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rollercoasterwords · 1 year

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i am once again asking people not to share my writing if u aren't going to credit me!

this is gonna be a bit of a rant i think. sorry but also i'm just fed up at this point lol

i've already. mentioned this or talked about it a few times on my blog but like. here's the ~official post~ i guess because over the past year i have lost count of the amount of times i have come across a post--usually on twitter or tiktok--that is quite literally just a direct quote from one of my stories copied and pasted without a single reference to where it came from or who wrote it.

so like, quick reminder:

this is not a quote.

"adding quotation marks to it does not make a quote."

"a quote is only a quote if you QUOTE THE PERSON WHO IT CAME FROM." - rae, @rollercoasterwords tumblr blog

does that make sense???? PLEASE tell me that makes sense. to make it even clearer:

if you are going to quote my writing in a tweet, please include AT LEAST my ao3 username (rollercoasterwords) and also, ideally, the fic title that you are quoting from. if you want to throw a link to whatever ur quoting from, great! but like. at the very least, all i am asking is that you add "quote" - @rollercoasterwords on ao3

if you are going to quote my writing in a tiktok, please include AT LEAST my ao3 username either clearly in the video itself or clearly at the very beginning of the caption, where anyone looking at the video will be able to see it immediately. please don't just put credit in a tag at the very end of a long caption where it isn't clear which tag is the fic title the quote is coming from; please don't just put it in a comment that not everyone will open and find; please don't just put it in a response to someone else's comment asking you what fic the quote is from. and please don't put no credit at all--i've seen tiktoks of my own writing without even quotation marks to let people know that it's a quote! like...at that point you're just plagiarizing my writing for...what? tiktok views? like. ok.

other writers might feel differently about how you credit them when quoting them, but for me--this is what i'm asking. just. at the very least, clearly include my ao3 username, so that people know who wrote the thing that you're sharing.

and like. i think there's this idea that you're doing me a favor by sharing my writing, in any capacity, on the internet. and at the risk of sounding harsh, i want to be very clear: that isn't true. if you are sharing my writing without any indication that it is even mine, then you are not doing me a favor. you are taking something that i worked very hard on and using it to get a few likes for yourself. i know that it's fanfiction, and i know that once i post something on the internet it is, to a certain extent, outside of my control. but like...this isn't something i'm profiting off of. it's not something i'm trying to get the most views possible on. the only reason i'm sharing it on ao3 is so that people who appreciate it can find it, and so that i can connect with those people who take the time out of their day to leave a comment or send a message saying "hey, i loved this, thanks for sharing it!" i would rather have only 5 people see my writing and like it and genuinely connect with me over it than have 5000 people see my writing and like it and never have a single one of them know who actually wrote it.

anyway. i'm not trying to sound ungrateful, y'know? i do truly, sincerely appreciate that there are people out there who have been moved enough by my writing to want to share it with others. but this isn't a numbers thing for me, ok? the amount of people looking at a thing i wrote is not what makes writing worth it to me, and i would truly, genuinely, just rather not have a single person share my writing on twitter or tiktok than have like. fifty people share it without crediting me.

#saw another post today w my writing just. fully uncredited and i'm just.#idk i don't want to sound ungrateful to the people who are like. genuinely trying to appreciate my writing by sharing it with others #but if you aren't crediting me for my own writing then it doesn't feel like appreciation it feels like i'm being used so!#especially when it's like. quotes or lines that i'm really proud of. it just sucks to see other people posting them #and not even giving me the briefest shoutout for having written it #and like. i think i haven't said anything before now bc it's like #oh well it doesn't matter that much bc i am always actively trying to check the mindset that like #it matters whether ur fic ~goes viral~#so i've been like ugh whatever who cares if someone's tiktok of my writing got 5k likes without knowing where it came from #but honestly. it just feels shitty!! like it feels like something is being taken from me sorry #i don't need thousands of people to see my writing it's fine!! if u don't want to shout out me or my fic you don't have to!!#but please don't TAKE my writing and use it to get views for urself #that's not what i wrote it for. i don't want it to be like...Content in a void #ranting and raving

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ipoddymouth · 1 year

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i think the thing that annoys me so much about matty discourse is that its starting to feel like people are pinning the entire concept of race relations on him. as if matty healy watching gross fetish porn is the only thing keeping my black ass from being seen as equal.

