#interaction

[benshapirobignaturals]

my controversial take on this is that i don't care too much if teenagers are curious about sex and look at realistic, more softcore material. the problem is that most of the porn you find when searching for it (or even when you're not actively looking for it) is hardcore gonzo that oftentimes showcases women being abused in several humiliating, degrading ways. this can't possibly have a good impact on a teenager's mental health and sexuality! this isn't a healthy exploration of sexuality, it's most likely warping and destroying it.

may be a hot take but i think the fact minors can access 18+ content by just clicking a button that says 'yes im totally over 18 trust me' is like. totally fine tbh. its a non-issue. i dont care if curious teenagers are looking at porn. they've been doing that for as long as porn has existed. id rather teens explore their sexuality through images on the internet than rush into real life experiences when they're not ready for it yknow. the UK is trying to put stricter age verification in place (which in turn is becoming an online privacy nightmare) and like. for what. who is it helping. why is this a problem.

[synticity]

if you feel like you're always getting talked over, or if you feel like you're always accidentally interrupting people, you should consider looking into some of the linguistics research about conversation style and turn-taking. lingthusiasm podcast has a great episode called "how to rebalance a lopsided conversation" that goes over some of this research in a really accessible way; Deborah Tannen's book You just don't understand is an early book¹ that's aimed at general audiences on the same topic.

the thing is, when there's conflict in how a conversation flows, often what's going on is a mismatch in norms or expectations -- not that one person is necessarily acting "wrong" and the other person is "right." the mismatches in norms/expectations can and do align with existing power structures in society, but being more aware of them can really help you as an individual trying to navigate them.

you can train your brain for more linguistic awareness! start listening for pauses, intakes of breath, or back-channeling that's meant to support, not interrupt. try it out!

¹ I am linking to the wikipedia page for the book rather than a link to buy the book because it's kind of outdated and the criticism section on the wiki page is pretty reasonable. If you do read this book, be prepared for uhhhh period-typical gender essentialism that, to my knowledge, Tannen has not particularly updated her views on in the intervening time. But it is an influential and important book, just read it skeptically imo

[bigidiotenergytm]

[flipflopmasterr]

We love Steve

[sara-iyer]

A rodeo. Wow. Why hadn't Sara gone to one of those yet!? It should've been one of the first things she did when she moved to Texas! Yeah, okay, the first three months in town had been exclusively reserved for looking after Patricia, making art and cleaning up after Izzy, so she had to give herself some grace there. She was going to add it to her to-do list for the summer, though. It sounded like fun, or, at least, like something she should experience once in her life. "Do you go to the rodeo much? Would you wanna come with me sometime?" Sara asked him, feeling particularly shy about it. It didn't have to be a date, or anything. It could've, if he wanted it to. But they seemed like they were from different planets - Beck was level-headed and a cowboy, and Sara was... a hot mess, honestly.

I can't promise it'll be all that entertaining for you, though. It can be a long day. Sara nodded, appreciating the advice. It must've been obvious by now that Sara struggled with long days, especially when it concerned her Fibro pain. It didn't mean she couldn't stop by and give it a go, experience what the rodeo had to offer. Finally learn whatever the fuck it was Beck was talkin' about - cutting and cow horse. Whatever that meant. "Aww, I bet you have, huh? You're the best." Sara cooed up at Smoke, affectionately patting her mane. "You'll have to show me your stallions before the night is over." Sara offered Beck with a smile, genuinely interested. Smokey was a gorgeous animal, and from what she knew of stallions (admittedly not much!), they were meant to be even more majestic.

You're doing it. You're doing good. Sara blew out a strangled sort of sigh, nodding so Beck knew that she heard him and his kind praise. "If I wasn't so terrified right now I'd make a joke about straddling and riding." Sara murmured, white-knuckling the reins once Beck handed them to her. Tug left to go left, tug right to go right, pull back on both to stop. Cool. Made sense. "I won't, I won't." She responded in a gasp, mortified at the thought of hurting Smoke by jerking the reins around or being too forceful with them. Beck showed her how to do the right hold, and Sara was just grateful that they were focusing on balance for now, instead. Fucking scary. Her fear of horses had somehow turned into a newly-generated fear of heights, apparently. She wasn't even up in the air too high, either! It was fine - her spine was up as straight as possible, and Smoke's body was tight between her legs.

