#I’m trying to get better at tagging negative posts but I’m new here and I don’t think criticism and hate are the same thing so I struggle

[ladymichael]

I may not love the focus on Spock romance subplots for a variety of reasons, but I want to be abundantly clear that I like Strange New Worlds and also that I do not expect or even want to see cannon Spirk in this show because it would fundamentally change the context of TOS.

People are still calling Spock a fuckboi and the Enterprise bicycle? That's funny, but Ffs he's dated a grand total of 3 ppl over the course of multiple years and he broke up w/2 of them. Chill the fuck out

Y'all are clogging up the SNW tags and making it unbearable to follow the tumblr fandom. Either properly tag your hate posts or pack your shit and leave and go watch TOS. No one is forcing you to hate-watch this show.

I'm at least willing to see the show til the end before I make my final judgement. And guess what? Even if Spirk remains TOS subtext, I'll still be happy bc that subtext ain't going anywhere and I actually find ALL of Spock's romantic relationships interesting (not just Spirk) and I like how they incorporated his weirder TOS episodes into his younger personality.

[uceyliyahh]

UNDER YOUR TOUCH

Summary: After her difficult breakup, Tiana wanted to start anew with her life. That's when she realized her life would be better when she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 4177

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Tiana

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

TAGS ⬇️ lmk if you wanna be tag 🏷️

@pinkwithhearts @jstarr86 @empressdede @biancasreign

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TIANA I noticed that Jey's ex-girlfriend Kehlani started following me on Instagram, stalking me, and watching my stories every single time I post something that has to do with me or with Jey and me together. She would slide up and say some negative shit.

Then she would try to be funny and say some dumbass shit to make me think Josh is doing some with her when the whole time he's with me, I wasn't a stupid girl like she was I knew what he wanted.

At this point, I was at the gym sweating bullets while doing my workout routine that I normally do when Josh called me.

OTP Jey: mamas what you got goin' on right now I miss you. Tiana: I miss you too bubba, but I'm finishing up my set right now why? Jey: my family is flying out to come visit and they wanted to meet you if that's okay ion wanna overwhelm you. Tiana: Josh you aren't making me feel overwhelmed sir calm down but I wouldn't mind meeting them. Jey: great I'll come swing by and get you ight. Tiana: okay bubba.

CALLED ENDED.

'I love calling him puppy names I wonder what he had planned for today?'

I continued my workout routine, not even paying attention to Malakai coming in. I know that he had seen me doing my workout, and he felt like now was his opportunity to strike.

I felt an unfamiliar presence approaching me, and when I turned around, I saw Malakai standing there, smirking at me.

"Um, what Kai?" I asked as I pulled my headphones to the side.

"Where's yo man at? Ion see him around." He said with a cocky tone.

I just rolled my eyes at him as I folded my arms at him. He was doing way too much for my liking, honestly.

"He's at work at the moment why? Why are you worried about him?" He scoffed while keeping his arms folded.

"Shouldn't he be here with you working out? If not, I can. I mean, he can't handle all you got back there like me." I was shocked that he had this much confidence in himself, thinking he could charm my heart like that.

"Nigga for your information he can handle me and all of this I can't believe you have this much confidence." I retorted at him as I stood up because I can't deal with his ass right now.

Before I could leave, he grabbed me by my waist, not knowing that I had butt-dialed Jey's number so he could listen to what was happening right now.

He placed his hand around my throat firmly not trying to hurt me as he looked into my eyes intensely I heard Jey's voice calling for me.

"Look here, little girl. You and ol' boy better be old news, or we're going to have some issues, " he threatened.

"Mamas what's going on?"

"Get the fuck off of me Kai!" I shouted as I tried to push him off of me, but he wasn't budging, holding my throat tightly.

Jey knew what it was as he hung up the phone. Lucky for me, we had our locations, so he knew where I was at.

"I guess he isn't coming to save you dear, so why don't we workout together like we did before." He said as I punched him in his face, as he held his nose.

I gathered all of my things and ran out of the gym fast as fuck, knowing that Malakai was faster than me, but that didn't matter. I needed to get away before things got worst with his ass. I knew that he was just like his father, a woman beater.

I was not going to be around all of that man. I heard footsteps behind me, knowing that he was behind me. I didn't want to turn back, so I kept running as fast as I could.

Seeing Joshua's car pull up fast as fuck as I ran out the door running towards him, hugging him as he held me tightly, seeing Kai coming out the place with a bloody nose.

"Imma fuck yo' ass up Tiana!" Malakai threatened as he ran up to us, but Josh pulled me to the side and sucker-punched him in the face.

I stood there watching Josh beat his ass remember how I said that he was strong and could knock Malakai's head off I was serious.

He was on top of Kai, beating his head in as Kai held his hand up, protecting himself.

"Yo' ass wanna put yo' hands on my girl? Imma show yo' ass sum." Jey threatened as he kicked Kai in his stomach while dragging him by his hair.

He picked him up and threw him in the trash can near him, then came back towards me to see if I was okay.

I was shaking like crazy as he took notice, hugged me, cupped both of my cheeks, kissed my lips, and looked into my eyes.

"It's okay, mama. I'm here. ight? Did he hurt you?" he asked, his face drenched with concern.

"He choked me a bit, but other than that, I'm okay, Josh." I said as I calmed down, looking over Jey's shoulder.

He noticed my attention wasn't on him but behind him, so he turned around and saw his ex, Kehlani, standing behind us. He sighed.

"Heyyyy Jeyyy baby." Kehlani said as she went up towards him to hug him.

He pushed her away as she stood there looking displeased at his actions while she looked my way, smirking.

"Oh, I see you with yo' new bitch." She said.

Before I could say anything, Jey spoke, "Aye, watch yo' damn mouth, Kehlani." She threw her hands up in defense while chuckling.

"C'mon, Jey. You know you missed all of this. What does she have that I don't?" He scoffed at her as he put his hands on his hips again, a typical mom stance.

"Everything, and no, I don't miss allat when I have this beautiful girl next to me so yo' ass can move around," Jey said sternly as me and him went inside his car.

I could see Malakai struggling to get out of the trash can, which almost had me laughing at him, but my attention was towards Jey's ex-girlfriend as she stood there looking all pissed like a little kid.

It's no wonder he broke up with her. We pulled off from the gym and returned to his tattoo shop.

✧.*

JEY we were pulling up to my tattoo shop since I had clients today but I had to step out to deal with that earlier I couldn't believe that man put his hands on her not knowing what was finna happen to his ass.

I looked at my knuckles; they were red I hadn't beat nobody's ass in a minute and that felt good to do so, I darted my attention towards Tiana who was quiet the whole car ride I wanted to know what was she thinking or feeling right now.

I held her hands into mine as she looked at me with a faint smile. Then, back at the window, I could tell she was still tensed from what had happened, so I kissed her hand gently while focusing on the road.

✧.* When we finally pulled up to the tattoo shop, as we stepped out of the car, Tiana hadn't said anything or addressed anything about what had happened.

She walked in with me, and as we held hands, I told her I'd be done in a couple of hours so she could hang out in my office for a bit.

"I'll be done a little bit, mama, okay?" I said as she nodded her.

I sighed while rubbing my beard with both hands, and then I heard my phone ring. I checked to see that Jon was calling me.

OTP Twin📌: Yo uce what you doing? Jey: I'm back at work uce what's up? Twin📌: what's up uce you sound tensed. Jey: man I just got into some shit with Kehlani and then with my girl ex boyfriend I had to beat his ass because he put hand on her. Twin📌: woah that's insane is she good? Jey: I don't know if she's okay, she seemed a bit tensed still ion know uce. Twin📌: ight then well I was letting you know that we are getting a hotel when we land so I'll text you. Jey: ight then.

CALL ENDED.

After finishing up my last client for today, I cleaned up my equipment thoroughly. Then, I heard someone's footsteps walking this way, causing me to turn around, only to see Tiana standing there watching me.

I could read her energy right now, and she was very quiet—she didn't even say a word at all. I walked up towards her, placing my hands on her hips as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

I looked deeply into her eyes, then onto her lips, then back onto her deer eyes; I gave her a peck on her lips while grabbing her by her thighs and carrying her towards the countertop.

I plopped her down on it, getting between her legs while holding her in place. As she looked up at me, her hands were playing in my mullet.

She moved her hands towards my face as she pulled me closer, kissing me on the lips. Our lips moved in sync with each other.

I slide my tongue inside of her mouth while snaking my hand onto her ass, gripping it, causing her to moan softly. How badly I wanted to fuck her on this countertop, but I just need to know where her head was before we get into it.

I pulled away so that we could catch each other's breath as we put our foreheads against each other.

"mama, speak to me what's up?" I asked.

"I'm just still tensed about earlier Josh." Tiana said.

"princess I'm goin' to protect you at all cost don't worry I got'chu." I reassured her while playing in her hair.

I could read her expression on her face. She seemed to calm down a bit. All she needed was to hear some reassurance from me because I stood by my promise to protect her from anyone or anything.

I cupped her cheeks with both of my hands and kissed her lips.

"C'mon let's go to my crib."

✧.* OMNISCIENT Jey and Tiana were driving to her house so that she could change and shower before she had to meet his people. It kind of made her nervous and scared. She was thinking, 'What if they don't like me?'

Jey was talking to Bianca downstairs about what had happened between him and ol' boy, including his ex Kehlani.

"Wait what! He put his hands on her?" Bianca said.

"Yeah, she said he choke her, but I beat his ass good honestly." He said while rubbing his knuckles.

"Damn Joshua, but question though Joshy."

He cringed when she called him that as she laughed at him, but her face went serious for a second, "When are you goin' to ask my bestie out, sir? Y'all are honestly a cute couple as it already is and you seem the type to protect her."