like sooooooo much fucking coverage on one (1) man and i kinda get it bc what the fuck else are entertainment companies going to talk about but its also like......he is not even in the top three-digit number list of reasons why black people are down bad in this country. like yes thank you for riding against porn or whatever BUT lets also not forget to redirect our attention and find ways to help all oppressed individuals!!! like its starting to feel like people are only doing this shit so they can a) seem like The Perfect Activist online while doing jack shit irl and b) protect their fave from any criticism by pushing and hoping and praying for a breakup so that they can have a Perfect Activist celeb to stan again and not have to worry about their own controversial, problematic, and potentially offensive beliefs.

tearing someone down isn’t the same as lifting someone up lgrejgaeg like taylor and matty break up but bc y’all hold up a ‘matty’s racist pls dump him :(’ sign at her show and then life goes back to the way it was -- and then people will find a new famous person to blame all of society’s failings on despite not actually making the world a better place

#this is such a fucking rant lol but this is what bothers me with tiktok cancelations of people #bc YES it does feel good to call someone out and make them lose their job #but at the same time its like....is this activism???#is this actually doing anything??#are we making the world a better place by doing this??#idk if its just bc im getting old or bc i spend too much time Not Doing my Actual Job #but modern activism sometimes just feels like....being loud online and then doing nothing else jagjag #and i understand that like we arent the politicians or the people who make laws or run media conglomerates #but its seeing people throw so much effort into.....what? making me not like this man?#and making it seem like they're doing this to protect black people #when its like okay go get the site shut down or something idk #like these two white people breaking up will not change anything #just like them dating hasn't changed anything #except now you feel bad about your fave #i was going to keep ranting down here but alas my actual job awaits #wait one more thin #i do think its hard to find a way to be A Good Activist nowadays #bc so much stuff is the result of money #but we're all broke #so people are trying to help where they cna #but sometimes the help area is like...not needed #like the white people wearing dreads discourse #like yes its a side eye #but also maybe go after the institutions that still allow hair discrimination??#like that would actually change something???

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anothermansjeans · 2 years

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i stand by the fact that if you see no problem with practically stalking someone and waiting for them outside so you can take a photo or video of/with them, you’re weird.

#point blank period #i saw a tiktok of a bunch of people literally waiting outside for harry to come out and ppl in the comments were saying how rude it is #and there are a couple comments like ‘people acting like they wouldn’t take a pic of a celebrity if they saw them in public’#like…. no? i wouldnt?nand maybe because i would want to treat them with the same fucking respect i want to be treated with??#like harry especially is known to ask people for no photos #so if you know he doesn’t usually take photos THAT OFTEN with fans why the fuck would you take his photos without consent?#<- that goes for paps too bc that’s just a weird ass fucking job to have and no one can tell me otherwise #harry styles #anne marie shut up pls :)#SORRY FOR RANTING #BUT I GOT V ANNOYED <3

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welpnotagain · 1 year

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I wrote out like two quite long posts. Anyway it boils down to:

If you post something online, especially a subjective opinion, you are opening yourself up to be disagreed with. This is to be expected. You are not alone on the internet and it is not reasonable to act like you are receiving hate and/or are "being cancelled" simply because people are disagreeing with you. If you think your opinion is entitled to stay entirely unopposed you probably shouldn't post it.

#this is about something that happened to me like 3 years ago on tumblr and i just randomly thought about it and was annoyed #it was about some like mid twenties woman that was arguing about how great tiktok is and how most of the people that disliked it only did #so bc it was popular to do so. kinda like what happened with justin Bieber when he was a kid.#and my response was something along the lines of 'that might be true but there are a lot of things to dislike about tiktok as a company and #how the app is being used as a radicalisation tool and how it's algorithm promotes that bc that is what keeps people on the app etcetc'#and she went Off on me how i was clearly misinterpreting her points and how i talked down to her and how entitled i was #bc i wanted to farm notes by stating popular opinions and how tt haters were so annoying bc so many other people had also disagreed #and i should have just gone through the notes and reblogged one of those argumentstions instead of writing my own #and like??? girly why can you say what you think but i can't even agree with you to some extent but then point out flaws of an app not even #your opinion! anyway. i saw her response in my activity tab and apparently she blocked me but the @ still showed up for me so I actually #had to open her rant in an incognito tab so I could really get the whole 'yeah that IS the worst faith interpretation of anything i have #ever said'#well whatever. it just randomly popped baxk into my head and i was annoyed about the me yes but You?! no attitude

