#theyr safe from reports ^^

[fuka-petals]

my hagane flower design. finishing up a hagane kase then I'll do piko, mayu, n yohio...

also they only use they/them 👍

[jvzebel-x]

news letter from SWOP Behind Bars, sent Monday, July 17th, in regards to the Woodhull Freedom Foundation's constitutional challenge to FOSTA

[images 1,2,&3 text:

"The D.C. Circuit Court of Appeals ruled on Friday, July 7th 2023, that the Fight Online Sex Trafficking Act (FOSTA) is constitutional, upholding key portions of the law that critics have said intrudes on First Amendment speech protections and harms sex workers.

FOSTA suspends Section 230 of the Communications Decency Act of 1996, a law that grants online platforms protection from liability for user-generated speech. After FOSTA passed, social media platforms were forced to censor sex-worker generated content in fear of being held criminally liable under the law. Since becoming law five years ago, FOSTA has been condemned for making sex work more dangerous and increasing online censorship. While lawmakers passed the law to combat sex trafficking, critics have alleged that the law has hindered law enforcement from using websites to catch actual traffickers, and that sex trafficking reports actually tripled the year after FOSTA was enacted.

Although the Court did not issue the constitutional ruling that was sought, it held that the law must be interpreted narrowly in order to avoid “grave constitutional questions”. By imposing the interpretive discipline Congress lacked, the Court ruled out many of the broader applications of FOSTA that caused Woodhull and its partners to challenge it.

Specifically, it held that FOSTA “Does not proscribe facilitating prostitution more generally, which could extend to speech arguing for the legalization of prostitution or that discusses, educates, or informs about prostitution.” It also clarified that the law “Does not reach the intent to engage in general advocacy about prostitution or to give advice to sex workers generally to protect them from abuse. Nor would it cover the intent to preserve for historical purposes web pages that discuss prostitution.”/text]

[ferrarifudds]

I Love You So. ✷ Paige Bueckers

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Cheerleader!Gf!reader

Summary: Loving her in secret was starting to hurt, but for Paige, loving you out loud meant saying what she’s never said before.

Word Count: 2.4k

Disclaimer/s: SOME angst, fluff, whole shabang or wtv

Vera’s Voice! THEYRE NATIONAL CHAMPIONNNSSSSS PAIGE MYBSHAYLAAAA 😭😭😭 they deserved that so bad , such a beautiful way to go out. so here , i bestow upon you, a paige imagine Heh… hope u enjoy smirk :3

The hotel room was quiet.

The kind of silence that feels thick, suffocating, like it might collapse on you any second. You were sitting on the edge of the bed, your cheer hoodie still on, knees tucked to your chest, staring out the window at the lights of the city below. The glow of the streetlamps flickered like a heartbeat, but it did little to soften the ache in your chest.

You’d been quiet all night. Too quiet. Since the interview.

Since she said it.

“It’s just me and only doing me.”

The words echoed in your mind, repeating like a broken record. Paige’s voice, cool and casual, her eyes bright as ever in front of the camera. The reporter’s question, thrown at her so carelessly, had slipped out without hesitation.

And then it was out there, plastered everywhere.

You understood. You really did.

You’d always known Paige wasn’t publicly out, and you’d never pushed her to make any declarations. You loved her in the quiet moments, the ones where it was just the two of you, when no one was watching, when everything felt safe.

But hearing those words from her, on national TV, made you feel like you didn’t exist. Like you weren’t worth mentioning.

The hurt had settled in quietly, like a stone in your stomach. And it had grown heavier with every passing minute.

Paige had been in and out of the room, checking on her teammates, getting ready for tomorrow, but you could feel the shift.

She could feel it, too. And still, neither of you spoke.

She finally walked over, standing in the doorway of the bathroom, her shoulders slumped with exhaustion. She hadn’t even bothered to change out of her practice clothes yet, her UConn hoodie and gym shorts still on.

“Hey,” She said softly, her voice holding an edge of concern. “You okay?”

You turned to face her slowly, managing a small smile. “Yeah.”

But she knew you weren’t.

“Come on,” She said, taking a few steps toward you. “What’s going on?”

You shook your head, biting back the frustration that had been building all day. You had tried to push it down, tried to let it slide, but now it was spilling out.

“I saw the interview,” You said, voice quieter than you expected.

Her face dropped instantly.

The slight panic that had been simmering in her eyes from the moment she walked in now took hold.

“Oh,” She said, running a hand through her damp hair. “I figured you’d see it eventually.”

“I wouldn’t care if you said ‘no comment,’ or, skipped the question Paige,” You spoke softly, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I don’t care if you don’t want to go public. I get that. But when you said—” You stopped yourself, exhaling sharply.

She didn’t move.

“But when you said that line—‘just doing me’—” You blinked hard. “That really hurt.”

“I didn’t mean for it to,” She said quickly, “It just came out. It was fast, and I panicked.”

You nodded, but a sigh still left your lips. “You could’ve said literally anything else. You could’ve said, ‘Just focused on the season.’ Something neutral. But you made it sound like you’re completely alone.”

She came to sit on the edge of the other bed, hands clasped together. “I didn’t mean to erase you.”

“But you kind of did.”

The pause that followed was longer than either of you liked.

“I know you‘ve preferred to keep it private,” You started gently. “I’ve respected that. I never wanted to force you into anything different. But Paige… we’ve been together for almost a year.”

“I know.”