She was right about that. He even told Tiana that he'd protect her. I mean, he practically loved this girl down. Even though they're still getting to know each other, he knows in his heart that she's the one for him.

Her vibe, her energy, everything about Tiana just drew him in more something he didn't feel with Kehlani when they were together.

"I got something planned out for that." Jey said as Bianca furrowed her eyebrows a bit.

"What's the plan? Ion mind helping like honestly you're a good man better than Kai." She said.

Before I could tell her the plan, we saw Tiana coming downstairs. She looked stunning in her dress, with her hair done and her makeup done.

Jey licked his lips as he stood up, keeping his eyes on her as she walked in the living room.

"you ready to go mama?" He asked as he held his hand out.

"Yep, let's go before we are late Josh." Tiana said softly.

They interlocked their hands as they headed out towards the car. Jey told Bianca that he'd tell her the details later about his plan.

They finally made it to the restaurant, which looked really nice and fancy. She and Jey got out of the car, holding hands as they both walked inside.

As they were heading towards their tables, Tiana saw unfamiliar faces sitting at the table, and the two people looked at them with a smile.

"Yoooo Uce what's hannin dawg." Jimmy said as he dabbed up his twin brother.

Tiana stood there like a lost puppy as she watched Josh greeting his people. That's when they all turned to her, and she looked back at them.

"Jon, Trin, this is my girlfriend Tiana, and Tiana, this is my sister-in-law Trin, and my twin brother Jonathan; people close to us call him Jimmy." Jey spoke as Tiana hugged Trinity and Jon.

"Omg Jey, you didn't tell me that she was going to be pretty." Trinity said as Tiana blushed at her compliment.

"Yeah uce, where did y'all meet at?"

Tiana and Jey looked at each other while cheesing really hard.

After dinner, they all went to Jey's house to chill and smoke some weed while jamming to some music. As they were doing that, Tiana and Trinity were out back in the pool together, getting to know each other.

"so how did you meet Jey girl give me all the details." Trinity asked.

"Well, I wanted to get this tattoo covered up that I had when I was with my ex-boyfriend at the time, and my bestie Bianca hooked me up to Josh's tattoo shop, and we instantly connected there," Tiana said as she passed the blunt to Trin.

"Joshua is a good man; you ain't gotta worry." She said.

Tiana smiled at Trinity as they continued to speak to each other, "But fair warning: Joshua is a hornball girl, so you better run."

"Oh girl tell me about it, he be all over me." Tiana said.

"Girl, once you all are married, it's going to get worse. Hell, look how my husband is acting." Tiana chuckled at Trinity while darting her eyes towards Jey.

He was talking to his brother when he looked in her direction. He smiled at her before going back to talking to Jon.

"Jey had told me what happened with your ex-boyfriend and Kehlani hoe ass." Trinity said.

"Yeah, he told me about his ex as well; in person, she doesn't look pretty, " she replied, and Trinity nodded her head in agreement.

"Yeah, I was so surprised when I saw you because, oh my god, you're literally gorgeous."

Tiana pushed Trin while blushing like crazy, "Stop, Trinity."

✧.* TIANA Everyone was on cloud nine as they watched a movie together. Jey and I were cuddling on the couch while Jon and Trin were doing the same on a different couch.

We were watching the new bad boy movie that had come out; it was a lot of ass whooping and shooting in this moving.

I felt Jey move away from me as he got up. It looked like he had to go use the restroom, so it really didn't bother me as much.

Meanwhile, I felt my phone buzz as I saw that Bianca had texted me and Jey.

Breezy: heyyy bestie how's it going over there I heard you meet your boyfriend's brother and his wife. Tiana: he's not my boyfriend yet until he ask me to be his girlfriend B. Breezy: yeah, yeah, whatever girl.💁🏽‍♀️ Tiana: but his brother is honestly funny and Trin she's so sweet. Breezy: really? Omg I would love to meet her. Tiana: I can ask if they aren't busy ion know how long they'll be in town. Breezy: ight cool well I was just checking in girl. Tiana: kk girl . 🫶🏽

ZaddyJey🤍 sent a two attachment.

When I opened the message that Jey had sent me an attachment of something, I opened it only to see what it and my mouth went wide open as I saw him holding his pretty long brown eight-inch dick on my screen.

I saw the bubbles moving, so I knew he meant business with this, but his brother and sister-in-law are here. Wouldn't that be weird?

But when I looked up at them, they were too occupied with the movie, which was turned up to max volume, so I guess it really didn't matter.

That's when I felt my phone buzz again with a message from Jey.

ZaddyJey🤍: lemme' holla at you mamas ZaddyJey🤍: lemme' rearrange them guts lookin' all good like that today.

I darted my attention towards Jon and Trin, making sure that they were indeed watching the movie, and they were, as I got up from the couch and went upstairs to the bathroom.

The bathroom light was on, and I knew that Jey was waiting for me to come in, so I knocked on the door, waiting for him to open it.

As soon as he did, he snatched my ass right the fuck up and got to work.

SMUT WARNING Jey had me on the countertop of the sink with my legs over his shoulders and my arms wrapped around his neck as he was giving me deep strokes.

Both of our skins were slapping against each other as our moans and groans echoed the bathroom, he was pounding my pussy good making me throw my head back.

"Shit Josh..." I moaned.

"Mhmm...mama got some good ass pussy." He grunted as he moved his hips faster.

I could feel him giving me every single inch that he wanted me to feel as I tucked my bottom lip in under my teeth while maintaining eye contact with him I knew how much he loved that.

I never knew I could be so attached to this man. The way he protects me and loves on me, especially claiming me as his in front of his brother and sister-in-law, meant something to me.

He kept his pace up while going deeper inside of me, making me see stars as my mouth parted. That's when he lifted me up and started ramming my shit.

"Fucckkkk J-Josh!" I cried out while holding onto him tightly.

"take this shit princess, take it." My mind felt foggy after he said that I wasn't expecting him to do all that to me, now giving me a good spank on my left thigh.

I kept rolling my eyes in the back of my head, keeping them closed due to the pleasure that I was feeling at the moment. It was like he was digging them inside of me, breaking me up little by little.

I felt his balls hittin' my clit, driving me insane as he placed his lips on mine as we made out during this.

His tongue was all in my mouth as my hands were pulling on his mullet as his thrust were getting deeper and deeper into me, making me feel like I couldn't take it any more.

"I-I C-can't T-take I-it J-Josh..." I breathe out while trying to keep up.

He didn't even listen to me as he thrust harder than before, making me gasp while moaning very loudly as our skins were slapping against each other, making the bathroom echo.

I dig my nails into his skin as he hissed in pain, tucking his bottom lip under his teeth while gazing down at me.

I felt a familiar pit go down in my stomach as I knew that I was going to cream on this man. I think he knew, too, seeing my facial expression.

He was hitting my g-spot while I was pulling on his mullet as he was talking to me through it, "you finna cum? go ahead, make a mess on me, mama daddy got'chu." Jey knew he was a sweet talker.

As he kept hitting my spot I couldn't even let my mind process the way he was fucking me so deeply I didn't know I had this affect on him.

"This my pussy baby? tell me this is my pussy." I couldn't even get the words outta my mouth as I'm being folded like a damn pretzel.

"Tell me baby."

"Y-yess daddy this your pussy it's belongs to you! Fuck I'm finna cum dadddy!" I whined as I creamed on his dick feeling my legs shaking.

I wanted to get off of him so badly, but he held onto me tight while pinning my back onto the wall, thrusting into me deeply, making me feel everything.

"Don't run, take this fucking dick." Jey hissed as he held onto my thighs for support.

"F-fuccck!" I felt very overwhelmed with this as I began to feel tears coming down my face.

Jey kissed my cheeks and then my lips, trying to calm me down while his movements kept getting sloppier and sloppier.

As they were getting sloppier, I was on cloud nine right now, pulling on his mullet because I wanted him to be closer to me.

I hugged his sweaty body tightly as I felt him breathing down my neck, giving it a few wet kisses while I was moaning his name in his ear.

His dick was twitching inside of me knowing that he was finna bust, without even thinking I wrapped my legs around his torso as he thrusted into me vigorously.

"Fuck mama, I'm finna nut all in this pussy." Jey groaned as he was giving it his all.

Lucky for me I was on birth control so this wouldn't bother me at all.

"Shit Josh I'm finna cum again...fuck.." I whimpered as he kissed me on the cheek.

"Wait on me mama, let's nut together."

After a few more thrusts he had left in him, Jey placed his face underneath my neck while cursing under his breath as me and him cum together on the spot filling me up like a Twinkie.

SMUT OVER.

We stayed in that position for a minute to catch our breaths as our chests were going up and down deeply, looking at one another's features.

He kissed me on the lips while carrying us to his bedroom, 'how is this man not tired like me? nigga got me all workout.'

Praying that Jon and Trinity didn't hear us fucking upstairs in the bathroom. Knowing how Jon is, he'll say something, and it'll be so embarrassing.

Jey wrapped the covers around us, and I snuggled up in his chest, looking up at him as he gazed his eyes down at me. "I love you, mama."

I was taken aback when he said that it actually made my heart feel warm, as I looked down, not trying to be emotional around him.

He grabbed my chin with his hands, making me look up at him again.

"I mean it, Tiana. I love the fuck outta' you, girl. It's just sum' about you that makes my heart melt." Jey confessed as he noticed tears appearing in my eyes.

"I love you too, Josh. I fell in love with you the moment we met at your tattoo shop," I said as I wiped the tears from my eyes.

Hearing him say them three words meant something to me; he kissed me on the lips softly while I snuggled into him more.

We both drifted to sleep.

Under Your Touch.

theyhatelani replied to your story: her pussy can't be better than mines Jey. Yk where home is at baby.

biancabelairwwe replied to your story: please take care of her Joshua she is just one precious soul.

