will try to do my best to tolerate this community, despite y'all will make very difficult nlg

honestly? i’m not gonna be as nice as the other people have been.

you, based on how you portray yourself through each dumpster fire of an ask sent to this community’s content creators, are clearly a misguided minor who has learned nothing from this experience. despite apologizing on mickey’s blog, you still show up in my asks (rather late too, very offended on that front) and continue to speak negatively of the others in this community through your passive aggressive comments (i.e. “the rope lovers”).

answer me this; what’s so bad about liking bondage? feathers? feet? trick question - absolutely nothing. this shit isn’t inherently sexual (i mean for god’s sakes, half of the people in this community realized they like tickling because of children’s media) — a mass majority of the people here who draw feathers and feet and light bondage are SAFE FOR WORK (i.e. no genitalia showing, no underlying (intended) sexual themes, etc) just drawing those things because they think it’s fun. it is literally as simple as that. the community is not going to serve you the content you specifically want on a silver platter, both because god knows you don’t deserve it AND for the fact that despite how unfair it may seem to you, artists owe you jack fucking shit my guy. nothing. nada. zip. zero. yeah, it’s frustrating to not find what you’re looking for, but that’s the internet for you dude. wanna know the secret? literally just keep looking and blocking the content you don’t like. you made this everyone’s problem when you could’ve just shut your mouth, silently blocked the accounts you don’t like, and moved on your merry little way to go finish whatever homework you probably didn’t do.

also — even if the art is suggestive or sexual in nature, who gives a shit? it is not the creator’s responsibility to walk on eggshells for you just because you find it upsetting, so long as it’s tagged properly. you’re clearly old enough to use some common sense, so utilize those block buttons. it’s not rocket science.

i’m very pleased to hear that you wouldn’t commission me — i wouldn’t want your money anyways, as i don’t want to work with individuals who tell people to kill themselves, or harass others into doing what they want, or are just generally throwing tantrums on everyone else’s blogs.

i could not give less of a shit that my (or my mutuals’) presence on tumblr dot com will make your poor widdle life that much harder. you are not being respected because you do not treat others with that same respect you so desperately crave in return.

block button. that simple.

you’re clearly the same asshole that you were before, your apologies and promises mean nothing to me, nor does your opinion.

leave me and my slut well in peace now :)

#liz peeps™ #anon #tickling

[pelman]

The pissjug man is 100% an ai generated image and you look dumb as fuck defending it/not being able to tell its ai. Straight up get help man. Also weird as fuck to be an adult and have ur age limit for following be under 13, why would you want *any* minors following you if you are an adult. Bizarre shit i hope you get the help you need soon

1. it was past 3 am when i saw the picture. i wasnt "defending" it, i was pointing shit out that likely would have been Worse if it were more obviously ai generated. if ai text generation has somehow gotten Perfect by now then my fucking bad, goddamn.

2. i dont WANT minors following me, i have never stated i WANT minors following me, but im fucking 19, dude. im less than 2 years out from being a minor myself and have friends that are still minors. i also happen to be in fandoms that -- wouldnt you know it! -- are populated by a lot of minors! like pikmin, my current hyperfixation! and i dont have the time or energy to decide to comb through all of my followers and purge them of individuals who just want to look at my artwork just becauss they happen to be under 18. i tag things that i Think arent appropriate for minors to see appropriately, so you have no right to act like im being predatory for Allowing People To Follow Me

this ask doesnt make you look like a good person, it makes you look like a twat. get off my blog you fucking loser

#btw no im not mad lmao #you didnt 'rile me up' or anything so dont act like me responding is vindicating you bcos im Not lol. #100% calm responding to this. i just want to show my followers how much of a fucking dumbass you are

[montewave]

About the GOOMT-review, I'm sorry (not rly) but your excuses sound very much like bullshit to me. I know me saying so won't make you change your ways, but I feel like some calling out is due. You claim you're simply giving Harv some overly harsh constructive criticism, and "it's okay if it's constructive, right"? Thing is, people like you and those in your circlejerk of haters only want one thing: for Harv and other creators you dislike for petty reasons to bend to your wills; your "criticism". Even if he changed the story to make you all happy, you wouldn't BE happy. You just want people dancing to your pipe. Stop pretending to actually care about whether Harv "improves as an author", cause that's obviously not what this is about. You couldn't care less what's good fiction or not. You and Loudmound etc. should start being as honest as you claim to be and admit you're only in it for the bullying. The other anon was right that you seem miserable, because miserable people act like you guys do. I hope you realize that yourself some day, because what you're all doing is not a good look.