“Then why does it still feel like I’m something you’re ashamed of?”

She flinched like the words physically hit her. “I’m not ashamed!” She almost too quickly in defense, nearly offended you’d say something like that, but her face softened.

“And It’s really not a you thing,” She said, voice low. “It’s a me thing.”

You waited.

Paige stared down at her hands for a long time, her knuckles white where she gripped them. Then, quietly:

“If I ever say it.. if I say something like, ‘I’m dating someone,’ or ‘Yes, I’m gay’—Then it… it becomes so real. Like, actually real.”

She paused.

“Not just hints. Not just little rainbow emojis or TikTok reposts. It becomes… something permanent. Something everyone gets to pick apart. And I’ve never said those words out loud. Not once.”

Your heart clenched. You knew that. Deep down, you’d always known it. But hearing it from her mouth—so soft, so small—it made your throat tighten.

“I’m scared,” She whispered. “Of how it changes everything. Of what people will think. What my family will say. I’m not ready to be… that version of myself. Not yet.”

You nodded slowly. “And I’m not trying to take that from you. I’m not. I just… I didn’t think it would hurt this bad.”

“I didn’t think it would either.” She replied.

The silence came back, thicker now.

“I’m not asking you to come out tomorrow,” You added, after a moment. “Or even next week. I just wanted you to see how it’s been aching. Because I’m not some phase you can hide behind closed doors… I’m here—I’m yours. And it’s hard to keep being okay with pretending I’m not.”

Paige swallowed hard. Her eyes were glassy. “I get that. I do. But can you just… let me figure it out in my own time?”

You nodded, but your voice was barely a breath. “Yeah.”

She looked at you then, like she wanted to reach out. Wanted to hold you.

Say something. Fix it.

But she didn’t move. And You didn’t either.

The weight between you had now grown roots.

Paige looked toward the clock, blinking slowly. “We should probably try to get some sleep.”

“Yeah.”

You both got under separate covers. The distance between the two of you had never felt so wide.

She laid there quietly, still, but her breathing told you she was awake.

You were too.

And for a long moment, the two of you just stayed like that.

Silent. Staring at ceilings. Thinking too loudly.

Paige turned once. Then again. You heard her shift, then go still.

There was always a kiss. A soft one before bed.

But tonight, she didn’t ask. And you didn’t offer.

The next morning, your alarm rang too early.

Too sharp, too abrupt.

You didn’t want to wake up, didn’t want to face the weight of what had happened the night before. But when you did, the first thing you noticed was the empty side of the bed.

Paige wasn’t there.

It wasn’t unusual—she was always up before you, preparing herself for a usual game day routine. But this morning, there was a coolness in the air. A hollow quietness.

You laid there for a moment, staring at the space next to you, the sheets cold from her absence. There was no soft rustling of her moving around, no whispered words, no little gesture of affection to start the day.

It felt wrong.

You grabbed your phone, checking the time.

Messages from your cheer squad had already come in, pumping up the team for the day, but your mind was elsewhere. You couldn’t stop thinking about the argument last night. How she’d shut down, how the words had slipped through your lips and the silence had stretched between you both.

It wasn’t just that she hadn’t kissed you good morning—it was the distance. The feeling that something had changed.

Something wasn’t right.

You eventually got ready, throwing on a hoodie over some gym clothes and made your way out, already mentally preparing for the day.

The game. The team. You knew what was expected of you. But the weight of Paige’s absence felt heavier than any game pressure.

By the time you arrived at the arena, the air was thick with energy. The crowd’s anticipation hummed around you, the buzz of excitement surrounding the championship game.

But none of it seemed to sink in.

You barely registered the music, the cheers, the chants. All you could focus on was the court, your eyes searching for the one person who meant everything to you.

Paige was already in her zone, stretching, her focus trained on the game ahead. She was the star of the show, her movements graceful and powerful as she warmed up.

But it was like a wall had been built between the two of you—one that neither of you had fully addressed. She didn’t glance your way. She didn’t offer her usual smile. She didn’t even acknowledge you as you stood along the sidelines, your cheer squad prepping for the game.

You could feel the coldness, the invisible divide, but you didn’t want to confront it yet. You didn’t want to make things worse. So you stayed quiet, trying to push the emotions down, trying to ignore the ache in your chest that kept growing with every second.

The first half was a blur.

UConn was doing well—but, Paige seemed to not be in the right head space.. and it hurt. She was barely executing every move with precision.

And every pass, every shot she made, felt like it was happening in a different world, one where you weren’t standing just a few feet away, trying to hide the hurt in your chest.

You cheered for the team, of course. It was your job, and of course, you were proud. You had to be. But every time you tried to catch Paige’s eye, she was too focused on the game, her eyes not straying from the court for even a moment.

You didn’t expect her to look at you during the game, not really, but you had hoped—maybe today—it would be different. You had hoped that she would feel the weight of the silence between you, that she’d want to reach out, to bridge the gap.

But there was nothing.

The second half carried the same tension. UConn was pulling ahead, and the game was nearing its climax. Paige was doing better.. she was everywhere—on the court, in the thick of it, her movements precise and deadly.

Every move felt like it had been choreographed for her. She was unstoppable, and UConn was on the brink of victory.

But all you could do was watch from the sidelines, feeling more like a spectator than part of the team. You saw Paige driving to the basket, her eyes locked on the hoop, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she glanced up—right at you.

