#i genuinely cannot stand this discourse anymore

[scarletspider-lily]

this bullshit discourse around cishet aromantic men is driving me insane and im not aromantic or aspect in the slightest but i gotta rant. because it's just getting very ridiculous at this point, because people make assumptions about everyone and also want to twist the definition of being queer- for some reason?? 1) "well- well they dont get oppressed!! >:(" sorry, pause, why the FUCK are we making "oppression" a part being lgbtq+ ? is this some new fucking requirement?? are you people okay?? i dont give a fuck if some queer child has had the best life ever in a super inclusive area from the second they were born, i would be happy for them?? maybe you should too? listen, ive faced oppression for being bisexual, and have felt envious of those with accepting family and whatnot, but what im not going to do is discredit my fellow queer person for facing "less" or no oppression at all for their identity. crazy take, but i think the goal should be to reduce queer oppression...

and oppression is not... some fixed scale type of thing, someone was trying to say that being asked "when will you get married?" to aro people wasn't oppression. as if that is not the only thing aro people face, as if instituitions like marriage dont exist, with certain economic benefits aro people can't partake in, and social constructs making certain people seem "weird" and straight up ostracized from social groups if they choose not to partake in romance.

2) amatonormativity is a thing, look it up. i get that it may be frustrating if you are allo to accept that youve been taught a lot of stuff about romance that seems magical and all encompassing and you dont want to give it up, but no one is asking you to do that. i used to be taken aback at some things aro folks pointed out, but as ive read more, ive realized that romance is wonderful to some people but shouldnt be held up as the ultimate pedestal in society. so, romanticize romance and whatnot if you personally want to, but understand that certain social constructs may harm people, especially those who do not want relationships for whatever reason. plus, learning about amatonormativity has helped me positively go about my own relationships- platonic and otherwise! 3) im gonna piss people off with this one, but please stop with the bullshitty radfem takes about cishet men being the ultimate spawn of satan, or something. the jokes here and there were one thing, but some of you guys actually believing that most of what cishet men do is inherently evil is legitimately concerning and this doesnt do much to actually help any matters. no, the man choosing to have another hookup this week or continuing to fuck a female friend-with-benefits isnt the ultimate enemy here against women. most takes on "hookup culture" generalize a lot of people's experiences, and i know there is research backing multiple perspectives on this, but at the end of the day what needs to be realized is that you cannot stop two consenting people from doing things together. it has no impact on you, and does not have a grand impact on society. unless you have definitive proof that whatever evil man you're talking about is "using women", there's no point to what you are saying, and if there is such a man, cishet aro men still are legitimate in their identity. would you exclude gay people from the community because of gay people who do bad things? would you do that for most identities? no? what makes this so drastically different, then? dont pull the oppression argument again for the love of god anyways, i hope all the cishet aro men and aro people in general are having a nice day. you will always be a part of the lgbtq+ community. dont let anyone tell you otherwise, or discredit you for the amount of "oppression" you face, as im sure they dont know half of any struggles you have. and if you (or any queer person in general) do happen to have few struggles, im very happy for you, as that's how it should be!!

#rant #i genuinely cannot stand this discourse anymore #discourse critique #queer #aro #aromantic #arophobia #tw arophobia #scarletspider-lily #long post #btw im not aro so if i got smth wrong lmk but ya!

[callmelola111]

the whole “community” aspect of tlou tumblr has completely disappeared and it makes me very sad. my feed is just a big mess of writers throwing insults at others and trying to win the woke wars instead of posting actual content and it makes this app absolutely insufferable. i rarely even see fics anymore, likeee this is tumblr not twitter,,,

i just cannot stand the influx of negative posts. i understand that there are times when ppl should be called out about their behavior but half of the time its just blogs trying to start unnecessary discourse about shit that does not matter. and these dumb arguments being made lose all basis anyways when you try and make examples out of fan fiction (emphasis on the fiction part) you read on fucking tumblr. go conquer the sa themes in colleen hoover books or the actual porn industry and its dangers instead of random girls on the internet who aren’t authors and have little to no influence on anything or anyone. or idk maybe go donate money, go to protests or actually make a difference instead of hiding in your little corner on the internet if you genuinely want to be a good activist. must i remind you that we are all writing fan fiction about pixels and posting it on the internet,,, you are not above anyone else here so drop the superiority complex <3

#lola gossips 𖦹⭒°｡⋆ #ellie williams #ellie williams fanfic

[katzkinder]

Idk why but I headcanon lily as aro ace

Ooh, neat! You're about... The third person I know of who also has that headcanon!

Personally, I headcanon that he identifies as pan, but like... He chooses that as his label because he likes the flag colors better lmao. That's it.

I always meant to type up my headcanons for this but never got around to it, so I think now is as good a time as any?

Misono: sex positive ace. Both because I think it suits him and because I like the contrast with my headcanon of Lily, where Lily has sex related trauma that makes him have difficult feelings about being attracted to others. Misono is almost clinical? When talking about that kind of thing. It can be off putting but he genuinely just thinks the scope of human sexuality is a fascinating thing to research

Mahiru: Bisexual, like his uncle, but not particularly aware of it in that he doesn't identify as anything. He's very "yeah that person is hot" and moves on with his day. The type who goes "huh! I guess I am" if you point out he's queer

Speaking of Queer, Mikuni: uses this exclusively. He thinks it's delightful. Like yes, this is perfect, he IS a very strange and odd little man! And that's all you're getting out of him (genuinely, this is all he gives me aside from maybe some flavor of aro. Jackass)

Lawless: Disaster bi with a distinct preference for intimidating women and older men. Licht is actually out of left field for him. Not typically the type he goes for!

Speaking of Licht: Angel. No I do not know what this means anymore than you do. Figure it out.

Kuro: double demi. His attraction hinges on having close emotional bonds with somebody first and it drives him crazy 😭Like he'll just be chilling and everything will be fine and the next thing he knows he's having an epiphany that ohhh god. oh fuck. oh god oh fuck he cannot DEAL. Terrible at flirting unless he's passing it off as a joke btw

Sakuya: *smash bros announcer voice* GAY

Freya: bi lesbian but calls herself lesbian, because that's what she's always called herself and she's not changing. Completely blindsided by the whole lesbian separatist discourse. Frankly disgusted with it. The big bad butch aligned fem in the corner who stands there and intimidates anyone hassling baby queers. She's got that peasantry farmer's wife bod, which means biceps that can crack your skull if you annoy her.

Iduna: doesn't label. She likes what she likes, so there! (does anyone remember this show lol)

Jeje: He's dressed like a priest, so I think it's safe to assume he's a self hating queer. This is only half a joke.

Ildio: You know that chart that's like functional bi, distinguished bi, disaster bi? He's a secret fourth thing: Himbo bi.

Nicco: Wombo Combo of Functional and Distinguished bi.

I'd add pride pair but my read on them is Lacking due to them not really having much in terms of development...

#servamp #asks #anonymous #thanks for the ask nonny!! #kat's katerwauling #oh boy here we go #servamp kuro #mahiru shirota #mikuni alicein #servamp jeje #iduna nobel #servamp freya #servamp lawless #licht jekylland todoroki #lawlicht #niccolo carpediem #servamp ildio #snow lily #misono alicein #sakuya watanuki #wHEEZE IS THAT EVERYONE #guess my faves based on the descriptions

[the-owl-tree]

🚷 & ☢️?

🚷: Least favorite character?

i dont want anymore tom cats in this series they bring me nothing but pain. i know this might be a cop out answer but bramblestar and crowfeather are the ones who make my blood boil the most tbh you truly can be part of a plot to assassinate your leader or smack your kid and blame all your shit on the women around you then proceed to get job promotions and have people defend you. hell on earth.

almost everybody in dotc, i genuinely cannot stand gray wing and clear sky but i think anyone who has followed me knows enough about my distaste for the arc in general. one day everyone will hate it and there will be peace for me

nightheart is on a thin line because strong dislike to oh god PLEASE get killed off mainly because the discourse has been cesspool.