No one who comes across your GOOMT-posts in the future will read them and think "These people seem like the reasonable good guys here". You all, especially Loudmound, have long since crossed the line into pathetic-territory at this point. I know you won't listen to me, but I'm still gonna say it:

Stop this stupid-ass smear campaign already. Whatever imaginary grudges you think you have towards Harv; let them go. Even if you really gave a shit about creators improving their works, this is not the way to do it. Do it for yourselves if nothing else (if you truly care so little about other people's feelings as you seem to do), and you might become a little less pathetic down the line.

Putting this under a readmore, iykyk and I value my mutuals and friends' time. Full response down under.

Dude, if you're gonna call me out, at least read what I write first. Like, if I can sit through a good chunk of Harv's 315k fic, then you can read a 8.5k review. If you're going to call me out, be public about it. I want to know names and faces. Like, you being on anon isn't doing shit, not that going public would do much either but don't be a coward! 💖 Dude, I clearly state in the original post and the other ask that I had gotten from the other anon, that I don't care if Harv listens to it or not. Like I said my piece and kept it moving. It's been two days since the last anon ask and three days since I posted the review. In between those days I have not mention Harv or GOOMT. Anons like you that keep bothering me. I will take the L for getting publicly mad about a shitty fanfiction, that's an L that will permanently associated with this blog. But again, I do not care if Harv reads it or not. If he does, great! If he doesn't, great! I literally do not care. Jokes aside, Tumblr's reading comprehension is really pisspoor. What Harv can do with GOOMT, is ultimately his decision. I don't really care, like I got better things to do. The review is an one and done kind of deal, but I have no problem doubling down on being an asshole because this is a very much 'Don't Feed the Trolls' situation. You and his other keyboard warriors are only making it worse. Like in the tags in the last ask, I said I don't hold any hatred or contempt for Harv, I don't. Yeah there's a lot of Ad Hominem but a lot of it is true, so it's not a smear campaign. There are some actual concerns regarding GOOMT, concerns that I don't give a utter fuck that if Harv listen to or not. I don't care if he changes GOOMT, like congrats if he listen, congrats if he doesn't. If you're going to accuse me of things, at least read what I said before entering my inbox. Unlike you, I don't make baseless accusations. I do my research before coming to a conclusion, and Harv likes to toot his own horn, so trust and believe, it's not that hard. Yeah, it's bullying, it's targeted bullying but it's one and done deal. I have a life, I have a job, I have bills. GOOMT and Harv are nothing to write home about. The review is nothing more than mean-spirited entertainment and writing practice, at the end of the day. I've moved on and so has @loudmound, I actually don't appreciate you coming for Stormy in my inbox. We may be friends, but my actions are entirely my own. Hell, Stormy was the one who told me I shouldn't do this. If you have an issue with Stormy, go to their inbox. It has an entirely different outlook on this whole situation, so I can't say trying to rile him will be to entertaining. They're not going to give you the satisfaction. But I will! I love talking and pissing people off! 💖💖💖 Babe, this is tumblr. I do not give a fuck if people think I'm the good guy or the bad guy. Homie, it's not that deep. It's a person who got mad at bad fanfiction and quite literally lost sleep over it, bro, clown on me for that. That's so much more funnier and more scathing. People sent me anons and throwaway accounts calling me whole slew of slurs, grow the fuck up. C'mon, call me a nigger if you got the guts. Hell, Harv can too, if that makes him feel better. It's not a smear campaign if what I said in the review in true and that would require me to actively drag Harv's name in the mud. Making posts about him, slandering him and his friends. I don't care enough to do that but it's cute that you think I would waste my time like that. I wasted enough writing that review and responding to you and that other anon as it.