Gentle walking was next. I'll lead her, don't worry. Sara swallowed the lump in her throat and slightly nodded in response. "You'll stop if it gets to be too much?" Sara asked, quiet and meek. Like she was having a consent talk before sex, or something. God, this was embarrassing. But she'd come this far! Beck had not led her astray yet! "Okay. Okay, I trust you. Let's do it." Sara steeled herself, hands gripping the saddle horn as tight as humanly possible, and kept her balance as they started moving forward.

"S'okay," Beck said. "I don't expect ya to know." Beck gave her a soft smile, keeping up with the small talk. Figured she was just being polite. She wasn't here for showing. She was here for wellness, therapy or something. "Hit a rodeo some time and you'll see the roping, barrel racing, some bucking horses. But we're mostly cuttin' horse country around here. I do a little. Mostly cow horse and roping, but work keeps me busy. Work and sales."

Beck gave a nod to her question. "You can watch. Usually somethin' going on in the summer. I can't promise it'll be all that entertaining for you, though. It can be a long day." He wouldn't expect her to stick around for the whole thing. "Smoke's done her fair share of showing, but my stallions are my main competition horses." Wasn't how he made most of his money, though, and he mainly did it for the experience above anything.

Getting on a horse was so natural to Beck. He'd been on a horse before he could walk, sitting in his daddy's arms for cute pictures. Was it the safest? Probably not, not for a little kid, but they were ranchers. It was engrained in their DNA. He'd ridden the little ponies almost as soon as he was capable of using his limbs independently. "You're doing it. You're doing good," he said, reassuringly. This wasn't so easy for everyone. "See? It's just like sitting on a real big bench, but, um, straddlin' style," he chuckled.

Beck showed her how to take the reins, placing them in her hands. "Reins is your steering. Horses respond to pressure and release, so you tug the left to go to the left, the right to go to the right, pull back on both to stop, but remember the bit is in her mouth, so you don't wanna be jerkin' it around too hard. Pull it back in towards you, elbows and hands down, firm but steady." He showed her the premise without letting her apply too much pressure. "Right now, though, I just want you to focus on your balance.

"Do you feel good about doing some gentle walking? I'll lead her, don't worry. You just have to balance and keep your hands down."

[messymoonmad]

My Amphinomus is giving away homemade bread to all its versions! Your amphi is now its fifth customer!🎀✨️

(FIFTH ??? HOW MANY AMPHINOMOUS ARE THERE ??)

[minibuntinnyoffi]

I just saw your designs of each child aspect of Doey and I want to request: can you do an interaction between each boy with Angel/Player?

Really glad that you asked!!! :] (you don't know how autistically joyous I was when I see this)

Here are the interactions!

Kevin (aware of the player's presence, but he isn't aggressive)

Jack (happy to see the player and would invite them to the tea party)

Matthew (just comfort and would give you life lesson if he can)

I dunno why I randomly shaded this part though

It was for ✨dramatic✨

A reminder: you can still request (fandom) in my askbox! Give it a try, don't be shy, I won't bite but I would cry, in joy! :]

[governmentcheeseboy]

As an autistic person I struggle with the process of making friends in the sense that, I never know how or when to bridge the gap between “acquaintances” and “friends” and just kinda get stuck there

[bloodmoon-eito]

"What are you, a disoriented seer?" Eito sneers, unable to contain his vexation for long. "Desperately searching for futures outside of what's been in your sights for all your life? You'd betray your own fate, just like that? All because some horrible monsters latched onto you? To think you have the same eyes as mine, yet you saw something worth saving in those cruel, destructive beasts. You really are a shattered reflection. I hate that you wear my face."

Eito's nails dig into his knees. He won't admit it. Won't admit to the pain of not knowing the truth. To the fear of the vast unknown threatening to drown him in the deepest darkness. The agonizing patience he's virtuously held on to as his lifeline. Terror clawing up and out of his throat.

Not yet. Wait for it. Be a saint.

Eito leans himself closer to his alternate. His stretched legs start to ache. "The only future I need is one of peace, quiet, and solitude. And as I see it with my righteous eyes, there's only one way to achieve that. I will never let anything sway me from my duty. Not even the truth."

He'll happily clash their philosophies together like two bucks interlocking their antlers.

An anon dressed in all black appears. It steps aside, revealing a portal, and gestures for you to step inside.

Take any props you want. The actors are already in position. It's time for you to take centerstage.