☢️: Worst written character?

hmmm that's tough like from a technical angle...nightheart's writing has been really bad but rootspring's entire premise is "guy who sees ghosts and is ostracized for it in group that literally worships dead cats."

maybe Moth Flight? her entire super edition was so important to get right, you needed to convince the reader why she'd believe this rule was necessary but it flopped from not being able to commit to Clear Sky as a villain and her entire reasoning?? not making any sense??? girl just ask for HELP but i've already ranted about that here

#warrior cats #wc ask game #deer rambles #i want an arc with only she-cat protagonists and i want every tom not be relevant at all

[justaghostinthesea]

Vent post. Really just here to get stuff off my chest. Read if you want but I don't recommend it.

I genuinely cannot stand to be a fan of Helluva Boss or Hazbin Hotel anymore.

The toxic portion of the fandom that harasses and attacks anyone who doesn't think exactly like them and completely eclipses the actual fans. The ones with talent and passion who are completely overlooked because so many people choose to be immature little shits and give the fandom a terrible reputation.

The antis who just pick apart every single detail of not just the show, but of every single one of the creator's actions. The ones who stir up pointless drama just because they don't like the creator, even making up controversies just for the sake of drama. Constantly harassing anyone involved with the show and creating pointless discourse among the fandom.

Vivziepop being just so infuriating. I know she has her own mental health problems, and my problem isn't really with her, but God damn it. The healthiest thing she could do is distance herself from Twitter and stop engaging with the people harassing her.

Also the fact that I've seen her do nothing to address the toxic side of her fandom. Denounce the fans who harass people, side with creators who have been harassed by those creators, do something to distance yourself from all the toxicity!

And that's not even getting into the writing of Helluva Boss, which infuriates me because I KNOW that Viv is capable of creating incredible stories! She's done it before! Ozzie's is genuinely one of the best episodes of television I've ever seen, why has the show's writing nosedived so hard!? I'm not expecting perfection, but at least have some fucking consistency!

I genuinely want to love these shows, I really do. I want to see Vivzie succeed, I want to get invested in the stories, I want to engage with the fandom. But it's all become a chore, and I've started feeling like I have to justify my love for the show, and that's killed my enjoyment.

At this point, I just want Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel to be over so that this discourse can finally, FINALLY be over. There's a part of me that wishes that it'll all just be forgotten after it's over and that everyone will move on to better things and healthier lives.

The love I had for these stories has completely burned out, and that hurts more than anything. I'll probably watch Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel after both shows have ended and the fandom has moved on, but until then, I just cannot stand to engage with any of it anymore.

[jacketpotatoo]

questions! (a bit late, but still): 1) so you like epic? What's your favorite song (and/or fan animatic) ? And why? 2) do you read fic? If so, what are your fave, like, five fics? (if possible across several different fandoms to minimize the chance I don't know it) Why? 3) you're studying englit? What's your favorite thing about that / your favorite... text? (and how long till you're finished, if you don't mind answering)

thank you and not at all! questions are always welcome

1.Fav song and or fan animatic from Epic

My Goodbye!! oh my god this song. The leitmotifs, the callbacks to Warrior of the Mind, the pure raw emotion in their voices. I love how Odysseus and Athena embody what the other loathes. Odysseus and his heart, Athena and her violence. I love the contrast between mortal and god. I love everything about it. And my favourite animatics in the fandom come from WolfytheWitch who not only perfectly conveys the themes of the songs through their art, but truly enhance them.

2.Do you read fic + your favs

I do read fic! I love fic so much, its the distilled product of the love for a piece of media/its characters and the way authors so thoroughly delve into the minds of the characters they write for, or further the themes of the story, etc is so extremely cool. Also, writing is hard (I try but i'm far too slow and far too much of a perfectionist).

Here are some of my favourites:

- beautiful and vulnerable (and power and success) by koiketto (Arcane; character study focused on Caitlyn's childhood)

- emptiness to music by spookyscaryskeletons (buttons15) (Adventure Time; study on marceline and bubblegum)

-Passerine by Blujamas, thcscus (MCYT au; about kingdoms, mortality, and found family. Disclaimer: i'm no longer in the fandom and I cannot stand dream - he's not the focus of this anyway so its easy to ignore - but this is genuinely written as well as some of my favourite novels. I'd recommend it even if you know nothing of the people because it's an au anyway and no context is needed. there's even a really good audio version on spotify)

-Uneasy Lies the Head by Hiiraeth (V_eritas) (Naruto; post-canon, Kakashi is Hokage and oh shit someone poisoned him and wants him dead. genuinely reads like part of canon.)

- Opera Posthuma by pipstrelle (The Locked Tomb; Palamedes AUs. I picked one of their fics because although I haven't read all of them yet, I've loved every one.)

I also see that you're into Marvel so you should check out my writer friend @jinxquickfoot 's stuff! I don't really go there anymore but they are really awesome and write great words 3. Fav thing about Englit, fav text i've studied, and when will I finish I love stories! I love the passion that goes into making them and I like to reciprocate and understand as much as I can. I love the study of the human condition, of how texts display how the author views society and how this in turn impacts the person reading it. I love the sprinkles of history and politics and sociology and linguistics that I get to explore when I read and study. I love how broad and applicable and fulfilling it is. Those are a lot of favourite things but I believe they're all rather interconnected. My favourite text (in my syllabus at least) might be shakespeare's much ado about nothing because of how utterly amusing it is and how much it surprised me as I read it again and again and watched the play. I didn't like it at first but shakespeare grows on you. I also really enjoyed The Handmaid's Tale because discourse surrounding the patriarchy is *very* cathartic and interesting to discuss in length, and to unravel in essays. Right now, I'm on an Emily Dickinson kick because some of her poems hit me where it hurts

I finish in 2026! I'm only starting my degree in september and I'm currently doing something that's equivalent in rank to a foundation programme, but a lot more intense

#thanks for the ask! #sorry for the incredibly long answer #jp rambles #answered

[emijyi]

i'm sad

#ive never genuinely thought about taking a social media break before but im at my limits #im so f sick of people acting like theyre experts on all things all the time and all the bad takes and discourse #can people just shut up for once #theres sl much FUCKING negetivity i cannot stand it #you follow someone thinking theyre funny and then the next second its all pansexuality is invalid #like okay who asked you? #who are you to dictate someones experineces? #and the whole bi lesbian discourse on twit #like i get it its harmful peopel shouldnt be idenitifying tjat way #but the convo is so violent and insensitive #u gotta ynderatand why someone would wanna use that label #stop just telling people they dont exist #we need to have a more thoughtful conversation #instead of all this fucking discourse #i cant take it anymore im so drained

[bokutosworld]

perfect match | miya osamu

a/n: i am so thrilled that haikyuu is back!!! can’t wait to see more of inarizaki and (excuse my bias) osamu!!!! <3 so here’s a very self-indulgent piece in celebration of their comeback haha 

pairing: miya osamu x f!reader

wc: 2.6k words of fluff and bit of angst if you squint lmfao.  

summary: in which you and osamu go in circles, walking the fine line between keeping the friendship or taking the leap in your relationship. inspired by the prompts: “It’s you, it’s always been you.”  + “Are you really gonna leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”

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'for the last time, i am telling you oyakodon cannot be better than katsudon. nothing beats a good crisp, deep-fried pork or chicken over a steaming bowl of rice,' you said, putting your lunch tray on the table with a thud and settling on the bench.