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cheesydelphox · 4 months

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one thing i see a lot in chronically online conversations about whether people who dare to identify as something outside of the boxes the wider community has defined like "bisexual" or "lesbian" or "gay" is people saying something along the lines of "well this person identifies as a pansexual lesbian and this makes me as a real pansexual MAD because my community has fought for our rights to make our own spaces and now they're invading that and making me feel invalid"'

it makes me wonder what these people who say this think of trans women. do they know that if they replaced the words "pansexual lesbian" and "real pansexual" with the words "trans women" and "real women" they'd just be spitting terf rhetoric? do the people who say this consider themselves allies to trans people?

i recognize that the hate against people who have "conflicting" or "complicated" identities (like being a pansexual lesbian) isn't anywhere near as mainstream as the vitriolic and dangerous hate towards trans women, but my point is, if you can imagine J.K Rowling repeating the things you're saying about these identities on twitter, maybe you're wrong.

#oh yeah btw if we're moots and you disagree with this just block/unfollow me instead of saying dumb shit ok? ok #i hate tiktok and i hate abt this site has done to queer rights #also i used pansexual as an example bc i am pan #very hypocritical of me to call people chronically online and then go on this rant lol #lgbt

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tin-can-iron-man · 2 years

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#listen I don't want to rain on anyones parade but #every single time I see an influencer eat something and do that big eye thing and nod I lose a year off my life #like IDK why but it's SO ANNOYING #like I fucking got the food was good it fucking looked good I WISH people would just let it speak for itself #listen in reality it's literally the smallest thing to complain about ever but I just. OH I HATE IT #I hate that fucking acted little nod they all do or they like cover their mouth and do a lil dance like OHHHH IT INFURIATES ME FOR 0 REASON #like it really sucks for me because I LIKE COOKING CHANNELS AND SHORTS AND STUFF #I just wish they wouldn't add that in it's so off putting it's so uncomfortable it's so fake it's so annoying #and you're making me associate all of that with your food #like I UNDERSTAND YOUR COOKING IS GOOD TO YOU WITHOUT YOUR FIRST YEAR C+ DRAMA CLASS EYE BUG HEAD NOD BULLSH—#***breathes*** it's just a trend it's just a trend it's just a—#and like if it's authentic I don't give a shit but so many videos it's so rehearsed and fake #I think someone could make a 60 video side by side comparison of the same one nod EVERY FUCKING PERSON DOES #like just COOK!! if your cooking is good people will believe you without the fuckin. the stupid. THE HEAD NOD!!!!#again like if you enjoy your food verbally or physically this isn't about your personally #it's the content creators trying to form parasocial relationships with me by nodding at me and not blinking #and I think it's CREEPY and BAD and takes away from the focus of the food that actually looked like. nice!!#you should want to make the food because the food looked good not because hot tiktoker avatar model 260 pretended to lick their lips at it #it's just. *shudders*#anyway that's the end of the rant that is ''literally the least important thing to complain about and that's saying something bc internet''#back to your regularly scheduled program

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sincenewyorks · 2 years

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i really wished the internet wouldn’t again show their true colors about how they feel when a woman makes one mistake vs when a man is a literal abuser and gets off easily

#it’s so predictable but alas #y’all will never catch me jumping the band wagon to hate on a woman just bc an abuser needs a redemption arc #not bc im excusing actions but bc y’all would rather crucify a woman who did some low level fucked up shit then the actual ABUSER #fuck that and fuck it all!#the media the tiktoks the articles the people jumping in to say something #all y’all are complicit in this #and when in a year or two y’all examine this behavior and say wow we need to apologize to [insert woman name here]#im gonna be like ????? bc instead of apologizing maybe just learn and don’t do that to someone else #lol #anyways a rant bc im just sick of it

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crownofgildedlilies · 24 days

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my peaceful nights belong to you

in which: a son of poseidon has himself convinced a daughter of athena doesn’t want to listen to him complain.

pairing: percy jackson x daughter of athena!reader

warnings: angst, my poor percy has been through TOO MUCH

tropes: hurt/comfort, best friends to lovers

word count: 2.1k

a/n: friendly reminder that request r open (esp for headcanons) and bc I have a four hour layover tmrw I will be absolutely active on here. plz enjoy. also, this is inspired by a tiktok I saw that said Percy's trauma is so overlooked. so here's me not overlooking it.

All eyes were on the great Percy Jackson.

Yours were, too, don’t be fooled. You had always found him impossible to look away from. But it wasn’t admiration you were studying him with as tales of his quests were told and retold and embellished around the bonfire. Quests you had been on, each and every time.

No, you were watching him with concern.

Because the son of the sea was drowning in all the attention.

It was almost painful for you to watch, but you couldn't look away.