A being capable of summoning portals showing up out of the blue was not anywhere near Eito's list of expectations. He doesn't know what to think. The portal definitely looks real, no arguments there, but where it leads to is the biggest concern plaguing his mind. It could send him anywhere. The middle of a desert, the bottom of the ocean, the void of space... the Artificial Satellite. Perhaps fate is rewarding him for his hardships. And maybe, if he wishes and believes hard enough, the portal will take him exactly where he wants to go. Besides, why else would this magical figure tell him he can bring whatever he wants? If they meant any real harm, they wouldn't allow him to prepare at all. He'll take his chances.

"Any props, hm? Give me one moment," Eito responds before casually strolling out of the courtyard. A few minutes later, he returns. Stuffed in his jacket, out of sight, is his infuser. Better safe than sorry. The fear of the unknown will not get the better of him. "I have all I need now. I'm ready."

'It's time for you to take centerstage.'

When a performance is demanded of him, he shall not disappoint! He cautiously walks up to the portal, looking behind him to ensure Salem is soundly asleep and serene. With a determined nod, courage welling up inside his chest, he steps through the portal.

...

It feels like Eito hasn't moved an inch. Not in a literal sense, since he definitely took a step forward into this unknown dimension. Yet he never thought he'd end up right back in the courtyard. While his eyes adjust to the sensation of déjà vu blindsiding him, another heightened sense gets right to work. Everything smells off. Some scents are eerily absent while other unfamiliar scents invade his nostrils. The strongest of them all is the stench of a human. A vile mixture of tar and... spoiled milk?

His eyes pull the source of his discomfort into focus. It's Takumi. A different Takumi. In one of the cages. Not his. Through the bars, the stubborn teen's form is similar in its melted appearance. However, among the blood and flesh rotting and regrowing, thick tar pours from his pendulous jaw.

But that's not all. This strange Takumi's stench carries over into the other cage. Where a reflection of himself stands alone. But it can't just be any reflection. It's that one. The disgrace. The broken mirror. And as he most recently learned, the host infested by a parasitic Takumi that killed his own Takumi.

To say Eito is enraged is an understatement. "YOU!" He roars, stomping up to the alternate's cage. "This must be why I was brought here! I've been sent to destroy you for the death and scarring of my Takumi! You will pay for your heinous crime with your blood!" He reaches under his jacket to grab his infuser. WAIT! He stops. That's right... Takumi told him not to harm this deplorable version of himself. He had a promise to keep.

Eito steps back, crossing his arms. He retraces his thoughts, finally realizing that not only this reflection, but a Takumi being inside the cages here were oddities of their own. "Actually... I'd like to ask a few questions first. For starters, why are you and that Takumi caged?"

[sapphic-dice]

Random thought/plural interaction.

“Wow I really drank that respect woman juice. I fucking became one”

“Guess that means we have to respect ourself.”

“…”

“…”

“Damn it.”

[laurfilijames]

It continues to break my heart that people continue to go through masterlists and "read" fic upon fic and not say a word. Not even consider a reblog of it, just pass by with a simple like.

What makes the blow even worse is getting a new follower, and checking their blog (mainly to verify they're not a bot or minor) and see that they DO in fact, reblog other fics from other writers, just not the numerous ones they've gone through of yours.

And then what really rubs salt in the wound is when they're fics from the most niche fandom, for a character hardly anyone knows/cares about, and they still have nothing to say about it. I just know if it were me finding an author who dedicated hours to creating a whole life for my beloved character outside of the one small piece of media we were given, I'd be singing their praises from the rooftops and thanking them, and most definitely doing my best to strike up a conversation because how amazing is it to find someone else who loves that one unpopular thing as much as you?

More and more incredibly talented writers and artists are leaving this platform because of issues like this and it's honestly no longer surprising. Engagement and interaction are so tragically low and only getting worse, and it's discouraging people from wanting to continue sharing the things they love because fandom was, and should be, about the community that surrounds it.

Please, for the love of fandom and all the things you love, engage in some way other than likes.

[sealdev]

Hello

[asknerdizzy]

Seline grit her teeth. She opened the door to Sigmund's cell, "... Dr. Kyle wants to speak to you. You too, Stevie," she turned to the young man who was sitting just out of sight. [ask-a-guard-dog]

Sigmund reluctantly got up and moved to follow. Albeit he was nervous to see the man again after everything…he was intrigued on what he wanted to say to him.

@ask-a-guard-dog

[yridenergyridenergy]

Kaoru and Die entertaining the audience after Kyo stomped off the stage early into Sustain The Untruth because they weren't singing.

[sysboxes]

[Text: This alter is wary to interact with others, please be cautious!]

[Text: This alter is wary to interact with others, please be cautious!]

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