'yeah, sure. but they're basically the same thing,' he slips in the space next to you, placing his food and getting his chopsticks ready. 'they're both donburi meals, only difference is how they're prepared. what matters is they're both delicious.'

taking a spoonful of your meal, you chew fast before deciding to answer back, 'i know that.' you pause to catch your breath, earning a worried glance from osamu as if he telling you to eat slowly. 'but katsudon just ranks superior. end of discussion.'

the both of you, cooped up in your own conversation, were oblivious to the stares and smirks of your friends in the table. atsumu, deciding to be the braver among the peers, cuts through the silence. 'you know, we could hear you bickering from the queue all the way here,' a hint of tease evident in his voice and osamu smacks his twin.

suna perks up, joining the conversation, 'that's like the third discourse they had today, man. and it's only lunchtime.' the rest of the group laughs and shakes their head, as atsumu adds, 'will there ever be a day where we enjoy some peace and the two of you just quietly get along?'

you share a look with osamu who simply shrugs and continues to chomp down (albeit rather cutely) his food. your friends weren't wrong but it's not like you and the boy hated each other's guts. your close friendship with him was comfortable, so much so that the two of you would talk and argue literally about anything. but as always, there were no hard feelings in those moments of disagreements.

it's just the way it has been since the day you met the twins in middle school. they were both kind and took care of you like their little sister. but somehow, you found yourself growing more attached with the quieter twin. there was something about conversing with osamu that made you feel like you can open up to him about anything. he was smart, a good listener, a natural conversationalist that he always had something ready to answer to your quips. he would always indulge whatever topic you brought up and challenge your ideas and beliefs - the latest one being the katsudon versus oyakodon dispute.

you notice the piece of rice stuck in the corner of osamu's mouth, and you were just about to wipe it off when hikari calls out your name. your hand falls limp on your side and you turn to her, 'what's up?'

'are you free this weekend? i was supposed to set up my cousin on a blind date with my co-worker but she just informed me that she can't go. they have exams this week. so,' she purposely dragged on her words, weighing if would consider being the substitute. raising an eyebrow at her, you completed the sentence for her, 'so, you want me to go on the blind date?'

she beamed, clasping her hands together as if she was reciting a prayer. 'please! i will owe you my life, this is a one time thing, i swear! i made him a promise. you know how i hate breaking promises.'

osamu took note of the way you sighed and how your shoulders slumped at your friend's request. you were never one to say no, you always found it difficult with your kind-hearted nature. so it wasn't a surprise to him when you turned and asked, 'we don't have anything planned for this weekend, right?'

truthfully, osamu wanted to say that you did have some sort of hangout planned. he didn't know why he was finding it hard to say no right now, so he was relieved when his brother spoke. 'you should be free, y/n,' swinging his arm around his twin's shoulders, atsumu looked at him and smirked. 'besides, we have a practice match this weekend. we wouldn't be able to do the usual hangout 'til after 6pm.'

this made you exclaim, 'great! you can give that guy my number then!' hikari proceeded to tell you the details - it was happening on saturday. she already arranged for the meetup time and place to be 10 am at the subway station near the park.

as hikari continued to talk to you about your date, osamu couldn't help but listen in on the conversation and take note of the details. he didn't miss the way your eyes lit up at the mention of your date's name - taichi - to which you remarked that it was 'a handsome name.' osamu rolled his eyes at that. lost in his own thoughts and conflicted feelings about your blind date, he wasn't able to control his facial reactions anymore - a slight look of envy and disappointment ghosting over his features and atsumu was enjoying every bit of it.

weekend arrived and to say that you were excited for the blind date was an understatement. you were looking forward to it, the evidence seen in the way you have prepared your outfit (with the help of osamu who you video called last night). as your closest friend, osamu tried his best to be thrilled and happy for you. he knew you have been wanting to experience a first date for a while now. but a feeling was gnawing at him, a feeling that wishes it was him who was taking you out on that weekend. nonetheless, he gave you a pep talk and reminded you to just have fun and be yourself.

so here you are now, standing in the middle of the station and waiting for your date. it wasn't as crowded as you thought it would be so you kept an eye out for taichi. he texted you just before you left, informing that he would be wearing a denim jeans and black jacket. keeping your eyes peeled for a person who fit that description, you see a shadow of a person jogging across the station and a voice calls out your name.

'y/n!!!!' you spot taichi running over to you, he crouches to try to catch his breath when he reaches you. when he's calmed down, he immediately apologizes, 'i am so sorry. have you been waiting long?' you assure him that it's fine and after a few minutes of back-and-forths of apologies and assurances, you two go on your way to your first stop: brunch.

taichi was indeed as handsome as his name initially suggests. he's got a boyish charm to him, and it would be a lie to say he wasn't drawing you in. all throughout the brunch, he proved to be someone who can keep a conversation with you. it was one of your worries that your date would find you boring, but osamu told you would do fine. thankfully, taichi could hold his ground with you, very much like your best friend who can immediately answer your witty quips with his own humorous comebacks. in your mind, the two boys were very much like and you couldn't wait to tell this to osamu.

after eating, he brought you to an aquarium. your genuine excitement made taichi smile as he shared that it was worth an effort asking hikari what you wanted if he could see you exude so much happiness. you made a face and hit him, 'i didn't know you were cheesy. thank you.' he then led you two inside and spent the rest of the afternoon wandering around the huge aquarium, in awe of the different fishes and feeling if you were lost in the underwater.

but all good things come to an end. by the time your date ended, it was already 6:33 pm. though it was still early, you had a curfew of 8 pm and taichi offered to accompany you home.

dropping you off at the front gate, he looked at you, hopeful, 'i had a really fun time today. hikari did great by setting me and you up together.' you laughed at this, admitting you've almost forgotten that this was a blind date, 'it's like i've known you forever!' despite the surroundings being dark already, you didn't miss the movement of a shadow just a few blocks away. you had a hunch as to what or who it was, and you couldn't wait to expose them.

'well, i don't want to keep you out any longer,' taichi began saying his goodbye. 'i'll text you when i get home. we should do this again.' your attention was brought back to the boy in front of you and you chuckled, 'don't be a stranger! just text or call me anytime, okay?' taichi began walking back to the main street, and he waved as you shouted your last farewell, 'be careful on the way home.'

when he finally turned to the street, you cleared your throat and called, 'you can come out of your hiding spot now, dumbass.' the person you were referring to sheepishly moved where the light can cast over him, revealing, 'osamu.' he could see the way your eyes glinted with a hint of mischief and he knew he wouldn't be able to escape your interrogation.

you ran up to him and tackled him, poking his sides which made him fall into a fit of laughter. he took your hands to make you stop, 'stop that.'

'how long have you been hiding out there,' you ask osamu. it wasn't impossible to miss the tinge of blush on his cheeks, your question obviously caught him off guard. 'well, osamu? are you gonna answer me or are you just going to keep staring into space?' you wave your hands in front of him, but he quickly gets hold of them and laces his fingers with yours. it was a usual gesture between the two of you, but right now, why did it feel so intimate?

after moments of silence, he speaks up, 'did you have fun on your date?' his eyes boring right into your soul and you swore your heart started beating faster. for some reason, you couldn't answer right away, your voice somehow betraying you at that moment. 'it.. it was nice.'

osamu continued to stare intently, waiting for you to finish. so you went on, 'they're a good person. he's very funny, you'd like him too, you know! he surprised me by taking me to the aquarium,' at this point, you were rambling just to avoid the awkward silence. 'it was so big, osamu! you'd like it there too. and then -'

'will you take me there with you?' now your heart was threatening to beat out of the chest. osamu was rarely serious with you, and right now, you could feel that he wants to say more but he's restraining himself.

you already had an idea of what he was trying to say. the butterflies in your stomach was starting to go wild at the thought. but you wanted to hear it from your best friend himself, so you feigned ignorance, 'what do you mean, osamu?'

the grip on your hands tightens and he pulls you a little closer to him. osamu wants to say that he wishes it was him who saw your smile in the aquarium, who you talked with nonstop in the cafe, who you exchanged stories and laughter with throughout the day. he wants to say that it should have been him who took you out on your first date. all these emotions and words were too much for him, so he takes a deep breath and rests his head on your shoulders instead. perplexed at his actions, you immediately wrap your arms around his waist. 'osamu? are you okay?'

'yeah, let me just stay like this for few minutes.' he buries himself deeper in the crook of your neck, getting lost in your familiar, comforting scent. he knows why he was acting like this and he was screwed. he loves you, but he doesn't want to risk ruining the friendship you have built. after a while, he stands up straight, shooting you his signature smile and ruffles your hair.