A beautiful train wreck, you supposed, studying Percy's uncomfortable but obliging conversation with one of the newer sons of Ares who hadn't been around for Kronos or Gaea and simply thought fighting in those wars had been fun.

But people had died. Your people, your friends. It was war, and it was painful, and even though you were the daughter of the war goddess, you hated it with every inch of your being.

No amount of planning on your behalf could have saved Beckendorf. There was no stopping Leo from sacrificing himself.

"That's called being a demigod," Percy had told you one day, offhanded, sometime between nearly dying in a volcanic explosion and being stolen from her by Hera.

"That doesn't mean we have to stand idly by and accept it," You had countered, frowning, and Percy must have realized he'd said something that had upset you, because he had pulled you into a hug and muttered an apology you still hadn't worked out was necessary or not.

But what you did know was that he was your best friend, that you had been in love with him since you were both fourteen, and he absolutely did not want to talk about all his past glories like a good little Greek hero.

Seated on a front-row bench with Grover on on side and an assortment of other campers you knew he wasn't close with surrounding him, you knew you had to run a rescue mission.

Especially since Grover was too distracted by eating his marshmallow roasting stick to realize how tense Percy was as the Ares kid went on and on.

"Perce, there you are." You wedged yourself into the not-entirely open spot next to your best friend, smile on your lips and a sly look in your eyes. Percy's own widened in sight relief, his arm wrapping loosely around your shoulders in a casual movement that was entirely too familiar. "Thought you ran off on me."

"Never," He sighed, some of his tension already dissipating. You grinned a little unevenly at him, not wanting to give the others watching any clues that the great Percy Jackson wasn't completely and utterly alright.

"Good," You bumped him with your shoulder, and he squeezed his arm around you for just a brief moment, tugging you close to his side. You had to turn and face the young Ares boy to keep yourself focused. "How are your archery lessons coming?"

The new camper looked slightly put out about the change in conversation, but you pinned your stare on him and didn't back down. For a moment, you thought he would continue to pester Percy with questions about fighting in two wars, even with you sending up very clear signals that neither of you were interested.

But the boy made the right choice, launching into a rant about how long range combat was not his strength.

Halfway through the story about almost shooting Connor Stoll's foot, you felt Percy lean towards you, his breath warm against the shell of your ear as he dropped his voice to a whisper, meant only for you.

"Thank you,"

Since you had taken half a seat, your body was pressed firmly against his from your ankles to your shoulders. His touch warmed your skin like a sunny day on the beach, and you weren't sure if it was a son of Poseidon thing or a Percy Jackson thing.

So instead of answering him, you set one of your hands on his leg, just above his knee, and squeezed.

The moon was shining over camp when you gave up on finding sleep and decided to sneak out.

You’d been around long enough to know just how to sweet talk Mr. D into letting you be out past curfew, and Chiron had a soft spot for you, since you helped save the world. Twice. It was the harpies catching you that you were afraid of.

Travis Stoll had almost learned the hard way that Mr. D was not kidding about them eating campers.

But children of Athena had passed on the secret to sneaking out through generations, and you were exploiting that very information for a midnight trip to the lake to stargaze there when you spotted movement on the roof of Cabin Three.

Really, you weren't in control of your own actions as you turned swiftly to change course. Maybe it was Tyche with her luck or Aphrodite with her meddling in the affairs of the heart that had you scaling the side of Poseidon's cabin, a path you had taken more than once.

Or maybe, for once, you couldn't blame the gods. Maybe you were the only one making the choices that had you settling on your back beside Percy on the slanted cabin roof.

He hadn't seemed all too surprised to see you, but all he offered in way of greeting was a nod before he returned to studying the sky above.

You only let the silence last for three minutes, a gnawing feeling in the pits of your stomach unable to let it be.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You asked, voiced simultaneously quiet and startlingly loud in the otherwise silent night. With your head turned to watch his side profile, you watched him tumble from his thoughts and back onto that rooftop, with you.

"What?" He was playing coy, you knew him well enough. What you didn't understand was why he was holding back with you, of all people. You, who had been there with him from the night Grover dragged him over Half-Blood Hill. Who had followed him and Grover and Annabeth across the country to save his mom, who fought Luke and Kronos with him, and mourned the loss of so many friends.

You, who hadn't slept for six months when he disappeared, only to find him in New Rome with the claim that he had forgotten everyone and everything but you.

His tether to his life. His best friend. His something more.

"About whatever is bothering you so much tonight." You shot him a flat look, but his was still doing a good job at avoiding your eye. Frowning, you nudged him with your elbow. "I saw you at the bonfire, Perce. Something is eating at you."