Jonathanfatu replied to your story: ngl yall was very loud asf up there Uce. 😭😭

zillafatu replied to your story: when is yall goin' to come down here with the rest of the fam cuzzo.

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tianasworld: my happy home. 🧘🏽‍♀️🤍 uceyjucey: 🥰🫶🏽 tianasworld: @ uceyjucey 🤍 zillafatu: can't wait to meet you fasho biancabelairwwe: omggg my bestie is finally happy again. 🥹🥹 tianasworld: @ biancabelairwwe 🥹 theyhatelani: whatever he'll come back home to me. tianasworld: @ theyhatelani girl please move around he's in a better position with me than he was with you honey. uceyjucey: @ theyhatelani get outta my girl's comments with allat negative bs. 🙄 shelovekai: this is some bs bro that can't be your happy home.

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A/N: JEY DID IT YALL HE IS NOW A CHAMPION LIKE I AM SO HAPPY FOR HIM HONESTLY HE REALLY DOES DESERVE IT FR BRO.

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments.

STAY UCEY.

[lemonsrosesandlavender]

2024 Writing Year in Review!

Thanks @commander-krios ! I tag… @darkurgetrash @redroomroaving and @purpleasters-inseptember (nvm RED YOU GOT ME FIRST. How dare you! ;) @forget-me-maybe I’m throwing you a tag instead.)

Here we go!

Words posted: 157,651

Words unposted: 5,054 (...approximately, it's hard to count bits that I think might get ripped up and rearranged!)

Total word count: 162,605

Fandoms: Barring a teeny bit of work on an Ambition: A Minuet in Power WIP, BG3 has occupied my days.

Highest Kudos: Planar Tears, at 247 kudos.

Highest One-Shot Hits: Laced Close, my Rolan x Steel Weave Tav corsetry one-shot, at 1,328 hits. You little freaks. He would look amazing tight-laced and moaning about it <3

New things I tried: Scrivener! (Excellent, never going back. Especially good for multi-chapters). Trying different voices and styles. Writing prompts (and some of them have inspired utterly delicious filth, sweetness, or both, so thank you!). Writing sprints (banging). Proper outlining (couldn’t have done this much of Planar Tears without it).

Looking back, it seems like this year was pretty successful in terms of new writing habits I tried!

Fic I took the most time on: Planar Tears. I started at the end of January, and (hilariously) thought I’d be done by October. We’re at the 70% mark now! At a conservative estimate, I’ll say I’ve spent at least 250 hours on it… but the truth is definitely far higher.

Fic I took the least time on:

Short Shorts (And Cold Beer) came to me in a vision and took approximately 3.5-4 hours to write and edit. Same for Nailed! I’m also very proud of both of those fics, which is cool. Sometimes lightning strikes and you just have to sit down and dash* out those words (and credit to Barb for providing the lightning for Nailed!)

* “dashed out” for me is a top speed of 500–600 words written in an hour. I’m a tortoise compared to some on here!

Favourite thing I wrote?

It has to be Planar Tears <3

Favourite Fics I read this year?

I’ve read and rec’d some great fics this year, but I’ll keep it to a top three!

The Northern Bastards series by @graysparrowao3 is just fantastic filth. (Aradin x Rugan, you will love them and you will hate them. As it should be!)

I loved all of the other entries in Volo’s Erotic Library, but my special shout-outs have to go to @darkurgetrash for ruining my life (negative, severe internal pain) with “Discord Daddy Rolan”, @sav-not-tav and her orb-linered Lorroakan x Tav version of My Immortal, and @littlemisscactus 's absolutely heinous Strange Ox x Tav yaoi (kyaaaaaa?!).

And finally, the omelurg trilogy (starting with research methodologies) by weathered_law is just god-tier. Beautifully smutty and absolutely thrumming with affection for these mushroom nerds. It’s wonderful.

writing goals for 2025:

Finish Planar Tears by mid-June! I am feeling the pressure of wrapping up all these plot threads nicely, but I also know it's going to be the most rewarding part of an already very rewarding project, so I'm determined to make it sing.

Publish Fingering the Fist by the end of January, and Minthara x Gale by the end of February.

Return to my original novel now my skills are stronger and the ideas have fermented a bit.

Write freakier, filthier, and hopefully better. I’m always on a quest to improve my skills; if you recommend any great craft books/blogs/videos I'll gladly read them!

new works for 2025:

The omega!Rolan/f!alpha!Tav idea from Barb has been brewing for ages and I had some great thoughts whilst chatting to @ra-scheln about it, so that’s definitely coming at some point. (Once I’ve cleared my other oneshots from the above goals!)

I’m pretty committed to writing a Catrin-POV one- or two-shot I think! I want to write more smut than we have time for in Planar Tears, and I have a pushy-sub-Rolan/top-drop Catrin idea I’d like to explore where he oversteps her boundaries and inveigles her into doing something that he thinks is hot but she thinks is dangerous. I love exploring kink communication and conflict, what’s new ;)

Lennie! Poor Lennie! I have tragically neglected her, but the ideas have been stewing and I really want to get them down. So expect awkward car sex and another steamy spanking soon. <3 (I also need to make an OC reference so I can get some art of her picking Rolan up like the weightlifting hottie she is).

(This whole section is really an ode to the way a good idea will age until it’s ripe enough to write. I love those, because I often find when you DO sit down to write them, they come out quickly, and I can't wait to bash them out once my current queue is done!)

[cherriesnkisses]

I mean this with the utmost respect ever, I think there are other creators who deserve your followers.

Don't get me wrong, when you do post a bot, it's perfectly executed. However, there are creators who I will use @fallingwillow as a perfect example, she posts two bots everyday, the opening message is lengthy and consummate, and above all of that, she constantly interacts with her followers in a positive sense. Or @zclhs who is the same, perfectly crafted bots, constantly interacting positively. I understand your concern about AI to the environment and that you're a busy woman, however it seems like you've just completely disregarded the reason you got your platform and your followers. Not to mention when you do interact with your followers, you say you have over 800 messages in your inbox, yet you only pick out the bad and negative ones to respond to. Surely not all of the messages are bad otherwise there's probably a reason for that. You act as if you're as famous as Harry himself and that you're so much better than everyone else. Every other One Direction/Harry C.AI bot creators are mutuals and are supportive of each other, always reblogging new bots, you don't join other creators taglists, you don't even so much as like other creators bots and you're selective as to who you reblog. The other creators form connections and talk to each other, you seem like you're way too cool to flick anyone a message. Your bots, which are the bare minimum, get so many interactions in the first hour of posting, when the creators I listed before, plus other creators who have a more consistent posting schedule and skillfully crafted bots, don't have that luxury but deserve it. I'm sorry, but I wish you were more supportive. After all, we're all doing the same thing, what is the harm in being nice and encouraging? Just because you might have the most interactions and followers doesn't mean you're any better than any other creators. We get that you are busy, we all have lives, but you have enough time to make posts, so why not reblog and show some support?

please, genuinely please, show me where i act as “famous as harry” and better than everyone else and ungrateful? that’s a genuine question, because i never want to off that way and i do not believe i’m better than everyone else on that platform. literally like a week ago i AGREED with someone in my inbox when they said other people deserve the attention i get. because that’s true!

i am also mutuals with a lot of other creators on here. i pretty much rarely ever even look at my actual feed on tumblr, and if i do then i’m liking posts from days prior because of how behind i am on posts. i don’t join tag lists because i don’t enjoy being tagged in everything, i like to seek it out myself. i never even join tag lists for my all time favorite fic writers who i’ve loved for years.

i have a literal post, which is in my pinned post, of allllll my personal favorite creators. i try to be as supportive as possible of content that i do genuinely honestly use myself. i have never once thought even for a second that i am better than everyone else. and i’ve said countless times i do not care about numbers and that i do not do this for the numbers.

am i being unreasonable? please genuinely tell me. my mind feels scattered right now.

[bbyguugkie]

Since no one can explain this shit without bias, I’ll do it.

Luv created a work called PA while KGP by Kiki was already out. Some people started pointing out similarities between the two. Kiki responded directly to the readers and accused Luv of plagiarism, saying she might file a DMCA depending on how Luv handled things. Their conversations are public, but I don’t see actual consent or agreement in them, which is already an issue for me—but the convo is out there.

Later, PA was taken down—not because of a DMCA (which Kiki was even said it was taken down before it was filed i think), but because Luv said she was overstimulated and unhappy with the piece. She wanted to make it longer and better. She’s since said PA will return in an improved form.

Now Luv has a new work called JKPK, and she also has Kknagpae, which is clearly meant to show the distinction between JKPK and KGP. These are different Korean words with very different meanings (I study Korean and even checked with native speakers). Despite this, some people jumped to the conclusion that Kknagpae was an attack on Kiki. If you actually read it, it’s clearly not. People just want drama and will fight over assumptions.

Then comes the cult talk. Someone in Luv’s asks made a comment calling people cultists, or “feels cultist.” I get that people took offense, but even I can see where that came from. That same person is now out here trying to “inform” others—but in a condescending, uninvited way. Back when the Kiki drama first happened, they claimed she didn’t do anything and that people were trying to provoke her. And now it’s clear who and what she meant, because that same MF is probably the one stirring shit in the tags again 🙄

Does it look odd? Yes. But we can’t make assumptions based on how things seem. We have to rely on facts and public information.

I’m aware that Luv deleted some asks related to PA. From what I’ve personally asked her, people didn’t even care about the situation. In fact, some came thinking Kiki had promoted her—which, based on the reactions in the tag, seems to be true for some. So let’s look at both sides.