'thanks, i was just really tired from the practice match. i guess i missed our number one cheerleader.' he steps away and begins to walk home, but he doesn't get too far when you shout, 'are you really gonna leave without asking me the question you've been dying to ask me?'

he stops in his tracks. this time, you close the distance and he feels your presence behind him. 'come on, osamu. no secrets, right?' at this, his resolve breaks and a dam opens, his unrequited feelings for you finally flowing out in the open. osamu turns around and engulfs you in a warm embrace, and you just know.

'if you wanted to ask me out, you could have just asked me you know,' you tease him. flustered at you what just said, he looks at quizzically, 'how...'

'you're not very subtle, osamu. and the stunt you just pulled tonight basically confirmed you like me too,' you hope he caught your words at the end. because honestly, while being best friends with him has been the best thing to happen in your life. you've always wondered what it feels like to take the next step in your relationship with him.

it takes him a while to register your remarks and when the realization sets, he finally asks, 'since when?' the question was vague, but you knew what he was referring to if the hopeful look in his eyes was anything to go by. so you take a courageous leap, finally crossing that bridge to move to something more. you caress his cheeks, osamu leaning close to the warmth of your hands, 'it's you, osamu. it's always been you.'

he finally closes the gap, bringing your body to his in a tight hug, as if he was afraid to let you go. you stay like that for a few minutes, the passersby cooing at the 'lovely couple' on the street. he pulls away for a quick second, then all of a sudden, he was leaning in. your eyes instinctively shut, waiting for that sensation on your lips, but instead you feel him press a tender kiss on your forehead. he was always a man of few words and through his actions, you know that everything will never be the same again, but it was the kind of change that you have always hoped for.

so when you two go to school the following week, holding hands and finally not bickering in the morning, everyone in your friend group was dumbfounded. again, his twin was the only one brave enough to point out the difference, 'took you guys long enough. congrats, osamu! i knew you had it in you!'

hikari wanted to ask you about taichi, but after the date, the boy has already his expressed gratitude and shared how he felt that your thoughts were occupied by someone. and certainly, looking at you and osamu now - sitting by each other's side in peace and in your own love bubble - it seemed that you have already found your perfect match.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuucreations #osamu x reader #miya osamu x reader #haikyuu fics #haikyuu x you #osamu fluff #osamu scenarios #osamu drabbles #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu miya osamu #I AM LAUGHING AT MYSELF ONCE AGAIN #THIS PIECE GOT SO LONG I PLANNED THIS TO BE JUST AROUND 1.5K

[lovequinn]

Just asking, how can you be a proponent of 'call out your faves' but then reblog Layne Morgan's bullshit excuses?

i am, without a doubt and as we've all seen, someone who will run headfirst into discourse over issues i am passionate about and call people out when they're accused of doing something wrong. but i do have a good head on my shoulders and can tell the difference between these situations.

none of the things being thrown at layne right now are legitimate accusations of anything wrong. they're screenshots of single tweets purposely removed from their larger threads to take them out of context and make them look harmful. the actual discussions in question were about 1) educating other white people on how we all benefit from white privilege and need to unlearn inherent harmful biases from a racist society (which is an important thing to acknowledge and if we shouldn't anymore someone let me know), and 2) fighting with a literal well-known violent terf (which??? why are people taking issue with that hello???). she has displayed time and again that she is open and willing to have a conversation about any issues people may have with those larger conversations, and if someone is hurt by those i encourage you to point out why or reach out to her. your feelings are valid if you've been hurt by something, but repeatedly reposting isolated screenshots in an attempt to slander her/get her fired and refusing to acknowledge the context is harmful and not getting anybody anywhere. at all.

i also want to acknowledge that layne is not my "fave," she's been a valued friend of mine for several years now. i cannot and will not say that makes her incapable of saying or doing harmful things, because you're right, i stand by that everyone should be held accountable for their actions no matter how well you know them (be they someone you stan or someone you know personally) and i have held my friends accountable for such before. however, i know her well enough to know that the apologies and explanations she offers are genuine and her willingness to learn/have conversations on how to do better is evident, both in public and in private. i will never tell someone they aren't allowed to be hurt by something someone said, and to ask for an explanation from that person. but threats and attacks towards someone i love over something they are really trying to explain and rectify, when no one will listen or acknowledge how the situation has purposely been painted against her, is absolutely something i will step in and say something about. that isn't accountability.

#i answered this as best i could #without overstepping #q gets an a

[violentinblack]

Hello been pondering about whether or not I should post this since I haven't been vocal about it but I think my mutuals/tumblr friends/followers deserve to know and decide if they're okay with it:

I do not participate in fandom discourse/shipping discourse/whatever it's called and I never will. The reason for it being: I cannot agree with either side. I am on Twitter, too, and I see how the discourse there looks like; I don't want to participate in it.

(Warning: mentions of p*dophilia and inc*st in the upcoming text)

To clarify: I only believe in consuming media with a critical eye. The claim that fiction doesn't affect reality in any way, something that proshippers love to use in their argument, is baseless and untrue, especially concerning teens and minors who have not entirely developed a critical thinking ability. I can't support the way horrifying themes like inc*st and p*dophilia are seen in, or perpetuated in, a positive likeness and considered as completely harmless in every single way, and no, I will never support such content nor want to come anywhere close to it.

However, I do not agree with the opposing side, either. As already mentioned, I spent a certain time on Twitter; I have seen what the shipping discourse has turned into. Something that started as a critical debate on harmful propaganda, evicting offenders from fandom presence and importance of consuming media carefully has turned into driving young people to suicide over baseless claims, free harassment, and complete disregard of the fact that internet users are, in fact, human beings. The way accusations over the internet had been watered down to the point where half the people don't take them seriously anymore because they're not used properly is scary. It's worrying. It's weird. It's so little about the genuine harmful themes (re:aforementioned) anymore: now exploring anything that isn't goody-two-shoes mentality in fiction is a ticket to being harassed. It's turning into another "video games cause violence" where, instead of focusing on how harmful themes in fiction can be used to endanger people, the battle is turning towards anything bad ever portrayed in media.

My point being: the extremes through which this discourse has escalated are sickening and I, for one, will not take any of my time to participate in it.

Be careful in fandoms. Large internet spaces allow horrible and harmful people to get through to their victims, oftentimes using so-called "fictional content that doesn't harm anyone" to do it. I know. I was manipulated myself.

On the other hand, if you are an adult person who believes people cannot consume media without turning into a glorifier of every dark fictional theme irl, then the media simply is not for you. A person with developed critical thinking can, and should, explore fiction without mixing it up with reality. (Again, I don't agree that themes such as inc*st and p*dophilia fall under this category). Young teens and minors do not have said way of thinking developed yet: so TAG. YOUR. DAMN. WORKS. Tagging is important. It saves people from being harmed by content they don't wish to see.

Sorry for the long post, I was thinking about this and felt like I wanted to say my point on it; after all, I've been more active on tumblr lately, enjoying the company of my mutuals and I want anyone who follows this blog to know where I stand with this. At the end, I hope for my point to be respected, I see harm in both of these mentalities and don't wish to be a part of either of them or this discourse at all. If you want to know where I stand on human rights, equality, danger of propaganda and anti-bigotry, feel free to take a look at my blog, everything is there to see and I hope to never arrive in a situation where I need to explain what I think about fandom discourse, because this is the only post about it I'm ever going to make.

#fandom discourse #shipping discourse

[nakunakunomi]

Congrats on 300! Can I request 36 for Sanji please? Have a lovely day

Okay! So this one was a bit of a challenge, obviously to keep it SFW, since I don’t do the sinful things, and then I nearly made it super angsty, but worry not! It is still a fluffy wholesome little scenario! I really liked writing this? I know I say that often, but this one especially, just really worked in my head somehow even though I dove in without a battle plan? I hope you like this love! 

