#ya feel?

[helloyellow17]

Idk man I might get torn to shreds for saying this, but I simply cannot understand the new trend, particularly among younger internet users, where people write a laundry list of their triggers in their bio and then expect everyone to read and cater to said list on a PUBLIC PLATFORM.

This is the same mentality that drives people to attack appropriately tagged fics on AO3 for having x y or z content because “How dare you post this when I have trauma about this???” Obviously if someone is going to write a super heavy and highly sensitive fic and NOT tag it properly, they ought to be called out on it. But this isn’t about that, it’s about the people who don’t curate their own content, it’s about the people who enter public spaces and demand that the general public cater to THEM specifically.

Additionally: Listing out your triggers for everyone to see is just ASKING for trolls to come into your inbox and flood you with triggering content. (Unfortunately, as much as we would like to believe otherwise, the internet is full of selfish jerks who don’t give a crap about anybody’s trauma.) Not only this, but the algorithm does not read your bio. The algorithm does not care about your triggers unless YOU make sure to block specific tags and content.

YOU are responsible for curating your own content, and nobody else.

Obviously this is not to say people shouldn’t try to tag their posts for common triggers, because that’s the common courtesy thing to do. But if Becky has a phobia of bees, it is on her to block that tag and curate her feed around it, and she does not get the exclusive right to suddenly demand that nobody talk about bees within a ten mile radius of her. If Alec has a phobia of dogs, then it is well within his right to avoid contact with them, but he doesn’t get to go to a public park and yell at anybody who brings their dog there. It is his responsibility to know his own limits and seek out parks that are dog-free. (If someone brings a dog to a dog-free area, that’s a whole different issue that I won’t be getting into rn but yes, the person who does that is in the wrong there.)

The internet is widely a public space. If you want to create a safe space completely and utterly free of your specific triggers, you have to put the work in to make that space for yourself. You don’t get to ask other internet strangers to do it for you.

I’m saying this out of genuine concern (and admittedly, frustration) because there are so many young teens in fandom nowadays who don’t understand this, and they end up putting themselves in extremely vulnerable and even downright dangerous situations because they don’t understand that putting your well-being in the hands of a stranger is a terrible idea.

Please be safe, and for the love of all that is holy, be reasonable. Curating your content yourself is just as much a protection for you as it is a vital key that allows public communities to function.

#hyramblings #fandom culture #internet discourse #trauma triggers #anxiety triggers #safe space #if I get one person saying “BUT WHAT IF SOMEONE IGNORES X AND DOES IT ANYWAY #we literally went over this #they’re a jerk and have responsibility too #but this ain’t about them rn #ya feel? #internet communities #fandom community

[ailithnight]

Aheem... prompt from @regonold

16 Hours

Danny remembers the first time something shorted out his powers. Vlad with his stupid Plasmius Maximus thing. Well, 'remembers'. Mostly he remembers the aftermath.

Apparently Vlad hadn't known at the time exactly how Danny ended up half ghost. He thought it had been a slower progression like his own development. It hadn't occurred to him that Danny's original death had been much quicker.

Danny remembers a short, light shock. Really, the spector deflector was worse. But this shock... suddenly his muscles were seizing, his heart stuttering, his Lichtenbergs burning. And then, nothing. A blank space in Danny's head that apparently spanned 3 hours.

Next thing he knows, they're in some kind of vehicle. There are sirens outside (a police escort, Danny would later learn). His mom is driving like her life depends on it. And Vlad is giving him chest compressions, looking grieved and panic striken. He's crying. They both are.

"Please tell me you didn't have to kiss me." His voice comes out pained and raspy. Mom almost crashes the vehicle.

"No, Little Badger. Thankfully, you kept breathing. Just your heart that was struggling." Vlad chuckled, guilty yet relieved.

It was another hour before they made it to the nearest hospital from the stupid hunting cabin. 6 more for all the stupid medical tests. "An accident," Vlad told them. "Small shock, but with an already weak heart..."

Any other time, Danny might have argued. Tried to make Vlad admit more guilt. But the whole ordeal had exhausted him to much to care then.

The second time was marginally better. At least with the Fenton Crammer, it was a steady loss. And Danny managed to fix it before his healing factor fully failed. It still hadn't been pleasant, fighting Skulker and dealing with Dash while phantom echoes of his death arced across his body. But he'd managed.

This. This is so much worse. Danny thought it would be like the Crammer again. A steady decline. But it isn't.

And it isn't like the Maximus either, a one then done, pain then nothing, dying then dead, moment.

No. This is more like the blood blossoms. This is torture. This is hell.