Kiki’s side: Kiki posted Luv’s name publicly, which drew a lot of attention to her. At the time, that actually resulted in positive exposure. I haven’t seen much negativity except from one person—and two others in the #jeonloves tag. Just one person… anyway.

Now, that same person and a few others are pushing a narrative and escalating it to the point where people are sending death threats, malicious comments, and hate. That’s harassment. And they’re making claims about change and impact that we don’t actually know are true. Looking back at Kiki’s blog, I haven’t seen any hate coming directly from Luv’s side. And as someone who supports both authors, that says a lot to me.

I’m speaking up because I’m not going to sit back and let someone who’s full of hate and misinformation dictate the narrative. I feel for both authors—Kiki, dealing with someone not crediting her even if it was minor, and Luv, getting death threats even after changes were made, intentional or not.

Stop assuming. Take things based on what we know, not speculation. That’s how you inform people. You don’t educate through hate and bias. If you’re only pushing your side while ignoring the rest, you’re not informing—you’re manipulating.

If you don’t actually want change and just want to stir shit, stop pretending otherwise.

THEY OWE US NOTHING, WE SHOULD NEVER DEMAND THEM.ANYTHING? so what it’s not public, the issue is gone and done. Other things like Luvz being a copycat, are obviously personal opinions not routed in factual information. They deesve better, authors deserve better in general

Fuck that was a lot and was edited by Grammarly bc im to fucking pissed becuase this shit’s gone to far. Ans pwople sont know when to stop before it becomes harassment and provotion😡😡

Mf said to not cloud the tags? Yet did the same thing. Fuck off

[cozy-and-gentle]

A Miguel / Peter B. Parker Sickfic

This is actually a re-upload from my blog that got deleted. Someone prompted me to do it, and I really wish I remember who did so I could tag you again. If you find this post, please let me know. I'd love to reconnect. The fanfic is down below. (I made a longer version. I don't know if I'll ever post it because I'm shy that way.)

A shameless little sickfic between Peter B. Parker and Miguel O'Hara because I'm a sucker for fevers and the sunshine/grumpy trope. And if you're a sucker for these things as well, enjoy!

It started a few days ago. 

Hopping dimensions wasn’t an easy job. But someone had to keep the multiverse as together as it could be. It wasn’t about living the way you wanted. It was about keeping a delicate balance. That’s what Miguel told himself, anyway. And thus far, that theory proved correct. 

Capture the anomalies. Send them wherever they were supposed to be. Correct the flow of canon. Reach stasis. Like clockwork.

For that week, he ended up in Canada for the Spider Woman of that dimension.

He’d faced all kinds of weather wherever he ended up.

But Canada was a new level of cold that he wasn’t used to. 

It was bone-chilling. And this anomaly was a Chameleon variant - a master of disguise no matter which variation.

This meant that Miguel was stuck at Earth-705 for damn near a week trying to hunt him down.

His suit was adaptable to the elements, but at times he had to go incognito to figure out his whereabouts. Meaning he felt every single bit of those negative temperatures. Even in his suit, he could feel the cold air entering his lungs.

Earth-705’s Spider-Woman - aka Spider Canada - was cheerful the entire time. She was one of the sunnier spider people. And in retrospect, he felt a little bad for being grumpier than usual toward her. But he was so damn cold the entire time that all he wanted to do was complete the mission and go back to Spider Society. The faster he did that, the better off they all would be.

All would be safe and he could finally get somewhere warm.

Being in a cold environment like that meant that everything was dry. Miguel noticed it by the second day.

Nueva York got cold, but it had humidity. Or at least enough humidity since the city sat near the ocean.

Miguel felt the absence of humidity in his throat. It was a persistent dryness that water temporarily helped. 

But he didn’t truly get used to it. He wondered how anyone could live there.

When he came back to HQ, the dryness persisted. 

It took a couple of days for his throat to dry out. Maybe it would take a couple of days to adjust. 

That’s what he told himself anyway. It’s not like he was traveling much in his dimension to test that theory. But it was the best he had.

The dry feeling in his throat was annoying. The cough that followed was just as annoying. Short, little coughs in an attempt to clear something that wasn’t there.

All things considered, a little cough was the best thing he could have walked away with considering he’d walked away with far worse in other situations.

Pavitir noticed after working alongside him one day, “You’re not smoking are you?” He teased in good humor.

Miguel scoffed, “No. It’s bad for you.”

The Spider-Man of Mumbattan nodded, and left, but soon came back with a cup, “Here. Good chai can help with anything.”

He wasn’t typically a tea person, but it smelled good. Spiced and warm. The kid meant well, and he thanked him as he took a sip.

It was delicious.

The day after, his cough turned into a productive one. Maybe there was something in his throat that he needed to clear. But hell if that wasn’t annoying.

“You smoking, Miguel?” Jess ribbed him.

“You’re the second person to ask, and no.”

“Second? Maybe you should take a break.”

“I’m fine. Throat’s just irritated.”

“Did you try a cup of tea?” 

Miguel sighed.

The cough stayed and he muffled it into the crook of his elbow. Annoying. Especially since it impacted his sleep. He tossed and turned the night before, unable to get comfortable. By the next day, he was tired. And stiff. 

He hated it. But all he had was surveillance. All things considered, it was quiet again which let Miguel breathe a temporary sigh of relief. Still, he was vigilant. Someone had to be.

And maybe it was the exhaustion but the screens seemed to blur ever so slightly. Like there was a soft haze around them.

Miguel closed his eyes tight, pressing his hand over his eyes in an attempt to get them to focus.

Get it together, O’Hara. 

His eyes would focus on the orange glow before they blurred again. He couldn’t remember the last time when he was this tired. Maybe grad school?

He stared at the different sectors of Spider Society. Spider People coming and going. Laughing. Talking. There was nothing so damning that pulled his attention.

So he closed his eyes with a heavy sigh to rest them.

Peter B. Parker had a ritual going on with Miguel O’Hara. He was one of the few that was able to besides Jess. He’d come in to check on him with breakfast in hand. Today was a couple of egg sandwiches on a croissant and two cups of tea. Jess mentioned he seemed to have an irritated throat, so he switched it up.

Peter pushed his office door open with his hip to find Miguel sitting in front of the screens. He usually would in the early hours. Not all the time. But sometimes.

“Hey Miguel,” he said cheerfully.

The other man didn’t move and this made Peter stop. Miguel didn’t respond for two reasons. Either he was engulfed in something, or angry. So he decided for a lighter approach as he walked up, “Hope you like egg sandwiches. Wasn’t sure if you’d like bacon or sausage so whichever one you want, I’ll take the other.”

He slowly put the bag beside him along with the cup, only to find that Miguel had his eyes closed.

His brow slowly raised and a small smile came to his face. Miguel was sleeping. This was rare. 

Peter put a hand on his shoulder, “Miguel, hey. Buddy, I brought breakfast.”

Miguel opened his eyes with a sharp intake of air which made him start coughing. He quickly covered it with his elbow.

“Ah, that’s what the tea’s for,” Peter mused as he slid it over in his direction, “Here. It has honey already. This should help.”

Miguel stared at the cup, then Peter with… it wasn’t quite a glare. It was somewhere between annoyance and a pout as he wrapped his hands around the cup with a sigh that sounded pleased.

Peter raised a brow, “How was Earth-705?”

Miguel took a sip of tea, then squinted his eyes as a sneer curled on his lips, “Freezing.”

His voice sounded like it was struggling to claw its way out of his throat.

Peter winced at the sound of it, “That’s rough,” he said as he sat beside the other man, pulling out the sandwiches, “This one’s bacon, this one’s sausage,” he slid them over, “You didn’t get sick, did you?”

Miguel shook his head quickly, “Spider Man doesn’t get sick.”

Peter let out a short, sardonic laugh, “Spider Man doesn’t get sick often,” he corrected, “I got sick way more before I got my powers. It doesn’t happen a lot anymore but when it does, strap in.”

Miguel took the bacon sandwich and unwrapped it, staring at it before taking a bite.

“Trust me,” Peter said, “I got the flu about 5 years ago, I think?” He unwrapped the sausage sandwich and took a bite, talking around it, “Glad it was me and not MJ. People were out of commission for a couple of months sometimes,” he swallowed it and took a sip of his tea, “Thanks to the healing factor, I was out for two weeks. Still a while, but not months. Everyone seems to forget that the flu can kill people, you know?”

Miguel nodded as he chewed slowly, “I’ll be fine.”

“Okay, but if you need some time off you know one of us will fill in.”

Miguel grumbled and dismissively waved his hand. 

There was a moment of silence before he murmured, “Thanks for breakfast.”

“Always, Miggy,” Peter said as he gave his shoulder a friendly pat.

It was a tame day, but by the end of it, he felt like he was struggling. He was so tired. His head was starting to throb, and he was cold. It was a small chill at first. He had Lyla turn up the temperature a degree. It helped for an hour until it didn’t. And he knew it wasn’t freezing in the room. It just felt that way.

He tightened his muscles to hold those shivers at bay if anyone entered. But by the end of the day, he was too exhausted to do even that.

But no one dared enter his office.

The only person was Peter, who peeked his head in the door, “Hey, just wanted to see if you wanted to grab dinner.” 

“I’m not hungry.”

Peter slowly made his way in, “Not hungry? C’mon, it’s been hours since lunch. Something’s gotta sound good.”

Miguel shook his head, “I’ll get something later.” He really wished Peter would leave. But he was insistent as he closed the gap between them. He leaned on his desk as he began listing off, “Ah, c’mon. At least take something with you. You don’t want anything? Mexican? Japanese? Indian? Chinese?” He glanced over at Miguel then looked surprised, “Are you shivering?”

“I’m cold,” he grumbled.

“It’s not cold in here. Kinda warmer than usual, actually.”

Miguel was ready to shoo him away when an anomaly alert lit up his screens.