Cliché with bae event - prompt #36: Friends with benefits and both people catching feelings. Character: Sanji - Word Count: 1.6k  Obvious warning for suggestive themes, but nothing explicit.

With more than benefits - Sanji x Reader 

How did this happen? Why did you ever let it come so far? You had no idea. You always thought you were good at controlling emotions. Cancel them out when necessary, in the battlefield, and in between the sheets. Turns out, it was harder than it seemed and your overconfidence in managing it had finally turned around to bite you back in the ass. You had no idea what you were going to do.

It had all started out as simple tension. Sanji would swoon over you, like he would over any lady that he met, but you had actually given in a little more than the average woman he’d meet. and thus the admiration turned into some playful flirting, and turned into some actual serious flirting whenever it was just the two of you alone. 

It was all fun and games, and mostly physical attraction, and from the very first kiss on you had decided that it would never be something more than that. You had code words, and pretty specific rules and times where you’d get together. All to ensure this never got out to the rest of the crew, no strings attached, just a way to relieve some stress and get taken care of some of your more primeval needs. It was amazing. It was perfect. You both seemed satisfied. 

Then why were you feeling worse every time he left the room so you could shower and he could go smoke a cigarette? It’s not like aftercare was nonexistent, he was ever the gentleman with you, but you were craving more and more actual intimacy lately, even at times you weren’t even hooking up. 

You wanted to hold hands as you walked around an island in search for supplies for the sunny. You wanted to watch him cook, very well knowing that he wanted to focus, and still suppress the urge to wrap your arms around him from behind, and inhale the scent of his cologne -he always smelled so nice-. You wanted to run your fingers through his soft blonde locks at a tender moment. You wanted him to stay, share the bed for the night and not just for a moment. 

You realized you had fallen hard and you absolutely hated it. It was an agreement. No strings attached, and yet here you were, attaching all the possible strings you could, wanting to entangle him in them and never let him go. But that was not how it was meant to be. You felt like you were disrespecting him just by feeling this way. There seemed to be only one plausible option: breaking it off, before it became worse. You didn’t want to lie to him or yourself. 

So the next night he knocked on your door, hungry lips immediately clashing with yours the moment you opened it, you gently placed your hands on his chest and pushed him away. He responded by pulling away immediately, some concern in his eyes. 

“I’m sorry, are you not in the mood today?” his question wasn’t accusing, just him genuinely trying to figure out where the sudden rejection came from. He would never overstep your boundaries, even with all the things you’d done with him already. It squeezed your heart in the worst possible way, and you felt tears well up before you could even say something. 

You closed your eyes, taking a few breaths, gathering your thoughts. You had practiced before what you wanted to say, but now he was standing before you like that, it was suddenly harder to get those carefully practiced lines over your lips, and instead you really just wanted to kiss him again. But it wouldn’t be fair. 

The room was dimly lit by only a lamp on your nightstand but Sanji could easily see your eyes sparkling with tears instead of the mischievous glint they usually had during these encounters. You had yet to say something, and he was getting worried, sliding his hands from your shoulders towards your hands, and carefully holding them in his, firmly enough to reassure you, but loosely enough so that you could pull away in case you weren’t comfortable with that either. 

You sniffed loudly, stepping forward, making him release your hands, and wrapping your arms around him tightly. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, rubbing soothing circles over your back as he felt you shake with your sobs. You felt so ashamed, this was the worst possible scenario you had in mind to break the news to him. 

“Y/n, whatever is on your mind. You can talk to me about it. I know our ‘agreement’ states we’re nothing more than friends, but I am still your friend. If I can do anything to help, you have to let me know.” The way he spoke was soft, non-accusatory, and you felt his heartfelt concern. It only made your sobs worse. He gently shuffled the both of you to the bed, so you could at least sit down, handing you a handkerchief the moment you felt okay enough to let go of him. 

“I can’t do this anymore Sanji”, you choked out in between sobs. You figured you weren’t going to stop crying for a good while, so might as well just get it all out. You didn’t want him to offer you comfort for getting rid of him. You rubbed your knees with your hands nervously, clutching the handkerchief and looking down. It was all too overwhelming. “I thought I could do it, but it is just too much. I’m sorry for lying, I am sorry for leading you on. I just.. can’t.” 

There was no immediate reaction on his face, he seemed to be thinking about your words. You barely dared looking up. Was he angry? Was he sad? Disappointed? All of them? Probably all, and it was your fault because you just couldn’t keep your feelings out of the way for this one thing. He took a deep breath, and created some physical distance between the two of you, again, a gesture to make you feel comfortable and again, it broke your heart. 

“Do you want me to leave?” his voice sounded oddly strained, and you now knew you had effectively hurt his feelings. You were so mad, this whole ordeal was not to get feelings involved to avoid situations like this. “No, I mean, yes, I guess. If I am entirely honest…”, you took a deep breath, wiping some tears away, “I have to be honest. I just need to get this off my chest. Think of me as you want, I know I am breaking the deal, but I don’t think I’ll be able to live with myself if I don’t tell you why.” 

He moved off the bed, sat down in front of you on the floor, looked you straight in the eyes. “You can be honest with me, y/n” It was enough to make tears well up again,as you choked out the rest of your sentences, the so well thought out discourse you had made up in your mind completely abandoned. 

“I…. I love you Sanji. It’s not like I don’t want to do this, it’s just that I want so much more than this and it’s not fair to ask that from you. I don’t want meaningless sex, don’t get me wrong, it’s been beyond amazing, you’ve been beyond amazing, but I want all of you and I cannot ask that of you. So, I think it is better to just.. stop, you know. Just quit before it will hurt too much.” 

It was a waterfall of words, and there was not even half of what you wanted to say in there, but you could barely make it there before you were full on sobbing into your hands again. You heard him move again, and then felt the bed dip right next to you before he very carefully wrapped an arm around you, inviting you to cry out on his shoulder again. Overwhelmed by emotions, you did so. 

When your sobs died down again, you lifted your head from his shirt, apologizing for making it all wet and crinkled. He chuckled softly and rubbed some of the wetness of your cheeks away with his thumbs. “Y/n… it truly hurts me to see you like this. Have you been struggling with this for long?” You weakly nodded in response. “I … just didn’t want to disappoint you.” “Oh, my beautiful y/n, you would never be able to disappoint me.” He smiled a little, carefully tilting up your chin so you would look at him. 

“Y/n. I’ve loved you for so long now. I just didn’t want to impose on you. We set these boundaries, and I didn’t want to cross them. Of course, if you wanted this to be nothing more, I will leave right away. But.. I can stay if you want.” You were not sure if your ears were betraying you. Did he really say that. “Are you serious?” “I would not lie to you, especially not about something like this. It was never just about your body for me.” 

You leaned forward again, pushing your lips against his, a kiss so much different than the one you had shared a little while earlier. The hunger and pure passion had been replaced by a mixture of emotions neither of you were able to express through words, so you poured them into this kiss, hoping the other would understand. He closed the physical distance between the two of you even more, making it as comfortable as possible without you having to crane your neck too far from the position you were in on the bed. 

You broke away for air and hugged him close, resting your head on his shoulder again. He held you close as well, and this felt so much more intimate than all the things you had ever done before. “I love you y/n” “Please stay.”

#one piece #sanji #sanji x reader #sanji vinsmoke #sanji vinsmoke x reader #black leg sanji #black leg sanji x reader #one piece scenario #one piece imagine #one piece x reader #reader insert #request #300 followers event #cliche with bae #burnthoneymint

[positivityforlesbians]

Comphet is not a term invented for lesbians. It's a term made by straight and bi women who wanted to be able to call themselves lesbians. The comphet document that you share info from also says that lesbians can enjoy sleeping with men, that transwomen can suffer from "comphet" and that women who have felt past attraction to men can be lesbians if they don't feel attracted to them anymore.