For a moment, it was silent. And then Percy drew in a deep breath, like he was readying himself for something, but he still hadn't looked at you.

"I guess I’ve just been thinking about just… everything." He sighed, but you could hear the apprehension and exhaustion in his voice. He was still keeping things back, but you couldn't understand why. And that killed you, as a child of Athena. "I've been fighting since I—we—were twelve. It's too..."

"Too what?" You prompted when he trailed off, his voice dying in the warm night air. Your hand brushed against his on the rooftop between your bodies, and you considered the risks of just grabbing his hand and squeezing to offer comfort while he sorted through his thoughts.

"Forget it." He shook his head, and your heart sunk. "You don’t want to hear me complain."

You frowned, twisting to face the sky and wracking your Athena blessed mind for some way to prove to him that you did, in fact, want to hear it. You wanted to hear anything, ever, that he had to say.

But when words failed you, actions didn’t, and you finally stopped pretending to accidentally brush your pinky against his and just wrapped your hand around his.

You both stayed like that for a while, quiet and thinking, until you turned your head to face him, unsurprised to find a stormy look on his face while he still studied the stars. Maybe he was thinking of Zoë, of all the others the two of you had lost over the years.

But you were thinking about him, only.

"I’ve been fighting with you since you came to camp," Your words were quiet, little more than a summer’s breeze brushing across Percy’s skin, but you knew he heard you. "But maybe now we’re not fighting monsters anymore. Maybe we’re fighting the memories and scars they left behind. But I’m still fighting with you, Percy."

He turned his head, then, his eyes finding yours like they were always meant to. And, deep down, part of you knew they were.

Every shared glance during combat, or after a stupid joke, or when a battle ended and all either of you could do was search the carnage for a hint of the other—those eyes had found you.

"I’m just so scared I’ll never get to live my life.” Percy confessed, voice hauntingly hollow. You squeezed his hand, and he squeezed back like a lifeline. “I don’t know if I’m running away from what’s already happened or into the next big mess. And what if next time… what if…"

He trailed off, eyes wide in panic, a bit of desperation. You squeezed his hand again, because you couldn’t give him the words. He needed to find them himself.

Percy screwed his eyes shut and darted forward, slotting his mouth over yours in an unexpected, horribly angled kiss. Teeth clashed together, your bottom lip caught in the mayhem and you gasped at the slight bite of pain.

He jumped back like you had burned him, propped up on one arm as he leaned on his side next to you.

"I, shit, I shouldn’t have—" He fumbled for words, already trying to shuffle further away from you, but you held tight onto his hand to keep him close, sitting up to follow him. "Please, let’s just forget about this, okay? I just, I got caught up in everything and—"

"Tell me you didn’t want to kiss me, then." You promoted, brows knitted together as you studied his face, desperate for a glimpse of how he was feeling revealed to you in the moonlight. "Because if you can’t say it meant nothing to you, you need to tell me, right now."

"I… can’t say it."

And just like that, you were the one kissing him, one hand curving around the back of his neck to keep him close while the other remained threaded through his fingers. His free hand reached up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing against your skin as if he needed confirmation that this was real, that you were real.

When you finally pulled apart to breathe, you didn’t go far. Not from him. Never from him.

"I was worried next time I wouldn’t get the chance to do that." Percy finished his thought from before, a little dazed from the kiss you both had been long awaiting, apparently. You smiled softly and closed your eyes, pressing your forehead against his.

"If you’re running towards the next prophecy, I’ll run with you." You promised, pausing only briefly to shift your position so you and Percy were laying on the roof again, only this time your head was propped on his chest and his arm was wrapped securely around you. "But if you want to sit up here and talk about the monsters you’re running from, I’ll do that, too."

"Thank you." He echoed his words from the earlier bonfire. And you could tell from his voice that he really was thankful. Because as tough as he was, Percy Jackson was still half mortal. "I…" He started, the air thick with tension about what he was going to confess. "I keep having dreams about Tartarus."

You let him talk, devoting your attention and mind to him, tracing shapes and stars and waves against his chest by your head while he spoke.

Time moved quickly that way, with talk of his fears and what weighed heavily on his mind broken up only when his throat would clog with emotion and you would tilt your head up to kiss away the memory long enough for him to regain his composure.

Because no one knew him better than you, and he didn't have to be the great Percy Jackson with you.

He could just be Percy, the boy who was haunted by his past and terrified of his future.

And you would give him all of your peaceful nights for him to have only one.

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