Both men looked over when Lyla popped up and said, “Crossover anomaly on Earth 2851. Shocker from Earth 926.”

Normally, Miguel was a workaholic, but he was hoping that it was the end of the day. He pushed himself up, rubbing at his sore neck muscles, “Alright,” his voice crackled, as his mask appeared on his face.

Peter quickly began to shrug off his robe and sweatpants, “Are you sure you’re up for this, Miguel? I can grab someone else–”

“I’ll be fine,” He said quickly as he typed in his destination on his watch. A portal soon opened in front of them.

“Okay…” Peter hesitated as he pulled on his mask, “Lead the way, boss.”

Out of all the villains and anomalies he faced with Miguel, this one wasn’t the most difficult. But it was a trying mission all the same. They may have been able to apprehend the Shocker anomaly sooner if it wasn’t for the rain. 

Not only did it mess with their visibility, but it amplified the Shocker’s abilities. What could have taken them fifteen minutes tops stretched into an hour and a half. 

The Spider Woman of that dimension helped immensely and they were able to send the shocker back to his dimension. 

Neither of them had injuries, but Miguel had been shocked a few times which led to his suit glitching. And both men were soaking wet.

As soon as they landed in HQ, Peter pulled off his mask with a gasp, “I swear this thing was about to waterboard me.”

Miguel didn’t say anything as he trudged back toward his office.

Peter was quick to follow him. He needed to get his robe and sweatpants which would come in handy since his suit was soaked. And if Miguel wasn’t hungry before, he had to be hungry now. A perfect time for dinner.

“Good job by the way. I know your suit got jacked up, but you didn’t get hurt, did you?” 

Miguel continued to trudge forward.

“Okay, we’ll give you a once-over behind closed doors. But if you’re still standing, that’s a good sign! Now, what do you want for dinner?” Peter attempted to wring out part of his suit, letting the excess water drip to the ground, “Ugh, I’m kind of cold. What do you think about soup?”

As soon as they crossed the threshold of the office, the doors closed behind them and Miguel made his way toward his computer. 

Peter quickly worked to pull off his suit, grabbing his robe and sweatpants, wrapping himself in them, “Whew, that’s better. You have a change of clothes here, right?”

Miguel didn’t answer as he stared at the screens.

Peter raised a brow as he came to the other man’s side, “Hey… are you okay? You’re starting to worry me.”

Miguel’s mask dissolved and he glanced over, “I’m fine,” in a barely-there voice.

Peter’s eyes widened at his appearance. He looked exhausted and his brown skin had an ashen cast to it. Before Peter could point any of this out, Miguel’s eyes rolled back and his body pitched forward. 

–

Miguel’s eyes slowly fluttered open, Peter’s face coming into focus. The other man was pressing a cool cloth to his cheek. 

Peter let out a huge breath, “There you are…”

Miguel’s brow creased in confusion. The last thing he remembered was going back to his computer after the mission. Then, somehow he ended up in his own bed.

He was dry, tucked in, and warm. 

He was finally warm.

He tried to push himself up, but Peter held a firm hand to his chest, “Easy, Miguel, you need to rest.”

Miguel went to ask what the hell happened, but his throat was so raw that he ended up coughing instead.

Peter sighed as he rubbed at his chest with a soft circular motion until he stopped. Miguel tried to say something again, but could only wince and clear his throat.

Peter pressed the cloth to his other cheek. And as if he could read his mind, he quietly said, “You collapsed, right after our mission, burning with fever. I had to get Spider Doctor and he said you have pneumonia,” He folded the cloth and lay it against his forehead, “You should have sat out! You didn’t have to wait until you got this bad!”

Miguel sighed and glanced aside.

Peter sighed as well, “I know you’re laser-focused on saving everyone, but you can’t help anyone like this,” he pressed his hand to his cheek, “You’re still burning up.”

Miguel turned his eyes towards Peter with narrowed brows.

“Don’t give me that look,” Peter said, “Do you know how scary it was to see you faint like that?! I’m the one who should be glaring at you!”

Miguel stubbornly looked away and Peter crossed his arms. 

They sat in silence for a long time. 

Not that Miguel had much of a choice on that one.

Then he could feel the chills creeping up on him again, and he shivered as they sapped away that blessed heat that he didn’t have nearly enough time to enjoy.

Peter looked at him with a worried expression, “You’re cold again?”

Peter was surprised to see a look on Miguel’s face that could only be described as a miserable pout. 

“Here. Scoot over,” he murmured as he shrugged off his robe.

Miguel looked at him suspiciously. Peter moved him over as he scooted into bed behind him, holding him close, and resting his chin on his shoulder, “I can’t give you any more blankets, but I hope this helps. And when you’re ready for it, I got you some soup. And more tea.”

Miguel wanted to point out he had more tea that week than he’d ever had in his life. But it didn’t matter. Not when Peter was so warm against him. He turned and snuggled against the other man’s chest with a soft sigh, marveling at the feeling of his fingers carding through his hair.

Maybe he would have admitted his weakness sooner if he knew this was waiting for him.

Maybe.

But he would never tell Peter that. Instead, Miguel would soak up that moment while he had it, letting Peter’s scent, and warmth, and touch envelope him. 

Before more missions and more chaos. Before Peter had to go back to his own family.

For the moment, the other man was his.

And he swore it was a little less cold with him there.

[rouge-fauna]

It’s interesting how the issue evolved into about tone policing and vague posting, when really it’s more so that if people think someone is being harmful then that someone should get the right to address that before being bashed. Not to say someone has to openly or directly disagree with people (though I personally think it is likely more productive to), especially when there are people who would react poorly to that and may believe in completely different facts so common ground may not exist. I’m not saying people are wrong for being vague and not saying things to people’s faces. People have a right to an opinion and to run their blog as they please. But I think it becomes problematic when things devolve not just to calling people and their analysis idiotic, but whether people’s parents were abusive and accusing them of a pretty serious offense. Like I said previously, we are always going to talk about people behind their back, and that can sometimes get to the point of insults, that’s part of life. It becomes harmful I think when it’s inciting a mob with torches and pitchforks and saying things that aren’t true or taken out of context to the point of a needless witch hunt.

I think one of the saddest parts of it all to me is that not only did it cause harm to the people involved but to everyone around witnessing it. It didn’t just burn down the accused witch’s house but the fire spread to the surrounding houses filling the whole town with smoke. And it’s sad to me too, because I try to open things up for disagreement and am okay with admitting when I’m wrong (despite my joke about always being right :D). I have tried to make this a safe place no matter the opinion, and on so many more posts than the ones looked at was saying the very opposite. And it’s sad because I would have loved to have an in-depth talk about it addressing the issue and looking further into it. Maybe my diagnosis was wrong, maybe he has a different diagnosis, I would have loved to dive into that. If you think a take or something I said is incorrect, I’m okay with that, come talk to me. Tell and show me why. You think Dream isn’t autistic or staged duo aren’t close or whatever, come prove me wrong or show me your point of view. I’m posting stuff on a public platform to talk about it whether you want to add on, disagree or show a different view, if I didn’t want that I would just tell it to people on the side in private or not do public tags. I’m not posting about lore or analysis or my thoughts on here to be complimented, I’m here to talk about something that I love. And disagreement shouldn’t be something to avoid and turn to nastiness, but something to embrace. If we continue to surround ourselves with people who just agree with us, then we aren’t giving ourselves the space to grow and change. And a mistake or being wrong shouldn’t be something to avoid, you can’t be better unless you know what you’re doing wrong. But neither of those things can be positive or productive unless approached in a respectful manner.

And I think it’s not about hypocrites or the past culture and behavior of the fandom, it’s about growing and doing better. We don’t have to stay in this place of harassment, negativity, and hating on someone or something they said, especially as so many people left the fandom and new people are coming in. It’s not about dwelling on what’s happened in the past, but how can we do better in the future. Just because something happened before doesn’t mean we should just accept it and let it happen again. I get the impression that the newcomers have a different outlook as they more so have the opportunity to watch more povs and don’t have to wait months in between things and there is no new lore and that changes the perspective, and that gives us a great opportunity to try and be better. To change the insult and conflict heavy culture into something new. I think we don’t have to continue being such a divided fandom like it’s been in the past. Let’s take a page out of the finale and break the cycle, dreblr/dsmp tumblr 2. :)

[pistachi0art]

omg imagine reblogging my post 3 times?? 🥰 to not even give yourself a good defense, d’awww 🤭

But in all realness why even bother replying at this point? You say you don’t care/that it’s over only to then rant and post about how much people hate you. And what’s even funnier is you also pulling out the minority card with every 5 posts because you HAVE to make it clear, in a community full of ppl who also are probably like you in that regard, that you are apparently the “underdog” who’s being attacked by the “mean antis”!

And to then say that i’m the one being irresponsible for informing my friends/mutuals about your degenerate ass behavior is also really funny, because I wouldn’t have even made the callout in the first place had you just kept your illegal sexual fantasies to yourself! And don’t even try dragging the A03 filters into this bc hey! Guess what dipshit, some people just want to look at the recent fics without having to go through the hassle of trying to filter out every single gross thing you decided to tag! And next to that sometimes people want to look at darker fics without having to read about traumatic events! simple as that.

Not only that people here just sometimes don’t want to check every account bio to make sure that whoever’s post they liked/reblogged isn’t a creep! you keep making points that seem to fly over your head, but you said it yourself, my fan base has minors in it! What if they saw a post, like your recent drawing, and just went and liked it. I know for a fact your ass isn’t going through every single account to make sure that whoever interacted isn’t a minor/anti.

(Also nice job screenshotting every satirical hate comment! Aw what, they said something mean/negative? don’t worry AGAIN you said it yourself, it’s not real so it doesn’t matter! Psst guess what? Tumblr too has a fascinating filter called the delete button! Maybe you could use that and ignore the “haters”!)