That’s only your opinion on it. One concept may be found at a certain point in time, by a certain person who didn’t totally understand the phenomenon correctly, and still apply and ring true to those actually experiencing it. I don’t believe for a second that a straight woman can really believe she’s a lesbian (and therefore invent the term “compulsory heterosexuality”), she would know she has no attraction to women, she has to be at least bisexual. No woman who called herself, for example, a “political lesbian”, was straight and I stand by these words. When straight attraction was and still is pushed so much on us, seen as the normality, there was no reason for a woman in the 70s (when the concept of compulsory heterosexuality was born, if I remember well) to force same-sex attraction on herself, no reason. It’s not possible to force actual same-sex attraction on ourselves.

For the rest I have said before that this document has its flaws and that indeed trans women cannot experience comphet, simply because for them attraction to women is pushed on them as little boys, it’s their norm, the straight norm. Apart from that it doesn’t say that lesbians can enjoy sex with men (we don’t) or that lesbians genuinely experienced sexual/emotional attraction to men in the past, it’s more nuanced than that. I’m a lesbian and I thought I was attracted to some guys when I was a young girl, because the sexual part wasn’t crossing my mind at all, because this was expected of me and I forced a (straight) crush on myself, to be like the other girls, picking the least terrible guy and focusing on him, waiting for the moment I would genuinely feel something for a boy, meaning wanting to be intimate with one, and that never happened.

The contrast between how I felt about boys (bored, not invested, no desire of romance/sex) and how I felt about girls (always invested, good, right, real) was enormous, and that period of time when we are trying to figure ourselves out, as teens/young ppl, is influenced by our heteronormative society. If it wasn’t we would know right away that we’re gay, and we wouldn’t have to waste our time, to sometimes even feel very lost. Mistaking that with having genuine attraction for men, mistaking having sex with a boyfriend at 16 when we are scared of ourselves, of our actual sexual orientation, with somehow being bi, is a huge mistake. You’re trying to create discourse here when it isn’t requested. I never had sex with a man and I’m really happy about that, as I’m a lesbian and this is the dream scenario of every lesbian, but compulsory heterosexuality and internalised homophobia are still things that delay our own realisation that we’re lesbians. I wish it wasn’t the case but it is.

#anonymous #my answers #lesbian safe #compulsory heterosexuality #internalized lesbophobia #young lesbians

[the-resurrection-3d]

2, 4, 6, 8, 12, 15, 20

I've only posted 7 total fics this year, 5 if you discount works that are obviously stitched-together drafts from over a year ago. So I'm only considering the 5 actually-written-this-year-no-bullshit fics for these questions. 

2. Least favorite fic you wrote this year

The Degenerate, next.

4. # of words written this year

Ao3 says 61, 610 words, but we both know that that’s unreliable. The actual number, including only things I actually wrote this year, is 15,051 for fanfic. In 2018, I keep pretty close tabs on my writing, so I know I produced over 100,000 words even if not all of it was published. For 2019, adjusted to include mislabeled fics, I published 103,914 words. 

So the drop-off is pretty severe. Even if you include unpublished fic, that 15k is at most going up by a few thousand words, 5k at the very most. The slack has most been picked up by original fic -- I broke 10k today on my mermaid fic! c: 

6. Least popular fic this year

ETF part two / sing your sorries to a bug filled ear is the actual answer, but again, discounted for being actually written in 2019. So the new answer is, again, The Degenerate. I’m shocked. This is my shocked face. 

8. Favorite character you wrote this year?

Probably absolutely feral, Mr. Lahey-infused Will Graham in “citrus.”  Second would have to be the Warner Siblings in “it could be worse” because I was so happy to work with such nostalgic characters in the context of “darkfic discourse on twitter that resulted in the show’s creator falsely admitting to leaving a flame on a fic from 2007.” But there were definitely limits on how far I could push their humor without just BEING another darkfic. I had far more freedom with the Hannibal characters, and it shows. 

12. Current # of WIPs

For fic, technically I have one in “here stands the spring whom you have stained with mud,” but no one seems particularly interested, so I’m definitely not pressuring myself to start up on it again. Everything else is either original fic or fanfic I’m pulling to file the serial numbers off, as the kids say. 

Between academic and original writing, I’d say I have -- hmm -- 4 WIPs: two essays in the final stages of revision, an original version of “but I am home,” and now my mermaid fic. 

15. Favorite fic author you read this year

Who the fuck has the time or emotional energy for fanfiction anymore. I mean obviously plenty of people do, I just cannot relate anymore. If we’re going by the strictly Tosenberger definition of “derivative but not traditionally published” my favorite author would have to be between you, Gaby, Holly, and any other friend I read for this year. I’m not picking that, in part because I barely remember reading any fic this year. 

I’m genuinely so tired of trying to find a fanfiction that’s a) within my fandoms and b) something I would actually like. Those two circles are further away from each other than the farthest star in the sky and the bottom of the Mariana Trench. 

If we go by the broader definition of “anything derivative,” then my favorite fanfic author is Carmen Maria Machado. 

20. Favorite fandom to read fic from this year

lmao 

[3milesup]

I know you’ve shared the song-fic prompt with your other account, but I want something BoB related, so here I am^^ I’d like to know, what you would make of the song Ruby Lee by Bill Withers and David Webster (can be webgott, but doesn’t have to (; )

Aaahh, my dear, thank you so, so much!! I admit I didn’t know the song but I love it and this was pretty delightful to write!

Webgott it is :D although, if it turned out to be more about Joe than David, somehow, I am sorry! XD and I don’t know if it’s any good, really, they are damn hard to write! Oo But anyways, I tried to deliver^^

Of one night, one desire, three thousand miles and a few more barriers in between.

Staring at shadows on the wall

Wish I knew of someone I could call

Someone who might understand it all

 He had never thought that, of all people, he would come to miss Joe Liebgott the most. The simple yet so complex, snarky, stubborn illiterate with more fight in him than could fit in his skinny body, with a dark edge to his humour and to his views on life and war, so unlike all David had ever known and believed… Yet, he would trust him with his whole existence anyday, and feel safe.

Sometimes, he felt the urge to call him. Then he realized he had no idea what to say. What about his life could possibly be interesting to a Frisco cabbie? People he’s surrounded by that don’t understand, cannot understand, because they never left their homes, the worst way the war has touched them was the rationing they both lamented about and made it their martyrdom, as though the price for freedom and peace in the world was them drinking half as much coffee as normal, they bought a war bond and made it sound like they singlehandedly took out half of the Wehrmacht… Or those stupid books that are just words and words, heaps of splendid words that don’t mean a thing, and he can’t see the purpose anymore? He didn’t feel like complaining about the hardships of literature studies to a man with two jobs to make ends meet.

He wanted to know how Joe’s life had turned out, how he was coping, but he knew, if he asked, he was going to get showered in deflection and biting sarcasm he really could go without.

Still, he missed Liebgott to deep, dull ache in ribcage. The smirk that ever so seldom turned one shade warmer and formed a true smile to die for. Horseshoe arch of fringe that David sometimes wanted to brush back just to run his fingers through that softness for a moment. Unreadably dark eyes, piercing and spellbinding, always fiery with some inner turmoil.

He’s so beautiful.

David took a deep, steadying breath, startled by the intensity of his thought more than anything else. He literally felt a tingle running through his body, watering his mouth, tightening the throat, clenching his chest and… God, Web, breathe, in and out… and then further down the thighs to the toes. He squeezed his eyes. Cold, pale marble beauty, incandescent flame within, it was all he could see, all he could think of and yearn for… He rolled over and embraced the pillow.

Lieb… If only I knew you are doing fine, that you sleep at nights and look forward to each new day, that you have plenty of reasons to laugh and someone whose heart swells at the sight…

That you haven’t lost the last broken remnants of innocence that day.

 Shadows travelling down his walls announced the break of dawn and he felt sick at the thought of lectures, musty smell and suffocating silence of the library, with not a soul to talk to about it, to help him figure out how he could go from loving something with utmost devotion all his life to resenting it, and what to do with it now.