Bro, I do not give a shit about others' creative vision to do that. It's not that deep, I see a doodle or fic, I either say cool and like it, or keep it moving. It's not that fucking deep but it's funny that you think it is. At the end of the day, creators are responsible for their own growth, whether or not they listen to criticisms, critiques, etc. We're not longer in school, this isn't for a grade. I'm just some random bitch on the internet, I don't care about the artistic growth of others. If they like it, I love it. That's simple.

Now, since I don't like cluttering my dash with nonsense. If you like to file another complaint, my inbox will be open or if you want something private, where I don't clown on you silly ass, my discord dms are also open: Monte#2942

#Monte's Mailbox #The Goomtening #<-for blacklist #Like if you're gonna send me an ask read my other shit before you do #I clearly don't care about Harv. You guys are just making it worst.

[queerregulusablack]

Heylo, looking for a 3rd point of view and you are my favourite blog XD, no pressure to answer though! 1. Why do many fics (AU & Canon Compliant), under Jegulus tag, write abt suic** or heartbroken Reg when his relationship with James ends and he is left for Lily? I understand the appeal of Angst/Tragedy but it's deeply unsettling to see the many fics with this narration/tags (browsed through ao3 unfiltered foolishly). And to find a fic where Reg leaves James for his own wellbeing is rare

2. Is it Jegulus /Jily if this kind of fic is written frm Reg's POV but there are barely any Jegulus moment? These are one-shots or few chapters fics. As a Regulus fan, I may be letting my love for him cloud my judgement. But seeing how he is treated, even just browsing through the summary/tags, makes me curse in my head. And my heart hurt. From Nearly Anti Lily n James

Thank you!

Honestly I... really wish I could tell you. Don't get me wrong I love angst! I show how much I love a character predominantly by putting them through the Horrors. But I do it with the intention of having them be comforted to hell and back afterwards. Sad endings hurt my feelings; I want the satisfaction of happiness at the end, of a light at the end of the tunnel. For me, angst is only therapeutic if there's a recovery period afterwards.

And I mean sometimes the angst makes the happy parts that much sweeter.

But the habit in this fandom to have Regulus end a relationship with James/be left by him and then immediately fall to suicidal depression does, at times, grind my gears. Because I understand the appeal of 'boy who never felt love before finds it', and I understand writing it as being devastating for him to then lose it, especially in situations where James either leaves him for Lily or moves very quickly onto her instead; but like... that's not my Regulus.

My Reg is a survivor, and more than that, in a world where James leaving him for Lily is even a possibility, he spends their relationship... almost anticipating it. Bracing himself for it. He's got a whole lot of experience of not being loved right, and some very raw experience of being abandoned, so he'd be prepared for it to happen with James; maybe even paranoid. And falling apart isn't useful. But also, the idea of Regulus relying to thoroughly on James that without him he genuinely wants to kill himself really is antithetical to my Reg too, because he's an independent person, and he'd never let himself become that reliant on another human being! Not when he knows how easy it is for them to leave him.

To be clear, I say 'my Reg' because he's barely more than an anecdote in canon, so really we're all making this shit up as we go, and no one man's Regulus is better than any other (with the exception of trans!Reg who is obviously peak and cannot be beaten). Like this is a personal preference thing, people can write him how they want.

But for me, that kind of spiral doesn't vibe with my understanding of his character. For me, more than suicidal, Regulus' first instinct would be to get angry. But that's a story for another day.

From a fandom meta perspective? My dude we are all so fucked up.

Like, this fandom is a magnet for depressed queers the world over. And while on the one hand this leads to a lot of very nice content, because the world sucks enough so we may as well write a sweeter version of it, at the same time a lot of people deal with their feelings by putting it into their art; and a lot of us are real depressed! Not just sad, or melancholy; clinically fucking depressed.

And a lot of writers project that onto our favourite sadboi Reggie.