Still, even with the final buzzer approaching, you couldn’t shake the feeling of distance. It wasn’t about the game. UConn was winning, yes, but it was the fact that you and Paige had been so far apart.

You had both been carrying this weight, and it felt heavier than anything else.

But finally, the buzzer rang.

UConn had won. She was a national champion.

The entire arena erupted into chaos—cheers, confetti falling like rain, the energy thick in the air. You stood frozen, caught in a whirlwind of sound and motion, but all you could hear was the thudding of your own heart.

Paige, surrounded by her teammates, was smiling that brilliant, radiant smile, the one that lit up the entire room. She was pulling in every bit of the spotlight, surrounded by reporters and cameras.

You stood on the sidelines with your team, watching her, but something felt wrong.

You were so proud of her—so proud of UConn. But it was like she wasn’t even aware of you there. The space between you felt wider than it ever had, even in the intensity of the game.

For a moment, you thought she might not come to you at all—like the moment, the victory, had completely consumed her.

And you really couldn’t blame her.

You tried not to think about it, to swallow down the hurt, but it was hard. Watching Paige smile for the cameras, a version of her that wasn’t yours, hurt more than you expected.

And then, just as you were starting to lose hope, you locked eyes with her.

And she was coming towards you.

She walked through the crowd, determination in her every step. The cameras flashed, and reporters tried to capture the image of the champion, but Paige didn’t even glance at them.

She only had eyes for you.

She didn’t stop until she was right in front of you. Without warning, she scooped you up into her arms, spinning you around with a wide grin on her face.

“What are you doing?” You managed to ask, laughing a little in surprise, still not sure what was happening.

But before you could say anything more, she cut you off with a kiss.

Her lips were on yours, urgent and fierce. No preamble. No hesitation. Just pure emotion, pure relief that this moment had finally come—finally, she was here with you, in front of everyone, not hiding, not running away.

You kissed her back, your hands gripping her arms as if you never wanted to let go. And when she pulled away, you were both breathing heavily, the world around you buzzing, but all you could feel was her.

She smiled, her eyes softening. “I needed that,” She said quietly.

You let out a shaky breath, your voice almost a whisper. “I needed it too.”

And then, without warning, Paige lifted you, this time pulling you into a tight embrace, her arms wrapping around you as she held you close and spun around.

The noise around you faded. There was just you and her. It didn’t matter who was watching. It didn’t matter what anyone else thought.

This was your moment.

“You’ve got me, always,” Paige murmured, holding you so tightly, as if she never wanted to let you go.

And in that moment, with the weight of the world still on her shoulders and the trophy waiting, you knew that you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

With her.

Forever.

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[colossrat]

Billy doesn't like using magic like Cap, it's so unfair!

But one day JL is all fucked up, Cap says "oh shuckles ig I have to" and then he turns the entire military alien attack into butterflies. They all freeze to death in space. The ones that were safe in space shit or on Earth, well, they're just butterflies now

GL: Could you do this ALL THE TIME?!

Marvel, crying like a baby, lips quivering and everything: Well, yeah. But I really don't like using my magic!

Batman: Why, Marvel? Does using magic make you feel pain? Are you okay?

Marvel: Kind of? It's just so unfair… I don't like using it on anyone because I feel like I'm abusing my powers.

They've been made of bitches for weeks by these aliens…

Marvel: The fact that I just wiped out an entire species doesn't help either. I feel a little bad.

Superman: You did what?

GL: You did WHAT?!

Marvel: I used a spell that sees their soul intentions first! Only the ones who were attacking us, plus theyr plan B, the government, extra reinforcements, and those with bad intentions towards Earth are now butterflies��� well, I guess I don't have anything to really feel bad about? Only the bad ones were benched

Flash: BENCHED?! YOU NEUTRALIZE 80% OF A SPECIES

Marvel: WHAT? NO. They're just butterflies now! And more like 98% because they were veeeery antisocial and hated everyone who wasn't their kind. The butterfly is a joke! You know? Social Butterfly.

Flash: What about the ones in space? They turned into popsicles! And they died!!!

Marvel: It wasn't my fault. I just changed their anatomy. The fact that they were in an environment that their new anatomy couldn't survive in is not my fault.

Batman: I'm going to take your report personally, Marvel… I need more clarification on your actions.

Marvel: Oh, ssssugar… can I at least eat some food and sleep first? I release a lot of magic, I need to take it slow. See?

He shows his hands that are shiny golden electric magic

Marvel: I need to rest or I might accidentally do some tricks without meaning to.

Zatanna over the comm: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT MAGIC EXPLOSION OVER THERE? I CAN FEEL IT FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE PLANET. WAS IT DIANA? IT WAS DIVINE MAGIC-- CHRISTIAN JESUS, ARE WE FUCKED?!

Constantine, mumbling in the background of Zatanna's call: Damn, I should have taught him how to do a paralyzing spell before the transmutation… but he certainly deserves some gold stars, those butterflies are cute.