The suppression cuffs let just enough of his power bleed through, just enough healing factor, to keep him alive. Alive and in agony for... hours? Days? Weeks? Minutes? Danny couldn't really tell. His thoughts had long since turned to nothing but static and pain. All he knew was that time was passing around him while he was here, suffering on the absolute brink of death yet unable to embrace it.

Oh god he wanted to die. Please just let him die already! It's too much. A death that should only last a few seconds drug out into an eternity. His muscles ached with the strain of being locked up. His insides were broiling from the electric heat. His heart stuttered and stopped and started and stuttered. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts!

He might have been screaming. He might have been Wailing. Or he might he been choking on weak uneven breaths. Danny didn't know. Didn't care to know. Didn't care if he ever found out the details of his time in chains. He just wanted, no needed, it to end. But it just dragged on and on and on. And Danny was lost in it.

Too far gone to even realize when it ended.

.

Batman hadn't been there when the new meta appeared, quite literally materializing from nowhere in the conference room mid-meeting. He had been dealing with a mass Arkham breakout at the time. So he wasn't there. An unfortunate fact which will haunt him for the rest of his life and possibly beyond.

He should have been there. If he had only been there...

He didn't blame his team mates. They didn't know. Who would have guessed that simple power suppression cuffs could ever be an instrument of torture. He'd never considered it possible.

He didn't blame his team mates. How could he blame them? Batman wasn't even the one to connect the dots. Red Robin figured it out. He always was good at stringing together thoughts know one else would think to connect.

Red Robin asked the right questions. He figured out in 5 minutes what the rest of the league and the best doctors -not technically- on earth had been agonizing over for 16 hours.

16 hours too long.

He should have been here. Should have come sooner.

"Don't know, B!" Flash had met him at the Zetas, already rambling at top speed before he could reorient himself after teleportation. Everyone else had gone home, unable to help and needing to tend to their own cities and responsibilities.

"He just- He appeared out of nowhere while we were in meeting. Didn't trip any alarms or nothing. Just popped up. We figured it had to be teleportation, but he'd have to know where the Watchtower was to do that.

So we figured, you know, random kid teleporting into the Watchtower during a Justice League meeting. Not good. Big threat. Bats would tell us to detain. So we did.

But before we could get him to a holding cell, there was this flash of light and he changed or something. He had white hair and green eyes and some sort of jumpsuit on when he appeared.

But after the light he had black hair and a t-shirt and jeans and I actually didn't see his eyes cause he just collapsed on the spot.

Started convulsing or seizing or something. And screaming. God, B, the screaming... So we took him to medbay and...

He's dying B. He has to be. He's got a fever that keeps spiking and dropping, his muscles keep spasming, and his heart keeps giving out...

He looks 14. He looks like..."

Flash had trailed off there, as they reached medbay. Bruce understood his reluctance to complete that sentence as soon as he saw the boy.

He looks like a Robin.

Like all 4 of his sons combined.

Like someone mixed Dick's and Jason's faces and put it on Tim's body at Damian's age.

It can't even be a trick. The suppression cuffs are nullifying his abilities. This is what he truly looks like.

His sons.

In pain.

In agony for 16 hours because Batman prioritized Gotham over an emergency on the Watchtower.

"When exactly did you say he collapsed."

"When we were moving him to a holding cell after we caught him. He was a trick to catch too. He-"

Red Robin cut him off. "Yeah, sure. But when exactly did this start. What happened immediately before?"

Flash was less then pleased about being interrupted, but acquiesced after a look from Batman. Tim had an idea. Tim was on to something. "Like I said, just after we caught him and got the cuffs on so he'd stop slipping away again."

Bruce couldn't keep the growl out of his voice one he realized what Tim was suggesting. Of course he knows it wasn't their fault. He's told all of them as much since. But in the moment...

"Take them off!"

"What?"

"It's the cuffs! Take the damn cuffs off! They're killing him!"

Flash wasted no more time, bolting out of the room to fetch the disabler. Tim didn't bother waiting for the fastest man alive. He had the cuffs disabled before Flash would have been able to swipe his access card into the detainment center storage room. Bruce practically threw the cuffs out of the room in his haste to get them away.

The change had been... not nearly as quick as Bruce would have liked. The heartrate settled out almost instantly, although into something a bit too slow for comfort. But it was steady and Bruce knew nothing about this kid's normal physiology so he counted it a win.

The screaming, of course, had long since choked off. According to Flash's report, his vocal cords failed after about an hour. But his facial expressions still indicated consciousness, though not awareness.

The muscles stopped spasming and unlocked slowly over the course of several minutes. Flash was back by then, looking a bit put out to have lost a race against Red Robin. Batman could not give a single flying fuck about Flash's ego right then.