I have no argument to make about how healthy vs unhealthy it is. I think it should be tagged appropriately at all times, but past that, write whatever the fuck you want. But I do, personally, tend to steer away from the truly miserable fic out there.

I still haven't returned to Choices and don't think I will. It's beautifully written, but it does leave me feeling like all my insides have been scooped out, and I'd find that hard to read even with the promise of an alive and happy Regulus at the end; which Choices does not have, being canon compliant.

As for your second question:

I think if it's from Regulus' POV, his emotions dictate the appropriate relationship tag. If he spends the entire fic never touching James, never speaking a word to him, a Jegulus ship tag is still appropriate if throughout it is clear that he has feelings for him/is interested, and if those feelings are the focus of the fic.

The points at which it becomes tricky are like... okay, so you're asking about Jegulus, but there's a trend in the Moonseeker tag for there to be fics tagged RemusxRegulus that are about the aftermath of the prank, during which Remus screws around with Regulus to get back at Sirius. By the end of almost all of them, Remus and Sirius are reconciled; and the narrative throughout is entirely about Remus acting on his anger at Sirius, not him acting on any feelings for Regulus.

Which makes it not Moonseeker. And means putting the tag in the relationship category is just misleading for people who are looking for actual Moonseeker fic (me, I'm talking about me, this was the worst afternoon of my life). In fic like that, additional ship tags, to my mind, belong in the additional tags category, so you don't end up catfishing innocent enbies like myself who just want to see Reggie fuck his brother's other best friend.

Like listen, I know that besides the extreme popularity of some Jegulus fic the really good ones are thin af on the ground. I know it's tough to find ones that are happy, and treat our boy well. Believe me I know, I am cradling him in my arms and hissing at people to leave us alone.

But the only way to avoid that sort of thing is to refine your tagging and get really, really good at sussing out what you're in for from fic summaries and additional tags. It's a learning curve, but you'll get there.

(As for Jily I am ambivalent. It can be cute, it can be not cute, it can be a handy little tool for angst creation, I don't mind it. I do think that like, some people write Lily really well regardless of her ship, and some people don't; and I don't mean in a 'she's a bad person' way because that's not bad writing, it's a character choice and it's valid. I mean in a 'let's shoehorn this two-dimensional understanding of her into the middle of this relationship to make everyone sad' kind of way. Sometimes she's just poorly written.)

I advise you not to let yourself be tricked into being anti anything, because it's a slippery slope and you never know when something might change your mind; but honestly, if it's stressing you out? Just cultivate your experience my dude. Filter out the 'hurt/no comfort' tag. Keep closing the fics you're not enjoying. Chase your bliss instead of letting the things you don't enjoy catch hooks in you. You'll have a lot more fun, I promise.

(And don't censor words like that bb. We're not bird or clock app; you're not going to get in trouble, you're just going to make it tougher for people's blacklists to pick up on that word and hide the content for the users who need it hidden. Shake yourself from the shackles of asterisks. Say fuck.)

#owl post #old man yells at cloud #QRAB chatter #people will write what they want my dude just keep scrolling you'll find what you like #I understand feeling frustrated but like... take a breath. Reread your favourite. Carry on. #don't let it get you down.

[heretherebedork]

i really finished the episode and then ran straight to your blog like a kid running home after getting bullied bc i Knew there's only one spot on tumblr to find a logical reaction to that dumpster fire <3

i mean. where?????? to begin francis????????

do i want to be bitingly mean about kinn's awful fucking decisions this entire episode (nvm the rest of the show)??? do i want to tear apart the entire nonsense spectacle of what they did with these plot twists???? do i want to physically scratch someone's face for the shitshow with the mom???? i mean what year are we in what genre is this what's going on??? where's the bad editing to match the awful plot choices???? i've lived through indian tv serials and i would rather rewatch the worst of those than ever have to do this to myself again

that entire scene with porsche's mom reveal was so disgusting i literally couldn't stop saying 'ew' everytime kinn did/said anything. how do i send them a fucking fruit basket for crafting the world's most insufferable character. i know you're always making fun of how he can't do anything wrong but holy shit. like holy shit dude why did they do that

and WHY did porsche accept the fucking position as the minor family mafia head???? why on god's green earth did they make such a huge deal out of porsche's dream of a beachside bar when it was going to be sidelined this hard??? why is their mom literally a paper doll who can't even speak and looks the same as twenty years ago????