[serejae]

I CAN TRY BUT I CANT HIDE IT FROM YOU | J.WW

introvert wonwoo bf thoughts

for my wonwoo babies :), sorry for inactivity school started 😢

mentions of dress to impress 😏

even though wonwoo isnt good at cooking hes always making your lunches. HE HAS THOSE LUNCHABLES ON DECK. and trust hes snacking up your lunch box

^he never forgets to put a toothpick in there for you just incase (as someone with braces this makes my stomach have butterflies)

i believe he secretly had made a sims family of you and him with 2 kids and 3 pets. he even spent time making your dream home

speaking of gaming, i know whenever you both play scary games, hes always going first and risk his characters life to save yours. if you both were running from the monster hes behind you making sure youre is safe first

wonwoo doesnt care if seungcheol or jeonghan constantly clown him but he always WILL play dress to impress with you. he always votes your outfit 5 stars even if youre completely off theme or have only shoes and hair on

if you get hate on your outfit in the chat he doesnt defend you in the chat because hes just introvert. but, he will spam report the person until theyre kicked or banned

wonwoo is the type to always agree to you “the restaurant is an hour away baby…ROAD TRIP THEN!”, he always listens to your rants even if its the most randomest or boring thing he will stare at you with heart eyes as you speak and agree “yeah i cant believe she’d do that…”

adding onto the last one he will throw you under the bus to get out of situations. (i love introverts) he didnt wanna go to the after party? “sorry my partner just called, i gotta get home” or the “my partner said no, sorry” yes, you tweak a bit because what if your reputation is ruined but you know he’lll keep using it as an excuse T-T

he’ll do all the tiktok trends you want, you wanna kiss all over his face? YES! you wanna wanna do a small tiktok dance? YES! you wanna do a couple fit check with your matching outfits and creeper keychains? YES! and trust, while hes doing the tiktok dances he has a big smile on his face that make his glasses go up from his big cheeks whike smiling. and please. hes reposting it on all his apps.

in real life he already barely post selfies, but if you were his partner his social media is a you fan account, his profile picture is you, all his highlights covers are you and full of you, his post are all you, and his bio has you tagged

he BEGS you to match usernames in games and on discord like even if you dont play or use the app he’ll still keep it

LIKE PLSSLSLSL IMAGINE IT FOR ME

“ilovethemsomuch” is typing…

“canheleavemealone” sent you one notification

if hes a idol in this universe, he’ll go crazy on stage using his deep voice (we know…lalali…) then as soon as he sees you backstage hes running to hug you while bringing you guys to a corner to be alone as he mumbles sweet words “missed you baby” “lets go home and cuddle?” “im so lucky to have you”

hes the small spoon, he loves being big spoon but at night after all the protecting hes done for you, he just needs a little recharge with laying ontop of you while he hides his face in your neck as you run your hands through his hair

man is the definition of gentle love. cannot convice me other wise

in arguments, never argues back. just sits there allows you to speak, yell, get everything out your system and pays attention to you speaking so he can see what he needs to reassure, clear, and tell you

in big dinner parties, whether in a restaurant or house hes always sitting by you. in these big settings he never wants to leave your side, he holds your hand and plays with the promise ring he had gotten you

wonwoo loves it when you take off his glasses. he sometimes pretends to sleep so you can take off his glasses and kiss nose. you never told him but you slowly figured out when his cheeks redden each time

babe hes so obsessed with you. has your picture as his gaming pc lockscreen, homescreen, and even google screen. his password on everything is your birthday and if the members figure that out its your anniversary, and if they figure that one out, its the first time you two kissed

has your initials made with little gemstones of your favorite color on the side of his headphones and controller

has a polariod picture of you on his monitor, and on his desk

loves being the underdressed boyfriend when necessary. of course wont be underdressed all the time but he has his moments when youre shining and hes just…there…….(he loves you being the spotlight)

also loves it when you order for him, dont get him wrong, he’ll order for you no hesitation but sometimes his social battery runs low……

wonwoo i need

[3liza]

i think RFK being an outspoken anti-food additive guy is going to be disastrous for food safety cultural awareness generally. one of the absolute worst things to be a stopped clock about bcause every single Colbert report liberal is going to get so reactionary about it. i mean food safety/additive scolds like myself are already on very thin ice re: sounding insane. i had many frustrating discussions with fellow leftists about PFAS (teflon) in the years preceding the recent "oops it turns out teflon toxicity has been a massive coverup this whole time" articles because "they tested it and it was safe lol".

teflon is an interesting example in particular, because for decades all veterinarians and bird owners above the beginner level of bird ownership have been aware that using nonstick cooking utensils inside your house was a great way to instantly kill all your birds, even if you weren't superheating the pans or using steel wool on them or otherwise intentionally aerosolizing them. it was just a known thing, not to do that. but for some reason this literal canary in the metaphorical coalmine was considered unimportant to the assumption that PFAS chemicals were completely safe for humans. this wasnt really a "dose makes the poison" situation either, nor was it like a "dogs cant metabolize grapes and will die from eating a snack that is healthy for humans", it was more like "you can have a little bit of lead paint as a treat but it costs another cubic inch of your brain every time you take a sip". the safe amount of PFAS to have inside your body or the general environment is zero, every particle above that level is bad for everyone. birds just die sooner from it because they're very small and very porous. i mean teflon still hasnt been regulated or demonized properly, that;'s going to take decades, as it did with arsenic, cigarettes, asbestos, lead, etc. until something like 26,000 people a year (as quoted in this video) are dying from provably PFAS-caused disease, the FDA isnt going to regulate shit. which is how it is with every horrible thing americans eat and probably a big reason why people with various chronic illnesses usually report feeling mysteriously less bad when traveling in most of europe, even when eating foods theyre "allergic to' in the USA

[heytemporary]

Thankfully I’m not at that side of the fandom where I have to see white fandom kkkueers already ruining the movie.

But anyways I’m just saying we can always collectively bully these people out of our space.