Maybe he would listen, even just for a while…

One thing he knew for a fact, however hard their monotonous professor would try to engage him in a discourse analysis, all he was going to think of this whole cursed day was the luscious curve of red lips made to be kissed numb and his desperate mantra – the Northern California dialing code.

  Someone’s lying with me in my bed

Some stranger who don’t understand my head

Wish it was you lying here instead

 He had never thought that, of all people, he would come to miss David Webster the most. The pretentious know-it-all, always wide-eyed and agape like a child in wonder, Christ, how Joe itched to punch that stupid mouth half of the time – the other half, when he wasn’t itching to shut it in another way… He’d never let the fleeting thought take a concrete shape: that of a soft touch, a breathless gasp, speechless awe in those large, deep, blue, ocean-like eyes.

Never until now.

He groped in the drawer of the nightstand for the smokes and a smudged saucer that had been abducted from its fellow dishes to keep Joe company in forlorn hours of darkness. What with driving the cab in the morning and till late night and working in the barber shop in between, he should have used the few free hours to get some rest, but he knew he wouldn’t fall asleep.

Not with all the dirty pictures that his mind, in its lovesickness, decided to paint him. They mostly involved certain parted lips quivering with pleasure, strong arms wrapped around Joe keeping him grounded, connected… He ran his palm over the front of his boxers, shivered, biting at the cigarette filter, and grabbed a handful of bedsheet, instead. He didn’t really want to come, which was highly unusual. His only reason for sex were frustration and need for release. This, whatever it was, felt different, and he wanted that spine-tingling tension to last.

He took a deep draw and exhaled with a sound close to a quiet moan. Silhouette underneath the blanket shifted by his side. Poor thing was used to sleeping in the smoke-heavy air, not that she had much choice, after all…

Absorbed in his fantasies, he forgot to flick the cigarette. Ashes dropped on the bedding; he brushed them off, cursing under his breath, and glared at the dark smears. Some good old bitching heading his way, come morning…

Suddenly, it sadly occurred to him he would never know what Webster might have to say on smoking in bed. He was quite sure it would be worth an exasperated eyeroll, a half-hearted “Jesus, Web, really…” and an ostentatious tasty drag (blowing smoke in his face before pressing their mouths together, because damn, they would be at it every night, Joe was sure of that as well). Something was also telling him David wouldn’t further whine about it or try to get him to ditch it, and maybe, in return, Joe would do it less often. Just cause. Web would deserve that much for not being a dick.

He caught himself smiling.

He was fond of her in a way, yes. Yes, she annoyed him. But it wasn’t that kind of fond annoyance he only felt around Webster.

It was a special bond - despite the rift between them, deepened by the month in that freezing hell, which made all their contrasts stand out even more. Still, for better or worse, Web was there: under Sobel’s reign of terror, all the way from England to Holland.

He was at Landsberg. He saw it all, he saw Joe Liebgott fall to pieces.

Joe didn’t remember much detail from that day, it was all one hallucinatory blur he refused to believe was real at the time, though the knot in his guts and reek burning in his nose long after he’d left that nightmare of a place were very much proving him wrong… But one thing he could clearly recall were those unreal eyes watching him with genuine pain that surprisingly didn’t irk him up, didn’t feel like pity or concern.

He held that gaze for a few moments, a part of him wanted to reach out and meet him halfway, but he didn’t know how, couldn’t find a single word that would have any weight, and Webster just turned away.

 He stubbed the cigarette butt out on enamel saucer and lit a new one.

 David was there, saw the worst of him. And he never reported, never asked more specifically about that shady order, never brought it up again. Although he disagreed, because of course he had to disagree, Joe felt that he understood, deep down. He’d heard about Webster holding the German baker at gunpoint – on a better day the image would have made him chuckle. So even he had a hard edge, underneath all those polished looks and speech and manners; he was however fighting a war, and they were on the same side: Web on his high horse, Liebgott in the dust and mud, but still, on the same side of hatred.

Now, he wished they were on the same side of love, too.

#band of brothers fanfic #webgott #my fic

[qqueenofhades]

I love the term militant idealism from your last post. I wonder how you think about the ongoing removal of names on buildings and statues as Americans become woke about eugenics, systemic racism and sexism, and other fuck ups across white American history?

A couple years ago in August 2017, at the height of the furor over removing Confederate statues/imagery from public places, and after the Charlottesville white supremacist riots, I wrote this post in response to a similar question. It outlined extensively what the rationale for the “we should preserve history and keep those statues up!!!” defense is (i.e. racism and systematic amnesia). My position hasn’t changed much, and I think it demonstrates the depths of white fragility in this country and the utter inability of white Americans to think about what their history really consists of and what the construction of this geopolity has entailed, apart from all the fuzzy feel-good stuff and giant flags and slogans about Freedum!! and so forth. We… we realize that we live in a hyper-capitalist fasciso-patriotic militarized nightmare land, right? The giant flags and flyovers and the fact that the entire month of November in the National Football League is now “Salute to Service,” after they couldn’t stand one black man taking a knee for the national anthem? Where coaches wear camo on the sidelines and everyone acts like they actually give a crap about veterans aside from their use as convenient propaganda? We… we know this isn’t normal, right?

See, I do think there is a useful application and a genuine need for militant idealism. It just isn’t in throwing slogans or personal attacks at each other on the Twitter echo chamber, or any argument at all on social media about politics, culture, entertainment, fictional ships, etc. Most people picking fights on social media really aren’t doing a whole fuck of a lot of anything useful in the real world. The internet has brought a lot of use into our lives, and indeed we cannot function without it, which is a little terrifying (turn off the internet for 24 hours across the entire world and welp, nice knowing you civilization). But it’s also morphed into a giant, ravenous beast that you really, really have to approach with caution in a whole different way from the “oh no you might meet a pedophile” panics of the 90s. (And I mean, there are still trash men everywhere, so it’s just with extra Terrible now. Winning?) You are not going to change this overwhelming, violent, omnipresent system by holding hands, playing nice, and singing Kumbaya. Sometimes, a little violence and militancy is needed in return. You need to stand up and play hard and not back down. And since the general liberal ethos is that “violence is always bad!!!/if you use violence you’re Just As Bad As Them!!!”, that is cut off and stigmatized in the name of social order.

The thing is, this is the first time in American history that there has been even any kind of visible and sustained public debate on whether these things that we’ve just all gone with for so long are actually acceptable. That’s why we have “OK Boomer” and similar movements, because young people are taking a long hard look at what they’ve been left with and are understandably being like are you fucking kidding me. But as I have also been discussing, a certain subset of young people are also extremely insistent on having the Right Opinion and Only The Right Opinion, and that demonstrating any uncertainty or looking like they’re not sufficiently Woke is Unacceptable. This is why I can never get students to talk in class. They have been raised in a culture where they will be mercilessly punished for being Wrong, and it’s hard to conceptualize a space, i.e. a university classroom, where you’re allowed to start at zero and work your way up with dialogue and engagement. That just isn’t how it works anymore, and frankly, we have to blame social media for a lot of it. Especially when combined with CEOs (why yes, I am looking at you, Twitter not banning Nazis and just all of Mark Zuckerberg) who are more willing to cater to the alt-right in the name of “freedom” than to enforce any kind of standards for public discourse or try to tell 21st-century Americans that they can’t have something they want. Our society is built on the maxim that All Consumption Is Good Consumption, Consume More Now. And… that’s a problem.

I feel like I may be getting away from the point of what exactly you asked, but these things are all interconnected. If someone is going to actually translate internet outrage to real-world action, and actually put some skin in the game and fight against the terrifying normalization of these narratives: please. We need more people to do that. But real life is scary in a way that the internet isn’t. You might face immediate consequences for something. You might have someone tell you that you’re wrong and you can’t just block or mute them. How do you change someone’s mind without the two of you just yelling pithy, polarized slogans at each other? It’s fuckin’ hard work. So it’s easier to just retweet someone that you agree with, to other people who agree with you. And so the cycle goes.