on a less angry note: why did they give us rich, deep, vibrant vegaspete scenes only to put them in bright hospital lighting and make them candy-sweet????? i'm not complaining (much), vegaspete basically got me through the second half of this show but god. God

i'm so sorry to walk in here and just rant but holy shit we all saw that right? like im not hallucinating? that really happened?

anw thank u for being so vocal abt your true feelings for the show i need to start a support group before my blood pressure hits the roof

–🌻

I will never, ever, be able to forgive the scene with the reveal of Porsche's mom. Ever. That scene is burned into my soul with pure anger at the handling of that. I mean, fuck, seriously? That's just the... what a damn nightmare. What horror. I really, really wish that Porsche had shot Korn earlier in the episode.

Imagine if that reveal had happened with Korn already shot by Porsche. Everyone thinks he's dead. Porsche thinks he killed him and then it's revealed that he's not just not dead, but he's also been hiding his mother and let Porsche spend his entire childhood being abused and in poverty?

Also, like, why did Korn allow Porsche and Chay to end up in so much debt and in danger of losing their home at any point?

I refuse to think about any of the things that happened, honestly. Like... it was just beyond me. Entirely beyond me.

Glad to be vocal. Glad to speak up, even if I stopped tagging things. Glad to be a comfort to people who have realized that the show just... wasn't what we hoped.

But also yeah we got some VP cotton candy. I'll take it over nothing but it was not what I wanted.

Much love to you anon. Go watch something better for a few hours, we'll both feel better.

#no tags here #spoiler #spoilers #negative #criticism #dead sea levels of salt #i hate it here

[rebelcthulhu]

! ✨️ If you get tagged in this, answer with ten random facts about yourself, and then tag some people. Anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog ✨️

tagged by: my dearest friend, @amethyst-serenade !! Luv you hun! 😘

1. I have three tattoos and plan to get many many more. the ones I have rn tho are a memorial to my pawpaw (he raised me so he was more like a dad.) a crystal dragon from spyro, and a feral glowing ghoul from fallout!

2. I have an autoimmune disease called crohn's. originally when I was first diagnosed they thought it was the kinda partner in crime to crohn's, which is called ulcerative colitis, but turns out I was misdiagnosed and ended up losing all but 6 inches of my large intestine. I’m all better now tho, the only real crazy side effect I have was because of the poor nutrition growing up I ended up only being 4ft 7in tall. 

3. yallternative is definitely something that could be used to describe me. I’ve lived in the south all of my life, but I’m a metal/rock head through and through and for the most part I look it. 

4. I don’t have any family anymore as all of them have either passed away or been incarcerated (shesh lighten up dude) naw but even if it does get lonely at times, I still think things happen for a reason and i’m probably wayy better off without some of them. 

5. I started writing fan fiction when I was like... 17? my first fic was a fluffy destiel piece (god do I know, no need to say it.) I kept up with it for a long time tho and really enjoyed it. that was up until about 2018 then I dropped off for awhile. I recently posted my first fic since then on tumblr and let me tell y’all I have never felt more loved and inspired to continue writing. y’all are the fucking best!

6. I really really like cooking, rather or not I’m good at it is an entirely different subject. I’m very much meat and potato based in a lot of the things I make, but I hope to learn a lot more so I can start making really cool dishes. 

7. really weird thing about me, I can’t listen to music while I’m doing something that requires a lot of thought. (ie: writing, school work, reading, etc.) I was always super jealous of people that could tho because I assumed it made things so much more entertaining. 

8. my all time favorite joke is definitely not for the faint of heart and it involves falling into a barrel of titties. idk but I could hear it a million times and still laugh my fucking ass of every single time. 