The movie is still relatively new, and the movie was targeted towards us so the fandom hasn’t reached uncontrollable global level yet. Meaning we still have time to make this fandom as safe as possible before it gets out of control.

These are the same people who would be more than ready to spit on us or our fictional representation in their majority fandom, so why should we give them a lick of grace?

All we have to do is just name & shame, report and block them off our feed. Make sure they know they are never welcomed in our space unless they choose to not only respect it, but be ready to hold their kin accountable if another white queer fan tries to bring their trifling attitude into our space.

This is different from the dismissive saying of “Don’t give them attention, just ignore them”. This involves pushing back.

As previously said don’t give them an ounce of grace. They know what theyre doing, and if they’re genuinely ignorant then that is up to them to research on their disgusting biases, especially since they have the time and energy to care about their own gay representation.

Don’t even make any jokes/memes about the situation because thats just watering down our pain, and it tells them that we’re not truly serious about it. We deserve better than that.

Atleast that’s what I’m going to do. And I’ll even take it a step further to block Remmick tags off my feed, and I don’t care if he’s shipped with a Black Reader/OC. I’ll only engage with anything Remmick if its a written meta analysis.

And if you think I’m moving too harshly then you are more than welcome to block me. Don’t know bout you but I don’t play when it comes to protecting my peace and wanting whats best for us….Especially (Darkskinned) Black (Plus Size) Woman.

[lurkiestvoid]

I have a couple things to say about the current tidal wave of harassment happening in the VG fandom bc of, apparently, surveys? Mostly for my DA mutuals and their moots:

Hey hi. I'm Jack. I know I'm not super active in the fandom and my presence is spotty at best; I promise I'm trying, it's a wild combination of anxieties and trauma and agoraphobia and digital privacy. I'm obviously not any kind of authority on fandom or community.

But I've been in lots of communities, and been involved in community/action organization irl. I have a moderate amount of experience, here, and that's where I'm speaking from. Cut for length but formatted for skimming:

1.) You can safely assume the vast majority of this "VG crit" is bad faith, and block liberally.

I've been seeing the kind of shit being sent y'all's way, and every. single. post. I've seen in this manner, the posts/anons throwing around "leftist" terms and "morality" and shit, are all chock full of red flags most often associated with saboteurs.

It's not good-faith criticism of a video game when it posits things like "There's no way anyone could enjoy this game ever without a baseline comfort for oppression" to imply fans are just Evil and Bad (character assassination), or that all fans/devs are "racist," "sexist," "xenophobic," etc (weaponized in-group vocabulary), among other things. This is further evidenced by the fact that they have now doxxed several people (terroristic 'mob justice', attempt at forced conformity/high control group).

2) While it's possible that maybe even most of these assholes are real genuine people who are just emotionally dysregulated and need to fucking touch grass, it is virtually guaranteed a non-zero amount of them are intentional antagonists, for one reason or another.

I know, the whole 'theyre not real' thing feels like trying to remove the blame from people doing literal harm and instead point to a vague conspiracy of bots as the culprit, but it's actually extremely common; as of 2025 more than half of all internet traffic is non-human and over a third is malicious. (Source: 2025 Bad Bot Report)

The thing about bad-faith community sabotage is that it's contagious. Just one or two assholes (who may or may not have multiple profiles, a suite of bots, etc) is enough to stir the pot, and because this is the internet, like-minded individuals will flock to them and parrot their dogshit witty one-liners and punchy "analysis" purely for the dopamine of "righteous" dog-piling, giving saboteurs a whole crowd to not only hide within, but a platform from which to amplify their toxins.

That's also what makes it virtually impossible to hunt them down. Witch hunts and callouts are a legitimate division tactic, because they often end up ostracizing innocent randos or peripheral participants rather than the few people at the core of it all. It makes for great amounts of infighting and high levels of suspicion, with a very low chance of success.

The only way to shut them down in digital spaces is to, essentially, stonewall them: do not engage, do not amplify, and curate them out of your existence. They will simply starve.

3.) Bad-faith antagonists and saboteurs REQUIRE "normal" interests and activity to blend in outside of their toxic behaviors.

It can sound maybe unhinged to assume trolls/antagonists have it thought out this thoroughly, but the best ones are multipurpose and well-disguised. Think of it as a marketable skill to certain types, called "evil social media marketing" where their whole goal is disruption and division. How much engagement can they generate? How effective are they at polarization? How long did it take them to get discovered/banned/kicked out, if at all?

This phenomenon isn't unique to the Dragon Age community in the slightest, and these strategies aren't new; they're actually decades-old but I've found if I mention that history by name those posts mysteriously disappear but it rhymes with "shmointel-bro" and it's a whole literal How-To manual that explains how to effectively disrupt and destroy grassroots movements and communities.

Anyways since this kind of thing is a little more "visible" on places like Reddit, it's easier to see in action there: like checking someone's user profile and finding they post random harmless comments in random hobby/interest subreddits, but they'll have one or two Specific Fandoms that they spend all their time leaving hate comments and ragebait. You can then scroll through their history and see things like, oh, this person has literally never played these games before the newest release. Or, what a surprise, they're also posting in the 'critical' subreddit, and oh look, they're enticing others to "raid" the fan sub because it's fun and free.

Sometimes, these folks will buy or even just hack regular randos' Reddit profiles, so theyll have an unsuspicious/hobbyist comment history to hide behind; these are a little harder to pinpoint, but things like a wide gap in comment history before they returned to spend weeks/months hyper-focusing on trolling a specific group, etc, can be flags.