Obviously, I 100% support any and all efforts to bring to the collective American conscience just how fucked up American history actually is. But I sometimes worry that the shortcomings in the methods used to do so make it easier for the tired old class of establishment bigots to dismiss as “snowflakes.” After all, I’ve just been ripping into the self-righteous infighting and tendency to rigid ideological purity and insularism in the left, and… what do we do about that? I don’t know. We can’t just immediately remove people from the entire contextualising framework in which they’ve grown up and made meaning and understood themselves. We can try to educate them, but presenting people who have already made up their minds with conflicting information really does not do much. It usually makes them double down on the positions they already hold, because they can feel unfairly victimized by the people who Just Don’t Get It. It can oftentimes feel hopeless, but we have to do it anyway.

So yes. We should take down statues of Confederate generals. This goes without saying. The “we shouldn’t pretend it never happened” defense is functional only to a point. As I said in the other post, Confederate statues can go into storage. They don’t have to be destroyed, if it’s really so vital that we keep them. But their enforced presence in public life is an act of white supremacist violence, and their defenders know it. Besides, how about, uh, we try goddamn being able to talk about what the Confederacy really stood for first, instead of clinging to it as a token that is specifically intended to deflect public debate or constructive discourse on the issue?

This also reminds me of the recent backlash happening on historic plantations in the South. These are often beautiful manor houses with grounds, and they are tourist attractions. They are also, brace yourself for grossness, popular locations for weddings. (I don’t know why, but White People.) The tour guides at these places have finally been empowered to talk somewhat more honestly about how all this beauty was built by slave labor, and white tourists hate it. They tie themselves into knots about how slavery wasn’t that bad or how the Civil War was about “states’ rights” or why are you bringing this up now, that was Just What Our Bad Ancestors Did. This… this is the level we are still at. It’s bad. The white tourists seem to feel that they can go to, again, a plantation in the South and just enjoy the beauty and not to be “forced” to hear about slavery. It spoils the illusion. They want to keep living this way, so they throw fits, and why shouldn’t they? The entire establishment of this country thus far has supported them. It threatens their whole identity. It must be destroyed. And I just… sigh.

Anyway. This has gotten away from me, and I’m still not sure if I answered your question. Sorry. But there you have it.

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yes hello there im amber

And I’m coming back (and immediately disappearing) to make exactly one (1) last post on the Content(tm) that is the shitshow.

I’m going to make a note for anyone reading this (as reading text can be odd because you can’t decipher a tone) -- I’m not angry. I’m not. I’m extremely calm and level-headed writing this. Also, I’m not tagging SSO because the tag doesn’t deserve this. And people not directly involved don’t deserve to see this. They’re here for cute pixel ponies, not discourse.

Now then, let’s begin.

This happened in... what, April? May? In any case, it happened months ago. Everyone, including the “victim” and “suspects”, has moved on. Not only have they moved on, but they’ve recognized their wrongdoings and stopped.

They’ve grown.

They’ve changed.

And there’s proof of it.

Despite this, the topic keeps being brought up in vague posts. Despite this having happened months ago and nothing wrong going on since (at least to my knowledge), it... keeps being brought up? This confuses me greatly. If the people who were the direct issue have changed and moved on, why have the accusers *not seen this change*, and not *embraced it* and also carried on with their lives? If you hate it so much, why do you continue to surround yourself with something that no longer exists?

A little reminder in case you forgot: I’m not mad, I’m asking a genuine question to get my facts straight. Anyone that’s known me knows I will always see both sides to arguments, even ones I don’t necessarily agree with and have an open mind. (I expressed that numerous times to Piper, Bern, and others when they were in the server.)

Arguments, debates, etc. All these things can be filled with emotion. Emotions are valid. They’re unique and really give us a humanity that we all wish to have. But when it comes down to it, emotions can get in the way of things. When there’s any form of debate or argument, it’s one thing to get passionate, but it’s another to get emotional. It’s another to be filled with anger or sadness. It meddles with our brains and changes our words and creates misinterpretations. I cannot express to you the number of times Sam and I have gotten into arguments over simple misinterpretations. It happens. It’s human.

When things like this happen, it’s best to put your head down, back away, and return when you have a clear head. That way you can be at your best! You can be ready to either admit your wrongs or further persuade your argument with factual information. And... that’s the thing. From what I’ve noticed as of late, whenever the argument is brought up, it’s just... insults. Insults do nothing to an argument but entice emotion and if anything, show a lack of maturity. Lack of maturity in a serious topic like this instantly makes a reader lose trust in your side.

Think of it like this. One side is saying “We’ve changed, we’ve moved on” and the other is saying, “you guys are clOWNS”. What does that show for anyone? Other than a mess (which again, this poor pixel pony game doesn’t deserve this shitshow in the tags).

Speaking of arguments being derailed or being less authentic, I will continue to stand by the “feeling for Sam” and “trying to protect Sam” does not fall under the list of actions this group truly intended to do. Here’s the thing. If you’re trying to protect someone, you don’t block them. You don’t lose all contact with them. The only reason you would do something like that to protect someone is if you were trying to protect someone from yourself.

Saying you’re protecting Sam, and then immediately blocking him, it just... doesn’t make sense. It’s as if a teacher says “I’m here for you if you’re being bullied!” and then completely ignores you when the bully is punching you in the hallway. It’s as if a fireman just completely ignored the sirens.

An accuser “trying to protect” a victim, but then blocking the victim, completely invalidates any actions the accuser does, at least in my eyes.

Speaking of this, I’d like to bring up another point. What happened was... an accident. Burgie and Sam legitimately did not know there was a law in place against the whole thing.

Guess what?

Neither did anyone else.

Literally, no one did.

As soon as this all came to light and we found out? Everything changed.

Burgie deleted the fics. The NSFW channel(s) in the Discord were blocked to anyone without a specific “18+” rule. The interesting thing is, while these changes were going underway, one of Piper’s friends was taking screenshots and still sending them out of context to make everyone look terrible. Despite them doing what was right and making the change. They ignored it and kept trying to make it look like people were continuing the bad things when they weren’t.

That’s the thing. Tumblr has this mindset of “once a sinner, always a sinner”. Tumblr has this mindset that the world is black and white. It’s so incorrect in so many ways. If anyone has ever stepped outside for one day, they can tell that. Life is shades of gray. There is no black or white. We’re raised being told mistakes happen and that we learn by mistakes, and that some mistakes are worse than others. We learn that some opinions are worse than others, and even then that’s judged morally.

Tumblr doesn’t like when people fix their mistakes, no matter how big or small. That mindset is so incredibly toxic. People learn. People grow. Sometimes people are raised arrogant and ignorant and it isn’t until much later that they learn to have an open mind. People, Tumblr especially, need to be more understanding that certain mistakes can be corrected and can help someone grow into a better person.

Was this entire thing a mistake? Fuck yes.

Was it a giant mistake? Extremely, yes.

Is it reversible? No, it’s not. Nothing is.

Are people correcting their wrongs? YES.

Yet somehow, despite this being a yes, despite people growing, changing, moving on, and being better human beings than they were before, you guys keep holding onto it. You hold onto this little bit of negativity that happened months ago. Can’t you see that we’ve changed? That we’ve moved on and fixed our wrongs?

Can’t you see that no one but yourselves is listening to you rant, and the only reason anyone is saying anything now is because we’re tired of listening to a broken record play for months on end?

We’ve changed.

Burgie stopped writing those fics.

We know the laws. We won’t be fucking it up again. Meanwhile, you’ll probably continue to call us “clowns” (which I mean, they’re popular right now so I’ll take it. Ha, get it? “It”? I’ll shut up now). And again, that’s not an insult, this is just an observation.

I remember you guys before this all happened. Come on, now. You guys can do better. Do yourselves a favor and carry on with your lives. This doesn’t matter anymore. Go on, go home. Go play the pixel pony game and have fun. Stop beating a dead horse. (Yes I’m being a bit of a hypocrite here but like I said, this is the last time I’m saying anything. I’ve got more important things to worry about.)