9. I repeat movie and tv quotes like my life depends on it. I will always be the first one to say ‘aint got no gas in it’ as soon as the context for it allows. my other go to is ‘ugly baby judges you!’

10. I am entirely too big of a horror/true crime nerd. especially considering IM A FUCKING PUSSY THAT CAN’T WATCH THEM BY MYSELF MOST OF THE TIME! (alright thats the end of my self callout) my all time fave horros are stir of echos and jeepers creepers. true crime wise the lost boys of bucks county, the ted bundy taps, and cold case files can GET IT!

tagging: no pressure babes its chill I swear! @mvnsonfreak , @emokid-ellie , @youaremyfamiliar , @jadeylovesmarvelxo , and @ahoysteviex !! (listen if it says 10 I will do 5, if its says 5 I will do 3, I am mentally deficient at best xD)

#ask meme #yours truly #amethyst-serenade

[hancockstan]

I posted 379 times in 2022

19 posts created (5%)

360 posts reblogged (95%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@letmebegaytodd

@commonwealthbankofmaccready

@jinglyjangly

@fallout-lou-begas

@myfalloutgals

I tagged 41 of my posts in 2022

#fallout - 7 posts

#fo4 - 7 posts

#fnv - 6 posts

#not fallout - 6 posts

#benny - 2 posts

#hysterical wheeze laugh from me - 1 post

#specifically thinking about big boy - 1 post

#but instead of caravan - 1 post

#to be clear everything is the same - 1 post

#he’s playing glads obviously - 1 post

Longest Tag: 102 characters

#i feel like if he was an older/less attractive dude villain fuckers would have still gotten him though

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Holy shit I’m really seeing people argue that Joshua Graham is a morally good person. What fucking year is this?? Getting 2012 tumblr vibes tonight folks.

16 notes - Posted June 18, 2022

#4

Fallout fan confession, I love "Jingle, Jangle, Jingle" as much as the next person but growing up around horses and working with them really makes me cringe when I see them. The song slaps but the whole spurs aesthetic is ruined for me. Like, take the time to properly train your horse! You don't need the spurs I swear! Don't want this to cause controversy in the horsing community so none of you better let this post breach fandom containment.

18 notes - Posted June 6, 2022

#3

Look what my friend gave me today

28 notes - Posted May 16, 2022

#2

I see your “don’t mistake my distaste in causing harm for an inability to do so” and raise you “don’t mistake my hard-fought self restraint for a lack of near blinding desire to hurt people who’ve earned it.”

63 notes - Posted January 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Man, I finally watched Goncharov for the first time and it’s crazy how so many spy/thriller/action movies have made obvious references to it that I never picked up before. Like that scene in Atomic Blonde with the umbrellas is just like the end of the second act when Goncharov realizes that Nickolas has betrayed him but still has to keep working with him so that his sister that runs the chop shop won’t back out of the deal with Sterling’s crew. And I only now realize what a clever twist atomic Blonde had on that scene since obviously the average person already knows the beats of Goncharov even if they never saw it, just through pop culture osmosis. So when she ultimately fails to protect Spyglass it comes as a double shock to the audience who has already seen a million parodies and references where this scene goes right for the protagonist. Also the end of the movie where Goncharov and Ivan are driving out to the middle of the wilderness and both of their actors are actually sleep deprived and suffering from carbon monoxide poisoning is more iconic the Jack Nicolson in the Shinning. Sorry not sorry.

129 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #My most popular post was the damn Goncharov joke

[buckys-metal-arm]

Alright, look. Because of the truly exorbitant amount of Bucky/Sebastian Stan content I put on this blog I'm gonna make one post re: the most recent controversy because I feel it important to do so. Just bc I like him and the character he plays in the MCU does NOT mean I think he's immune to criticism. That said, reblogs and replies are turned off because I'm saying my one piece on the matter and have been having a string of real, genuine good days recently which even on meds doesn't happen often and I don't owe a single one of you on either side of this my mental health over a subject matter I really just don't want in my head any longer than it needs to be in there tbh

Also I'm doing this in bullet points bc that makes sense in my head and also am on mobile so can't put a read more on here so I'm sorry in advance for the wall of text. Without any further ado, let's unpack this.