It’s clear you must have a very strong humiliation kink. No shame to that but I’m sure you can find healthier options! Oo here’s a good idea! Maybe write about that instead of children!

Better yet go to a mental health consultant and get evaluated! I’m sure they’ll have plenty to say about how this isn’t healthy in any aspect for you, nor is posting about it online!

(Btw did you know that most medical mental health professionals say that your behavior is more likely to be a trauma response from an event within your childhood? Fascinating stuff right? isn’t great to know that your potentially kicking up a whole new wave of people who could potentially become pedophiles because you’re attempting to normalize it? Fun!)

anywho, nice talk! If you really didn’t care you’d block me and move on 💖

[wheeler-fan]

Hiii! Sorry if I sound weird or disrespectful in some way, I was curious if it’s a common experience for you as a mileven shipper to go on byler tag just to try to understand their point of view. Like you go “ahh byler shippers make no sense, I wonder what are their thoughts on that scene/dialogue/etc” and then read some theories to understand them better. For example I am a byler and anti-mileven which means I completely don’t get this ship so I sometimes scroll through mileven tag or blogs to see “what are you guys on” (w/o negative tone)😭basically learning more abt mileven. Cause sometimes I see anti-byler posts where author obvi doesn’t even know what there’re talking abt and same thing with some anti-mileven ones. In my country there’s a popular phrase “know your enemy in the face”, it basically means you can’t hate anything not knowing what it is and I actually think that’s really important, some ppl should take notes lol, sorry for yapping. I’m not texting you specifically bc I have a beef with you or anything, I actually love your blog cause your posts (even tho I disagree ofc) are valid. I’m sure you cook such wonderful meals for your community and honestly? Keep going!! (I’ll read your stuff too 😼)I tried to make this ask anonymous but can’t find the button on the tablet so you can come at me if you need😭

heyyy, good question but it depends

usually i just text random byler shippers (or friends that ship byler but I don't have much of them so if you're a byler shipper and we're moots it actually means that you're super cool 😭😭😭) and ask them about their point of view

tbh i don't spend much time on tumblr bc i hate to see what people are doing to my fav character here (mike) and also i kinda feel like byler on tumblr is like a new reddie fanfic version 💀 emo boy and a sensitive little baby🥰🥰 I'm sorry 😭

I read a lot of byler theories mainly because of Mike, and usually they don't make sense to me, but honestly I found theories that were really good even though I ship Mileven

tbh for me byler would make way more sense if not the fact that there's only one season left and mike doesn't even know that will isn't straight - actually will haven't done a coming out even to his mom yet😭😭 i just feel like there's not enough time for all of this sorry guys

but i get why people ship it and even if that doesn't make much sense to me- if u want to ship them u can like it's not that deep it's just a fictional ship, the only thing i ask for- don't talk shit about my ship to make yours more valid please

also, even if I'm reading byler theories for fun to talk about them later with my mileven moots I'm trying to keep it for myself, i don't want to talk shit about byler cuz i don't want people to do the same to my ship. Like i get that we share a character but we don't have to kill ourselves 😭 just focus on your own ship..

answering ur question: I'm not searching for an explanation on tumblr or sth bc the explanation will be like : mike and will wear green so byler endgame 😝

i just ask an actual byler on pv so i can understand something better which is actually funny cuz i can randomly text someone and be like: hey I'm a mileven shipper but i wanted to ask, can u explain the birthdaygate to me? and i will get a whole paragraph about it😭 (btw thanks to the random byler that explained it to me before ross posted will byers on ig)

[television-overload]

[FIC PREVIEW]

2023 NCIS/Tiva Christmas!

Here's the first scene of my upcoming Christmas fic! I'm hoping to have it finished by Christmas, of course. Let me know if you want to be tagged! It will also be posted to AO3 (ContentsPriceless).

I'm actually gonna edit this to take out anything mentioning Ducky's funeral, now that we know they'll cover that this season, so you get an ultra-rare pre-editing peek 😅

I'm sure I'll write a tribute fic at some point, maybe a fix it if we don't get cameos or at least a hefty mention of Tony and Ziva .

“Daddy, Daddy! I can see the glaciers!” Tali announced excitedly, her face pressed up against the small airplane window.

Tony DiNozzo smiled and peeked over her head of wavy brown hair to catch a glimpse of the snow-covered Alaskan wilderness below. “You remember what you learned about glaciers in school?” he prompted.

“Uh-huh! They’re like frozen rivers that move down the mountains!”

“Something like that,” Tony chuckled. “You’d better sit down and buckle up, Tals, we’ll be landing soon.”

The nine-year-old obeyed, sitting back in her seat where her legs didn’t quite touch the ground—though the way she’d been growing lately, it wouldn’t be long.

“Can I have your phone to take pictures?” Tali asked once she was properly buckled, the seatbelt tightened by her father until he deemed it sufficient.

With an exaggerated sigh, Tony fished the device out of his back pocket and handed it over. “Don’t take too many, we need to save some space for pictures of all the other cool stuff we see.”

With his daughter occupied, Tony turned his attention to the woman sitting in the aisle seat beside him.

“Hey, you doing alright?” he asked in a low voice, placing a hand on her knee.

She had been shifting uncomfortably for the last hour or so of their flight, unable to get positioned in a way that took the pressure off her back. They had broken up their journey from Paris with a day’s respite in New York City, where they were able to catch up with some of Tony’s extended family. Tali, in particular, loved seeing the sights and stuffing her face with giant slices of pizza. But still, it put a lot of strain on Ziva’s body.

“I am starting to rethink what a good idea it was to travel so extensively while pregnant,” she spoke with a grimace, rubbing her rounded belly in comforting circles.

Tony hummed in sympathy, his fingers finding her lower back and massaging there as best as he could in such a confined space. She sighed in relief, her head falling against his shoulder and her eyes drooping shut.

“In our defense, when we planned this trip, we didn’t know you’d be five months pregnant,” he said softly with a teasing lilt to his voice.

It was true. They had almost given up on the prospect of having another child, promising that if it didn’t happen before Tali turned ten, they would stop trying. But finally, after years of negative tests, they got their positive, and Tony and Ziva were overjoyed. Tali, too, was looking forward to having a baby brother or sister. The high pitched squeal she had emitted when they first broke the news proved to them that she would be the best big sister a kid could ask for, and she had slept with a copy of the ultrasound in a frame beside her bed ever since.

But when they first started planning this trip almost a year ago, they had not planned on an additional passenger in utero, which definitely complicated things a little. After Gibbs visited them in Paris for the holidays the year prior, they knew they wanted to be with family. That had been the first time they’d seen him since Ziva had finally been reunited with Tony and Tali, and there was a lot of joy to go around. Tali had taken to calling him Grampa Gibbs, and in almost no time at all, they were like two peas in a pod.

“I can’t wait to see everyone,” Ziva murmured, a small smile pulling at her lips. “I hear Jimmy is bringing Agent Knight.”

“I’m glad,” Tony said, “it will be good for him to have her there, I think.”

Although the shape of their makeshift family had changed a lot over the years, love was still at the heart of it, that was the only thing that mattered. They’d met Jessica Knight only once, at Ducky’s funeral a few months back, but the consensus was that she was a great match for Jimmy, and she seemed to get along with Victoria too.

It had been a reunion of sorts with everyone coming to pay their respects to the beloved M.E., even Abby who sadly wouldn’t be able to make it to Alaska this Christmas. This year would be strange, without Ducky there to verbosely share stories of Christmases of old. His warm smile and even warmer hugs would be greatly missed by all who knew him.

After a few more minutes, a voice came over the speaker instructing passengers to take their seats for landing, and Tony pressed a kiss to Ziva’s temple.

“You hear that?” he said, his lips brushing against her hair, “Only a little bit longer, hon.”

-.-.-

... to be continued

Tag list: @benedettabeby @earanemith @happygirl-0408 @hopeless-nostalgic @indestinatus @loudlooks @nicolem194 @putthekettleon @slippery-soapbox @tivafanfic @tonysziva

[willel]

Why is twitter so toxic? I think you wrote something about it some time ago, that on tumblr, for instance, there’s no immediate incentive to write a hit post and then to come up with the most outrageous claims that create "engagement"? Or because it’s not really about direct conversation made of short messages when everyone wants to "win" the argument, but favors calm analysis instead. Anyway, I just can’t go there anymore right now, too much hate and stupidity, I’m glad there’s still blogs like you and a few others to enjoy some ST escapism.

Twitter's short form context was pretty great when it came out years ago. "Tweets" were generally someone putting random thoughts out in the aether or a quick notification or an alert to check out news on this site or that site. I feel like it wasn't meant for what it is today, for people to be interacting with each other in a meaningful way. Like, what are you gonna talk about in 100 characters or less? That's why you'll sometimes see old tweets of celebrities floating around of the most random nonsensical statements with no context. That's what twitter was as its core.

Now combine that with people starting to use twitter for more than just random thoughts that popped into peoples head. It started to be used for political activism (which isn't necessarily a bad thing) and fandom activities.

We all know how bad politics fandom can get on long form sites like tumblr and reddit. Imagine how much worse it is when you cut away all context and nuance to fit in a tweet.

Imo, it set twitter on a downward spiral. Doesn't matter how much they increase the character limit, the culture now is tweet fast. React fast. Argue fast. If you lose, resort to other means. Anything to win. Anything to get your tweets more attention that the other person.

It's like a game. I'm sure that plays into the desire to be "famous" that a lot of social media enjoyers crave.

I'm not saying tumblr is much better, but I feel the culture here is more like "take your time" or "time doesn't matter, old stuff is good". Tumblr does have an issue with people not reblogging content, causing good posts and content to go unnoticed given there is no real algorithm here, which is sad. But for the most part, ain't nobody here trying to get famous. Everything is talking and creating stuff for the sake of it.