Shortly after his muscles unlocking was when he finally passed out. Once more, Batman thought about 16 hours. 16 hours and he hadn't even been able to slip into unconsciousness for relief. He should have been here.

The fever was the slowest to break. In that it still hadn't broken almost 2 hours later. Batman had sent Tim and Flash home after Red Robin finished squeezing all the details he could out of Barry. Tim had given him a look before leaving, some mixture of worry and mischief. "Should I tell Agent A to prepare a room?" Bruce just rolled his eyes and shooed him off. Hopefully to bed. Knowing his son, probably not. Tim was most likely still up doing research. Bruce wanted to call Alfred to wrangle Tim to sleep.

But calling Alfred would mean leaving the room so the still potentially a threat meta couldn't hear if he woke up. And Bruce couldn't leave him. Not until the fever broke. Not until he woke up. Not until he knew the boy that looked like his sons would be okay.

Not until he could apologize for being late.

16 hours.

16 hours too late.

#DP x DC #my writing #Danny needs his ghost powers to live AU #Lookit #Everyone commenting on that post like it would take days to figure it out #No #Just no #Bat comes in #Or Red Robin here #Cause Batman takes one look at the kid and starts shutting down #Danny looks too much like his sons #But the detective family #You cant convince me not at least one of the Bats would jump to the right answer nigh instantaneously #Them are some smart Birds #Ya feel?

[ranilla-bean]

culture tips for writing asian settings: ghosts of war (spoopy edition)

for halloween, let's talk about ghosts in asia—specifically ghosts as a legacy of the japanese invasion of the asia-pacific. the asian pacific rim is filled with ghost stories, especially at sites of japanese wartime atrocities.

i tend to argue that the fire nation, culturally, draws on southeast asia but without a doubt its industrialised imperialism and wide-ranging atrocities is influenced by japan in ww2. there's a lot of fertile ground for fan creators to explore the legacies of that trauma and, in a world where the veil between the spirit and physical world is so permeable, ghosts can be an excellent entry point.

my grandpa, never a superstitious man, was a child in southern china during the japanese invasion. amid the slaughter around him, he experienced something disturbing: one night, all his lamps blew out, a rooster started to crow, and outside in the moonlight he saw the shadow of a headless figure walking about. terrified, he started to recite sutras—and the figure disappeared.

my partner's family built a house on a vacant plot in the philippines and experienced paranormal activity for years. when a priest came to exorcise the house, my partner saw him chase a shadow up the stairs. an unseen force also gouged claw marks into their wall. the family eventually discovered they had built the house over a japanese burial site.

these aren't the only stories. ghosts of the tormented and their tormentors lace hong kong, malaysia, singapore, the philippines, indonesia, and more. if we think of ghosts as spirits who linger because of resentment or unfinished business, there's something tragic about their manifestation as a legacy of japanese occupation. it speaks to the cruelty they were subjected to, the unnatural circumstances of their death: soldiers tortured, women enslaved for sex, civilians beheaded.

there's so much room for ghosts to explore the legacy of war and trauma in atla. ghosts confront us with the past. ghosts seek to assert power and dominance over place, perhaps the same places where they had been disempowered. they evoke fear but also compassion. what do you think might be some places still haunted—literally—by the fire nation's imperialism?

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#atla #atla culture #atla meta #avatar the last airbender #asian culture tips #halloween #ghost stories #i wouldn't say im superstitious but i feel like there's Shit Out There and i'd rather not provoke it #ya feel? #also why i avoid occultism like the plague. don't need to be trying to interact with them on purpose sdjfkldsj

[nano-hexbug]

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#ops art #ops image #ops text #ops c0ms #i want to purchase goods and services as i provide a goods n service #ya feel?

[tsukana]

bagi-pac wlwmlm solidarity vs tina-bbh wlwmlm violence vs bagi-bbh & tina-foosh wlwmlm whateverthefuckthatis

does this make sense to anyone else or am i just being incomprehensible

#qsmp #tsu talks #this WAS a 3:42 am thought last night #so id get it if it is incomprehensible #but like #ya feel?

[glimblshanks]

Actually I'm very tempted to write a one shot of Shaxs trying to help Mariner through her war trauma. Like we know the crews mental health is something he takes very seriously, and he's the only other character in the show that we know for certain has fought on the front lines of a war. It's actually kind of odd to me that they aren't a more common friendship/ mentor pairing

#star trek lower decks #lower decks #beckett mariner #shaxs #but first I HAVE to finish editing the draft of my curse next fic chapter #I have had a first draft in the can for like two months now #and I've just been sitting on it #cus I don't like it #and I don't know how to fix it #but also I wrote 24 god damn pages #so I'm not gonna just not post it #ya feel?