However, Tumblr doesn't work like Reddit, so all we have to go on are usually recent posts/activity mixed in with all the reblogs of random content.

Trolls, definitely. Absolutely. "Fans?" "Community members?" No, not in the slightest. They have zero interest in community building, and they find community destruction to be fun or "good".

Saboteurs. Block and ignore.

The ones that don't "diversify" their "interests" and spread out their activity are more quickly flagged as bots and antagonists, and end up banned before they can do enough damage; these are the basic haters and trolls that don't do this shit like a full-time job. It is vitally important that saboteur profiles/blogs/etc seem as real and genuine as possible, for as long as possible.

4) The "why" comes back to that "marketable skill."

These kinds of bad-faith agents and their bot minions/duplicate profiles are very, very valuable for many, many organizations and many, many purposes. This isn't conspiracy so much as an open secret often called by other names: "PR campaigns," "astroturfing," "culture war," etc etc.

People get paid to do this shit. The better they are, the more they get paid. Sometimes they do it for free -- going back to the contagion of antagonism, tons of regular trolls and maladjusted goobers will happily jump on that bandwagon just for funsies, or for that "righteous" feeling. It's like superpowered fertilizer for the invasive, toxic weeds planted by random assholes.

But the paid ones, the roots, probably don't actually give a shit about anything they say. They don't care about this game, or that game, or that tv show, or that celebrity, or this or that Cause, or this or that stock ticker; they might not even know hardly anything about it, might just be frankensourcing their "opinions" from the community itself.

They don't actually give a shit about whatever 'discourse' about any particular topic, but they're here because you DO care, and because it's just another job to them, more metrics to put on their resumé. The more active/more popular a community, the more hype or socmed mentions about it, the more likely they are to flock in droves and set up camp on one side of the aisle or other (or both).

5) Healthy communities require pruning sometimes.

I know it's tempting to throw the doors open wide and just ask everyone to behave, and that digital spaces are unique in that you often can't just ask someone to remove themselves the way you can at irl actions, and that there is a very fine line to walk between tolerance and intolerance.

However, this is the paradox of tolerance: too much of it allows intolerance and bad-faith to creep in, and it's always contagious.

Curation =/= censorship. Pruning antagonists =/= censorship. Intolerance of antagonism =/= censorship. Those people are free to continue the discussions away from you, you have no power to actually force them to shut up (nor vice versa), and if they're Real Genuine Extra-Salty People they'll just continue bitching amongst themselves, elsewhere. The Antagonists will always seek to come back, though, whether by using sideblogs/accts to get around blocks or by spamming anons or threats, etc. They REQUIRE access to your community to be EFFECTIVE at their goals, and being shut out can make them act out wildly in desperation.

This is already hella long so a quick rundown of other signs/behaviors to watch out for:

- the massive astroturfing campaign of negative reviews immediately on release, often parroting each other (strong sign money is involved somewhere)

- thought-terminating "critique" with heavy moral implications ('if you like this game at all you're racist/not an ally/a bad person/etc')

- logical fallacies (STRONG contender, easy ragebait: black-and-white thinking, moving goalposts, refusing burden of proof, etc)

- outright false "critique" ('this has NEVER been mentioned before' when it has, 'this wasn't addressed at all' when it was, etc; more easy ragebait)

- weaponized in-group vocabulary, virtue signaling

- character assassination and smear campaigns

TL;DR: the antagonism on display in our community since VG released is majorly inorganic bad-faith deliberate division; you don't have to tolerate it, and actually probably shouldn't.

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

the abandonment issues au,,

where Sun and Moon gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss their way into ur heart

and then turn into sad wet baby kittens when u find out and call them out on it <3

(copy and pasted from the space aces discord, sorry fellas lmao)

abandonment issues au:

ok what if. fucked up au time

where. reader is the new daycare assistant or a mechanic or smthn idk theyre working withh Sun and Moon thats the important part

i think it works better if theyre like, Sun n Moon's handler? Bc they r closer that way and it makes it more fucked up lmaooooo

so basically. this takes place right after Sun n Moon had their best friend-handler person leave bc Sun n Moon had been acting increasingly volatile n buggy n rlly just having issues but the more the previous handler tried to talk to them abt it and fix it the more they got anxious abt getting decommissioned and would cover up the problems n act like nothing was wrong

and eventually one day the previous handler nearly got rlly hurt and knew they had to leave bc it wasn't safe for them and they left a detailed warning/report for the mechanics

(and they didnt say goodbye, not out of malice or anything just bc they didnt want even more reasons for Sun n Moon to act up/potentially hurt them or themselves)

so. the mechanics did a total clean up of Sun n Moon's system, basically left their memories but scrubbed their data of a lot of the 'feelings' they'd had- mostly wiping away the feelings tied to 'good' memories, and the only thing Sun n Moon could do to fill in the void of 'feelings' was assign different feelings in their place, so when they once looked back and felt happy or nostalgic, now they feel confused and angry and sad and betrayed bc why was all of that happiness taken from them?? why did their handler hurt them like this??