Most of the time even the people arguing here are arguing about stuff that happens off site or they stay in their corners and tag correctly. (if you don't tag correctly and start fights on purpose, I immediately assume you must be from twitter)

People who have been here on my blog for a while are probably thinking "Tch, what do you know about fandom conflict?" and let me tell you, in my youth I participated in a ship war. It was just one,but still. I didn't resort to name calling or doxing people though, that's for sure. I wrote essays and essays in response to people, defended my ship, made stuff for my ship (which I still do), the whole shebang. It was all here on tumblr and deviantart. I do have a twitter for that fandom but I don't use it for any drama. I can say the drama on twitter is MUCH WORSE than anything I experienced on tumblr.

That is the ST fandom on twitter in a nutshell. No one can mind their own business. They're constantly spying on each other, posting using common search terms of the people they don't like and then acting surprised when the people they don't like respond to them. It's all like a game. Every blue moon when I go there to see if there's WillEl things, inevitably I will see shippers using it to fight against each other or crap on Will or El.

Once a week it's the same suspects saying the same things over and over again. Finding something pointless to be mad about. Sending angry anon messages. Never actually sitting down to enjoy the ships/relationships they claim to be a fandom of. Cannot mind their business and always have something negative to say. Denying what is literally in the show because they personally don't like it. Literally the worst kind of people to have in your fandom. (I associate that kind of behavior with like.... Riverdale drama or something. Sorry if you're a Riverdale fan. Lol)

In conclusion, yeah. I think twitter is that way because the short form context has breed a culture of "win or lose". Mixed with a little bit of celebrity idolization and a desperate desire for people to interact with you even if it's negative.

[marchessa]

I understand that. I get them on my feed sometimes and most of the time the current news just make me unhappy. They don't make me doubt that Larry is real, but it's still upsetting. Any tips on how you deal with that? Also... would you go to either of their tours now if they were to announce one for let's say next year, and the possibility for it being promoted with the stunt is high? I'm scared of solos & antis

I had a few mutuals, but I strongly suspect some of them blocked me when I turned more heavily toward F1. But that’s ok. I believe in curating our own fandom experience. I have more than 500 blogs blocked here on Tumblr 🤭

How do I deal with upsetting stuff honestly? I used to follow blogs or at least daily check blogs here to see Larry news, fanart, fanfics, fic fests and the rest. It was an integral part of my days. Those days are behind me. I changed drastically, and at first it was difficult to resist the urge to see what happens with them. My hands itched to start typing in the search bar… But eventually it got better. I got to the stage where I don’t even search for news, what's more I try to actively ignore anything about them. I still chat / lose my mind with a few of my favourite mutuals and friends when something exciting happens, but otherwise I support them only in my soul, privately.

I used to have my dashboard full of fandom stuff, and now I barely see any post about Larry or 1D, maybe 10 or so weekly. Weekly(!) Which is kinda weird. My mutuals either had me blocked or stopped posting and being active. My only tip is that you must decide for yourself your boundaries, to which level you want to participate in fandom life. Block tags or blogs, use the features of your blog to your advantage. Set up the rules about what you want to actively seek out and what you are comfortable seeing on your dash, and use tumblr according to that.

As for the tours... I love Harry’s music, I truly do (e.g.: Fine Line [the song] has a special place in my heart), but mentally I don’t think I would feel comfortable to go to his concert. For Louis, I was lucky that in the past 2 years he visited my country twice, and I went to both of his concerts. I even dared to go to the biggest music festival in my country ALONE for him. It was a great experience. 

As a Larrie, if you advertise the fact that you really believe in them being together, you might get a few side eyes from antis or solos, but I think (and hope) that most people go to their concerts to enjoy their music. At my first Louis concert I was surprised to see literal kids, much much younger than me wore 1D or even Larry merch or unofficial merch. It was great to see. At the festival, Louis concert was at night, most of the festival attenders were still asleep in the morning when he had his sound check, but the place in front of the stage was full with screaming fans.

I have to admit I think/felt/saw that Louis fans can be, or at least used to be more chill, Harry fans tend to be a bit harsher sometimes (in my experience but I might be totally wrong, who knows?). But in my country’s case, where a very conservative propaganda is being forced down our throats, it was amazing to see that honest love between Louis and the fans (I’m sure it was the same with Harry when he was here too), and seeing all those rainbow flags fly during his music really healed my hope for humanity.

I miss the aspect of the fandom where even in the saddest of times, we could chat with the mutuals daily, but I guess life led us to different ways. I don’t know if some people still have that fandom experience, I sincerely hope they do, because it was/is great. 

But I also saw the negativity, and the unwillingness to react to the amazing works of creators within the fandom, and it was too much to deal with for me. (Na nem mintha nem csöbörből vödörbe csöppentem volna a mostani rajongásom tárgyával)

Sorry about my rant 😅

[junkdrawerfan]

(This turned into a ramble/sort of vent about my frustration with trying to write for this fandom. Whoops. Do other writers feel like this? Probably not. Probably overthinking things…)

I’ve been thinking. Maybe I should have a bat family fandom tag and a bat family comic tag when I post fic ideas. Cause some are more grounded in canon. Some are definitely not and are pure fandom.

But to be honest, most of my more “aus of specific comics” or “more comic accurate” are still very fandom.

Mostly because I don’t read anything outside of post-crisis but I like Duke and I enjoyed the Robin Wars arc. But I definitely read it without any context. And I like the grimdark messy time period of Red Robin & Batman Inc. just before the switch to new52 the best because it has some of my favorite Tim, Damian, Dick content but I like Damian’s character arc in the recent Batman & Robin comics and Jason’s more antihero/not a straight up rogue role post new52 and The Outlaws WEBTOON comic (which I have been informed is pretty ooc but I like it so idk). And Cass newer Batgirl 2024 run is fun for me but I still need to read Batgirl 2000.

And for all that I love Helena Bertolli, it’s not like I’ve read her content outside of the wiki and her stuff in of the main Batman & Robin comics. Or even Catwoman. And a lot of the “new bat family characters” (like Harper and Colin and Maps) outside of Duke are just straight up unknowns to me.

I still can’t believe Duke and Tim have basically never spoken in canon. It’s so weird. How?!

The other reason is I definitely like the simplification of their role of Family to each other that we get in fandom. Even if it’s a negative, the tension of “they should be brothers but there’s too much here to have a simple relationship” is fun to write.

I know, for example, how important the Titans are to Dick and Young Justice is to Tim. But I don’t want to write them really. They’re not as interesting to me. I’m more interested in Dick & Tim’s relationship than Dick & Kori or Tim & Bart. And the simple truth is those relationships in comics are super important. So if I was going to write a comic accurate spin off of say No Man’s Land, it’s easy not to include their teams. But if I’m writing say Battle for the Cowl era fics and wanted to be comic accurate I do need to include the Titans and The Sirens and JVP, which I don’t want to (plus Jason is off his rocker in that one. Love the guy. Jesus Christ! Plus Plus I don’t want to include the red herring of him dying again.)

And the last reason is because fanfics are always going to have more conclusive character arcs than comics. It’s the nature of the medium: a story written by 1 person with a purposeful beginning middle and end vs comic book community story telling where cause and effect does not last outside a given run and the status quo always resets.

Like… at some point Bruce has to become a better dad. There can be backsliding. There can be miscommunication. But after the sixth kid, he’s gotta have learned something. He’s fucking 50 years old. He can’t be the same angry 25 year old who adopted Dick Grayson. He can’t be making the same mistakes about controlling parent behavior and unable to communicate with his kids/manipulating them and still be considered a good parent or a parent worth any loyalty. Or even like… a good guy. Unless we do include some serious toxic dynamics between him and his kids. But then why does the JL, who all have relationships to these kids allow it and still claim they’re good guys? How can Clark be best friends with an abusive parent?! Why is anyone letting him have more?!? And sure that’s a cool fic idea. But that is a different kind of fic than say a fluffy fic about Tim introducing his boyfriend at family dinner.

(Or Jason! He has to put down the guns eventually. He can’t be stuck in under the red hood era forever. And I’m tired of his stance on killing flip flopping every other arc or when it’s necessary for the story. Let him kill. Cry about it. Try and talk himself into believing it’s necessary. And then let him get better. Jesus.)

It’s probably not fair to the comic fans for me to claim these are comic accurate fic ideas because they’re not. I don’t know how to write comic accurate in this fandom to be honest. Not if I just want Batfamily characters. And not when being comic accurate is difficult and requires characters to make the same mistakes again and again.

Ramble ramble. TLDR: trying to claim things as comic accurate is very difficult and requires a lot more than I want to write and I will probably never be as accurate as people desire. So while I’d love to add some kind of tagging system for my “more comic accurate” vs “pure fandom” fic ideas, it’s all probably meaningless because they’re always going to be very fandom heavy.

Do other writers worry about this stuff or is it just me?