Full disclosure: I am a 23 year old individual who did watch the series not knowing until after that it was made without Pamela's consent, only watched it bc Seb was in it, and was only tangentially aware of who the titular characters were (like I knew Baywatch and Motley Crüe and had heard Pamela's name before but like I knew nothing about any of it). I was born like 2 years after everything with the tape in question went down and really knew nothing about the situation with it. Thats not me trying to defend anything, I'm just laying everything out ahead of what I'm about to say.

So like most people at this point I read his insta post and I personally, GENUINELY think he did write it with the best of intentions. I don't think he was trying to be outwardly malicious or drag Pamela into it or invite harassment of her or anyone tbh. And like, dude got nominated for an Emmy, odds are he probably wrote it the midst of or coming off of a lot of excitement and probably wasn't thinking clearly. God knows I wouldn't be if I was in that situation

HOWEVER

This is NOT me excusing it as "well we all say dumb shit sometimes". Because that would be bad imo. Actors are not infallible or immune to criticism just because I like them imo. I'm currently going through a similar thing with my feelings on John Mulaney but that's a rant for another day and another blog.

Like I said, I don't think his intentions were anything other than good, and that he was trying to be genuine

That said I am a firm believer in the idea the Road to Hell is paved with good intentions, and that when you are a part of that you do need to own up to it.

His tagging Pamela (and Tommy for that matter, but for different reasons) was definitely a bad move, and the post overall read as extremely tone deaf. Like. Royally so.

And I definitely think the response to it, while a little harsh in some cases, isn't undeserved. What he said was a bad take and really poorly worded, and he needs to be called out

And I do hope he addresses it and apologizes in a meaningful way and does some introspection. But also I know there is a crowd that no matter what he does they'll say it's not good enough because there always is.

And that's NOT me saying every time a celebrity apologizes and people say it's not good enough it's undeserved (if I had a nickel for every Notes App Apology™️ one has made that was DEFINITELY not enough I could pay off my student loans)

And it's a valid take, people can do what they want. I don't expect to sway anybody.

But also I dunno. I don't think he's exempt or immune from criticism because he's famous or my celebrity crush or anything like that and I do think he needs to be held accountable for what he said and needs to address the backlash

But also he is a human being and human beings fuck up sometimes.

Both of these things can be true and not cancel out the other imo.

I do think the 'if you still support him you support abusers and seb needs to be blacklisted in Hollywood' takes are a little fuckin much honestly

But also the fans who are just sweeping this under the rug and dismissing it as 'everyone hating for no reason' also need to take a long hard look at it because what he said is kinda messed up seeing as he was talking about consent and exploitation whilst profiting off of a show made without consent about a victim of exploitation is Not Great

And like. You can like someone and acknowledge that they did a shit thing. These 2 things can coexist.

But also this isn't me trying to be some faux intellectual claiming moral superiority because I'm in the gray area or anything

I'm a Literally a 23 year old barely out of college person on the internet with limited life experience who likes the MCU and majored in theatre, I'm not going to pretend I'm some final authority or expert on this

I'm just one (1) person saying I see both sides but also maybe both sides need to calm down a bit

I know I'm just a drop in the ocean of discourse and I'm fine with that

Basically tl;dr: I think what Sebastian said and that he tagged Pamela was messed up and Hope he apologizes in a meaningful way but also know that means different things to different people, I am the farthest thing from an authority figure on the situation and just decided I wanted to say at least something based on the content of my blog.

I'm never sure how to end of of these but this is the end

#sebastian stan #pam and tommy #controversy tw #this is the one post i am making on this subjecy #my replies and rbs are turned off because im not getting involved. ive said my piece and thats all youre getting #kindly respect my wishes and leave me the hell alone about it #also im a marvel sideblog with like 10 followers your anon hate will gain 0 traction if you send it 🤷‍♂️ #seb stan