so the scrubbing of their systems, which was one thing they really really didn't want to have done for fear of losing their memories entirely, DID work in putting their issues on a much lower level,, but it didn't get rid of the issues entirely. Now they're just,, easier to hide or play off or ignore. They're careful around the kids, of course, but they do at times have trouble with their motor controls or their speech will glitch slightly, etc

a few handlers come and go, never staying for more than a week or so- none of them really care about the job, don't see Sun n Moon as coworkers but more like fancy 'machines' with no real thoughts or emotions, they normally leave after Sun or Moon has a glitchy moment and nearly hurts them or, in at least one case, does hurt them by squeezing their wrist too hard. more often than not, the ppl applying for the position read the list of warnings n cautions and are like 'hell nahh' and bail immediately

then. in comes,, reader. local dumbass. most endearing of idiots. a bit dense. very much clueless. dearly beloved

you're the first one to really treat them like your coworkers, making small talk and being friendly and kind and patient and laughing at their jokes. you smile when you introduce yourself, offering your hand for them to shake- not afraid of them or their little twitches at all. god, how they missed that. you remind them of their previous handler, if only in how you see them like theyre people and not machines.

and they make a mutual agreement to do whatever they can to keep you as their handler. even if it means dodging around company rules and policies by doing something like crumpling up the confidential 'warning' forms, ortelling the occasional white lie, like forging your signature onto the papers when your back is turned and making sure it makes it to your manager without either of you noticing who exactly was putting it on their desk.

you've already started calling them your friends the first time they have a glitchy moment. you're doing detailing work on their endoskeleton, really just cleaning dust away and making sure everything looks the way it does in the manual, when they break something- a tablet, a pen, your phone, whatever it is, it happens in an instant and startles you.

when Sun n Moon come to and realize whats happened theyre terrified. what if you use this as some kind of excuse to leave? What if you abandon them, just like their previous handler did? What if you start treating them differently, or you tell the staff that they need to be scrapped

so when you ask what that was about, they're frantic, quick to come up with something, anything that might make you shrug and forget all about it,

"Well, you WERE just working on their insides, right? That must have been something YOU did to suddenly make us do something like THAT! There's no way else it could have happened. Right?"

You take the lie hook, line, and sinker, apologizing profusely, promising to try harder to make sure nothing like that happens again. The relief they feel is almost euphoric. They pat you on the head kindly, reassuring you that they know you didn't do it on purpose, it was just a little mess up! You're fine, friend, we forgive you.

From then on, they dodge blame and truth alike, most often redirecting your attention to something you must have said or done to make something so strange and out of character for them happen so suddenly, and you believe them, full of apologies and careful words and actions and nervous worrying about doing things wrong and hurting them somehow. It's cute, how anxious you can get. It's cuter, how you melt for their comfort and reassurance. 

They play the song and dance with you again and again, weaving doubt and guilt into you more and more frequently. Until one day, you mumble something about how 'maybe i'm not cut out for this, maybe i should switch to be on the janitorial team instead, or some other department, i don't want to hurt you guys, or-or be the reason someone else gets hurt, i clearly dont know what im doing, and it's only gotten worse, maybe i should talk to my manager,,' and they panic

don't be silly, friend!!!! you can't just leave like that, what about the kids, what about that puppet show you had helped them plan, did you really want to just abandon all that?? so what if maybe they had the occasional hiccup, you were always there to smooth it over, who cared whether they dropped things from time to time, or- or broke a toy or two, that didn't matter, did it??? You were getting so good at being their handler, your little mistakes were normal, come on, you don't want to leave your very best friends. Do you?

and you cave, agreeing to stay, and they are so, so extremely careful to hide their little moments from you for several weeks, making sure you don't notice their tiny twitches or split seconds of glitchy voices, maybe keeping a closer eye on you than would be comfortable, watching over your shoulder each time you type up a report about the day, giving the manager a loathsome glower behind your back whenever they happen by,, and every time you leave you say 'i'll see you guys tomorrow!,' they grab onto your sleeve and respond with 'promise?' so you always know that they really, really do want you to come back

and then. one day,, you decide to go looking in their files for something small and silly, like what kinds of updates had been added to their pick-up protocols, and you find the warnings and cautions forms

and you see your signature on them, but you would definitely remember this and you are absolutely certain you have never seen these papers in your life. and you take the papers and you go to ask them about it.

"i thought you said you never had any problems before? you told me you never had any issues before but this- this is full of things that you- and you, you've been having these problems for that long??"

they stumble over their words, frantic, panicked, backpedaling on everything theyve ever said, trying meekly to grab the papers from your hands, piling excuses on excuses 

"you knew? you knew you were having these problems, and you didn't tell me? and you- you told me it was my fault!"

you're close to tears, hurt that they lied more than anything. you keep backing away from them, dodging their attempts to get the forms. they don't know which is worse- seeing that look on your face, or when they were left without so much as a goodbye.

"you could have told me. i thought i was the reason for everything, i thought i was hurting you, and you just... you lied right to my face and let me think that."

theyre putting on their best soothing voice, movements slow and gentle, wanting to comfort you and wipe those tears away and reassure you somehow that this- this isn't their fault, none of it is, it never was, they're fine and you're fine and nothing was ever wrong, and everything will be fine if only you calm down and stay

you can tell they arent really listening. you take a deep breath and turn away from them, scraping the tears from your face. you tell them you're going to go home and write up a report about all of this and when you come back you can go over it together before you send it to management, but right now you're leaving because you need space to breathe and time to think

but all they hear is that you're leaving, and they panic.

they don't hurt you, of course! but right now you're not allowed to leave.