[chorusfm]

Liner Notes (February 9th, 2025)

This week’s newsletter has thoughts on stepping back from social media and revitalizing my personal blog. There’s also some commentary on music I’ve been enjoying recently and this week’s supporter Q&A post can be found here. If you’d like this newsletter delivered to your inbox each week (it’s free and available to everyone), you can sign up here. A Few Things * One of the things I told myself at the start of the year was that I could not let myself get sucked back into the absurdity of the current American political climate and let it dominate my life. In 2016, I spent an unhealthy amount of time doomscrolling, perpetually worried, and feeling like I needed to know what was happening at all times. It put me in a bad place mentally. Over the past few years, I’ve been working my way out and trying to do the work needed to be able to have a healthier relationship with the news and the general anxiety I feel about the state of the country and, hell, the world. Part of this is setting boundaries regarding when, where, and how long I can spend following the news. I’m limiting myself to spots in the day where I can check in briefly and see what’s happening. I mostly use our community’s political thread as the place to do that. Then, I’ll do a deeper dive into the news at the end of my day when I catch up on all my RSS feeds during my general reading part of my evening. This, so far, has worked for me. It’s also had a secondary benefit of keeping me off social media and dramatically reducing the time I’m on any of the platforms, specifically the text-based social media sites, and double-specifically staying off the one owned by one of history’s greatest tools. (Pretty fucked up that you’re not quite sure which one I’m referring to, right?) As I’ve written about in the past, those kinds of websites feel, at best, like a net negative in my life. I’m never getting much value out of them. And more than that, I have zero desire to want to post or create anything for them. Simply stated: I do not want to put any effort into writing for them. I am never motivated to post something on them and want to spend less time on them. Combine this with my wanting to replace the doomscrolling with more productive habits, and I’ve been looking for fun, personal projects to put my time and energy into. One of those is that I’m writing a menubar Mac app to scrobble to last.fm and give real-time updates to my Now Playing desk toy. I’ll share more on this in the future. (It’s currently in its very early stages, and teaching myself Mac development will be a journey.) I am also spending a lot of free time working on my first love, Chorus.fm. Over the past week, I’ve put a lot of effort into re-thinking the “author” pages on the website to refactor them into, basically, a blog-within-a-blog. The idea being that as I move further away from social media, I can move to where I do enjoy writing/posting content: my website! I repurposed an out-of-use domain name to redirect to my blog page: chr.us and made quite a few changes. I made them look better on mobile and added new photo blog and micro blog features. I also added author-specific “blog tags” to the bottom of blog posts so that you can easily see all the posts one author tagged. This way, when I post my weekly Top 9 or start sharing more photos of my record collection, I’ll be able to keep everything nicely organized. I also updated My Archive with quick links to these recurring topics. I also fixed some annoying issues with our RSS feeds. (If you see any RSS issues, like articles not updating, please reach out to me.) With these changes, I’m looking to find the “fun” of blogging again in all its various forms. Posting things for me. Posting photos for fun and posterity. Sharing random thoughts or random images with no thought to follower count or feeling gross about the platform I’m sharing it on. I made a simple little Shortcut on iOS that I can quickly post from and, so far, I’m enjoying this freedom and return to… https://chorus.fm/features/articles/liner-notes-february-9th-2025/

[awritingotaku]

The Unspoken Rules of Tumblr

As explained by someone who joined around 2019

Tumblr for all intents and purposes is not like other social media websites. Think the “I’m not like other girls” but they are not like other girls and it’s for the better. Having lurked around different social media platforms for years, I picked up on the spoken and unspoken rules that make this website more bearable than other ones. So here’s a list that will be important to new users.

Block but do not engage. Yes the rule that is understood by much of the user base and I think actually is one of the reasons why fandoms here are actually not that bad. If you remember any rule off this list, make it be this one. Why is this rule so important? Because flame wars often don’t change minds and it just creates a toxic environment. If you find someone that infuriates you, don’t attack them and just block. If they are really bad and pose a threat to people, collect evidence and do a warning post explaining why that person is dangerous but still block them.

Everyone here is a clown, even the famous ones. There is no superiority here. The number of followers you have often connects to how much of a clown you are. Now being a clown here isn’t always bad, many famous ones here make people’s days with their posts, but it’s not a contest here. In fact, fame is often considered a curse and once you have engrained yourself into the collective unconscious, you will mainly be remembered for why you became a famous tumblr clown.

Please hide your likes and follows. Don’t know how that started but it’s a thing here.

Likes do nothing, instead reblog. If it doesn’t fit the theme of your main blog, make a side blog for your reblogs.

Use tags. Tags are key here for both as a blog runner and blog reader. It allows you to quickly sort through things and see what you posted.

You don’t have to censor words like die or sex. We instead have trigger warnings tags that people can specifically block out if they don’t want to see content with stuff like that.

You want to been seen and see cool things, the algorithm is not going to do that for you. Instead you have to actively seek out what tags and blogs to follow to get the content you want. It’s more human and unlike most social media you gotta interact with people. If your feed is negative, it’s likely due to who you follow.

Don’t have a blank blog, the obvious bot usernames, or default profile pics. We are so used to fighting bots that we will auto block because of these. Some bots if you just try to click their username will get you viruses so we are careful.

Never forget the tumblr roots. Superwholock while often thought long dead still has a lasting memory here. It’s the websites heritage. Also add Hannibal and My Little Pony.

There is no cringe here for the most part. X Reader writers are just as valid as the artists here. We are all clowns because we are on this site.

Be kind and remember, people are just as human as you.

This has been you guide to Tumblr! I hope you enjoy this hellsite as much as I have.

[dreamkidddream]

Hey guys!

After a lot of heavy thinking, I decided that I will be archiving this blog- but I won’t be deleting anything!

I’ve been wanting to try something new and after everyone that happened, that kinda became the push I needed to make the final decision, which is honestly bittersweet.

If you want the entire reason I’m leaving, everything is under the cut. If you just want the TLDR: I’m archiving this blog and moving to another account (which I won’t be publicly sharing) so that I can have a fresh start. It’s been great writing for you guys and I love you all so much! I never thought I would make it to over 2k followers in my entire life, and it was so much fun interacting with y’all 😭💗 if I don’t see you over on my new account, I love and appreciate every single one of you and wish you all nothing but the best, and thanks for being a big part of making my life a little more brighter 🫶🏿

For those that want the full explanation, here it is! (And buckle up cause it’s long):

So basically the TLDR on the drama/discourse- I received multiple hate messages (one even being threatening) calling me a ped*phile for writing aged up SFW Miles Morales content. I didn’t post the messages publicly because 1. I don’t want to bring discourse/negativity on my blog because I want to keep things positive and 2. I didn’t want to give them attention cause I didn’t know if they were trolling or seriously upset. I made a post celebrating that I got my first ever hate messages as a joke/trying to laugh it off (cause it really did come out of nowhere lol) when the same group reblogged it and started to attack me more. I ended up blocking them and left it alone- but I didn’t feel comfortable writing for the time being because I’m thinking that I really did make people uncomfortable with my works- which was never the intention.

They never pointed out what work was the issue, but I’m assuming (because like I said, they never specify what work or works it was and I know it wasn’t anything I recently posted), it was of my earlier works (Miles with a Flirty!Reader that was posted in 2021). I reread it and not only was it cringe, but I could see how it could be problematic and make people uneasy.

I posted an apology because like I said- making people uncomfortable was never the intention- I was a dumb and inexperienced writer who didn’t know any better. I don’t write NSFW on this blog, and I don’t/will never write NSFW with minors ever. I didn’t take the post down because I didn’t want it to seem like I was “hiding” anything, so I kept it up (but if I was asked to delete it, I would acknowledge it and then take it down).

I didn’t get any more messages after that, but I was really uncomfortable with writing after that.

Listen- I always write my characters aged up. It’s been in my rules since I started writing that all characters are aged up (unless if it was with characters like Luke who I write strictly platonic for). I didn’t know there was serious discourse behind that until I got those messages (and I didn’t know how HUGE it was either). Then I found myself falling down this rabbit hole of that discourse and just honestly feeling worse about myself, genuinely thinking I’m a horrible person for writing, so that’s why I took a break to self reflect on my choices.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t agree with getting called a p*do and honestly think that it was uncalled for and very disgusting. That word isn’t something to throw around like it’s nothing- real people are victims of that, and being called over fanfics isn’t okay. I’m not attracted to kids- most of my content is just soft/fluff, including what I write with aged-up characters that are imagined/in a AU where they’re older than their canon age. If it’s something different (ie. Yandere content), I give content warnings and tag it correctly, and make sure that it’s never crossing over any lines into DC (dark content)/NSFW territory. I know that minors interact with my works and that’s totally okay! I’ve always let minors interact with my stuff, the only thing I set a boundary on is that they don’t direct message me (since I’m not a minor and want that boundary to be respected). It’s never been an issue with minors reading my stuff, which is why I make sure it’s never crossing into a territory that like the ones previously mentioned.

So after thinking for a while and taking a break, I still want to write and I’ll more than likely still be writing aged-up characters. I’ll just be extra careful and mindful with what I post and probably won’t write for Miles Morales anymore (which might be for the best since the Spiderverse fandom has a lot of discourse going on rn that I was not aware of until this happened 😬).

To this day, I have no hard feelings if you aren’t cool with the concept of aging up characters even if it’s just SFW- it is totally okay, I understand. Everyone should have their online experience be enjoyable, and if not interacting/blocking me will help with that, then go for it! It’s no hard feelings. There’s nothing wrong with blocking people if it helps curate your own online experience. This is Tumblr- it’s not that serious especially when it comes to writing fanfiction. It’s a place where everyone should be able to have fun!

I do want to genuinely apologize again, and I take full accountability and responsibility if I hurt anyone with my actions. I write as a hobby and a way for me to connect with others with the same interest- it’s never anything with ill or shady intentions.

If you read this far, thanks! I’m still finishing up with some touches on my new blog, but I will not be posting the username publicly. My moots will have the username and people that I interacted with before, but I don’t feel comfortable sharing it openly after everything that happened 😅

Thank you all again for the love, support, and fun times over the years. When I first started this blog, I wasn’t thinking it would turn out to be anything like this- being able to share my works/interests with people who I could sincerely call a friend has really helped me in my life. Not only with getting out of my comfort zone, but also with making me happy in general.

Love you guys so much- please take care and thanks again for being a big part of helping me be myself <33

Stay safe and take care of yourselves!

-Dream 💫