[soupbitch-moneybitch]

i don't remember who i was before thursdays were ofmd days, and i don't know who i'll be once they aren't anymore 😞

#i'm not ready for the finale #but also i desperately need the finale #ya feel? #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #ofmd #our flag means death #diz says words

[enha-stars]

happy birthday to me 🥳

#BEING 20 IS SO CRAZY????? #wdym???? #IM STILL 16 PLEASE #PLEASE #i’m having an identity crisis #an existential crisis if you will #my life feels both over and like it’s just begun #ya feel? #my brother keeps going ‘TWO DECADES’ #like i’ll kms don’t play w me #enha!me

[motleyfam]

#batfam #batfamily #polls #Horse Girl™️ is a state of mind #an essence #ya feel?

[lemonjestercoffee]

hey raincode people

i have a ship proposal for y'all

Vivia x Yakou

that is all, thank you

#kai time #raincode #master detective archives: rain code #vivia twilight #yakou furio #tired man(brink of insanity) x tired man(crypitc) #ya feel? #what's this ship even called? #viviakou? #viviakou

[heckitall]

ugh

UGH

#heck says stuff that can be ignored #man im okay and not nearly as bad off as i was last week (which means no trauma comic lmao) #but MAN #ya feel? #heck reacts

[captainbrookeworm]

Hey guys if I did a LotL DTIYS, would y’all be down? I have a drawing idea and I think it would be fun, but I’ve never hosted one before.

I would post links to all of the entries on LotL Art and reblog all of them, but I’m unsure about further prizes/rules/time limits at the moment. If you have any tips or experience, lemme know in the comments!

#land of the living #lotl #lotldtiys #ninjago #fanart #morro #greencousins #putting feelers out there cause it would kinda suck to have just like NO one participate #ya feel? #I'm still gonna make the drawing tho #potential prizes would be something like a commission not cash or items that need to be shipped #in case that influences opinions lol #originally the 'no' option was 'hoe don't do it (oh my god)' but I didn't want people to pick that just because it was funny #I'm being /srs not /j I need to be /srs #draw this in your style

[fidgetspringer]

Someone pls come camping with me. It'll be fun I promise. I have tents, and sleeping bags, and hammocks and camp stoves and snacks and puppies.

Pls 🥺

#want to go camping #but i want to do it with someone #ya feel?

[hoezier]

All Things End music video unlocked new fear: watching your favorite celebrity flatline

#hozier #i love this video but also hate it #ya feel? #also hozier in a well fitting suit??? #yes please 👀

[squirmywet]

Hey- was going to dm you for permission to follow and chat more - here’s the main question: are you uncomfortable with much much older followers- I will respect your boundaries and preferences

Thanks for asking!

Fortunately, I'm gay* (*bisexual, actually), so these are the things I care about:

REQUIRED YES-ES:

1. Are you an adult?

2. Are you aware of and take full reasonable responsibility for the risks involved in any kinks you will be engaging in, whatever your role?

3. IF you choose to engage in play with me, will you treat it as an ongoing collaboration between equals?

REQUIRED NO-ES:

1. Will you send me unsolicited pictures of your body?

2. Will you demand/ assume that I prioritize online Tumblr communication over my real life?

3. Will you demand information that could be used to identify me, such as my location, my birthdate, or my legal name?

If you get all the questions right, the buzzer goes 🎵HAIL MARY KEEP ON BURNIN'🎵. You're cleared to proceed!

#I don't have dm's open to people I don't follow though #Cut down on the not so great messages and the bots #And for Actual Kink Play stuff I like to keep it to asks bc this is a blog for the exact purpose #of engaging in kink in a public space #ya feel?

[glimblshanks]

My wish list for the rest of Lower Decks season 4 includes:

An episode where Mariner has to make a life or death command decision as a lieutenant and ends up having a break down where we finally get the full story of What Her Deal Is and what her trauma block is in terms of moving up in rank (bonus points if Ransom is the one who helps her work through this)

A B plot where Rutherford is jealous of Tendi and T'Lyn's friendship

A confrontation between Mariner and Jen where it becomes abundantly clear that Mariner is not actually over the whole Star Base 80 situation, but she's so worried about losing her friends and mom again that she's taking all of her frustration out on Jen instead

#star trek #lower decks #star trek lower decks #st lwd #lwd #beckett mariner #d'vana tendi #samanthan rutherford #t'lyn #jennifer sh'reyan #jack ransom #I just feel like Beckett is kind of going the fuck through it right now #and I would like some actual acknowledgement of that in show #ya feel?