you try to shut out the sound of them crying and apologizing and begging, even if it breaks your heart, because right now all you want to do is go home and lie in your stupid bed and have a stupid cry in your favorite pajamas. but you try every door you can think of- none of them open. you've sstayed past closing more than once, but the doors aren't normally shuttered for another two hours,, and you're pretty sure the night guard isn't even here yet

the entire time you're walking around the 'plex, Moon is trailing sadly behind you, waiting with the saddest, most pathetic wet cat look an animatronic can achieve, for you to turn and face them again

and thus begins what is probably the longest night of your life, spent trying to avoid your animatronic friends/coworkers who are acting like the worlds clingiest ex who just got broken up with and who can't stop dropping sad love songs in ur dms

by the time morning rolls around, they agree to actually go to parts n services and cooperate and try their best to get whatever is wrong with them repaired, even if it means they might get decomissioned. in the mean time, you promise to come back once they're fixed and work with them to help them get back to their old selves- or at least, back to how they were before any potentially dangerous bugs

basically this is the 'sun and moon have abandonment issues and gaslight you abt it' au

idk what else would happen tbh idk why i thought this au needed to exist either but here we are *lays facedown in a puddle*

[underatedwords]

notes from fp2 - jeddah

track action

the representative practice session, track is cooler and rubbered in somewhat

gabriel suffering from a fuel leak, had to have his fuel tank removed and missed the whole session

at the green flag, carlos and hulk had to be pushed away from the pitwall after attempting to join the queue - pit lane is very tight so couldnt turn enough

alex out on the hards and had decent one lap pace, up in the top 5

charles had a big snap of oversteer into t13, but managed to keep it together

kimi locked his left front tyre then suffered oversteer through the chicane

pierre bumped the wall on his first quick lap as they find the limits

lando had a minor moment in s3 so couldnt complete his second flying lap

oscar was also lacking grip on his second flying lap, so first lap seems to be crucial

pierre reporting he "cant brake", pitted and back out fairly quickly

isack reporting he had "a bad hit, ecit of turn 4" but no obvious damage

kimi had a big span in t4 as well, just losing the rear - lacking rear grip

alex reporting he "just skimmed the wall" on the outside of the final corner

kimi also reporting he "clipped the wall at the end of the last corner" - perhaps not hitting the apex early enough to then make it safely through

jack ran straight over the kerb at t10, likely damaging his floor, but avoiding a lock up and collision w/ the walls

red flag w/ 8mins to go - yuki was in the barrier at t27, just got too close at the apex, hit his front left wheel and broke the suspension and steering column, and shattered his front wing on impact

green flag w/ 52s on the clock, enough so the drivers can do a practice start

mclaren's rear grip is very impressive, much easier for them to carry speed into the corners

ferrari had really strong pace initially when they were on the mediums, but seemed to lose it all as soon as they went out on softs

mercedes looking really good through the highspeed t22, can keep their foot in and keep it on track. theyre also looking really stable in the low speed corners

could be a high plank wear track as the cars are run as low to the ground as possible - already had two DSQs for plank thickness this season

[magpod-confessions]

I see a LOT of people approaching coasters as just being Of The Vast.

I am autistic, special interest in coasters, so heres my tired ramblings as to my thoughts+ interpretation.

I actually think, beyond the falling aspect, the vast would rather reject rollercoasters. The tallest - being built as I type in Saudi Arabia - still does not breach 1000ft. They are tiny in the grand scheme of things.

So when i consider Rollercoasters and Fears, to me it depends from coaster to coaster.

For example, Alton Towers has height restrictions meaning that they cannot build anything visible above tree height due to the grounds being historical. So they are most definitely not vast. The tallest is 30m from ground level. There you see a wide range of fears represented. Buried with the 2 nemesis attractions, spiral with smiler [even a little bit eye], dark for Oblivion, end/corruption for 13, hunt for rita.

But rollercoasters as a concept & the fear of them seems to come from fear of The End, The Desolation or the web.

The end - self explanatory. People get the idea that theyre not safe. That theyll fall out, or get hit or whatever. Youre more likely to get struck by lightning twice but go off ig.

Desolation - same type of people who would see coasters as part of The End, but this time they looked up "top 10 most dangerous rollercoasters" and realise that a lot of incidents don't end in death, but end in devastating illness. They don't look at actual reports, mind you, they just think it's thrilling to treat irl tragedies like creepypasta.

The Web - the one most closely related to my specific fear of it. The knowledge that, even though you trust the operator, your life is still in their hands. Knowing theres nothing you can possibly do beyond just sitting back and hoping.

Anyway it is 2am nd ive been awake for 18 hours so i am out

-🎢

[Final statement, i think Jon would like starflyers, Martin would like a good B&M invert, Tim would like a coaster with a good gimmick (wing coasters, flying coasters), and I wont pretend to know Sasha well enough to assign her one of these. Id probably guess a Mack extreme spinner. If she ever got to experience one]

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[akkivee]

sorry that i came off as saying bb is underdeveloped in that previous ask! i love the bros a lot and theyre my favorite division i think i was just getting caught up on stan twt being stan twt again and reading conversations between hypmic stans saying theres not a lot going on for them ;v; i thought it was kinda silly some people are reading into stuff that happens in the MOVIE too seriously, esp that the movie deems it the “final” drb. at the same time for the most part movies arent canon to the main storyline in animedia anyways so idk why people were bothered by the “plot holes” 😭 like if people are gonna be bothered by thay freeze frame of rei with jiro and saburo idk why theyre not also bothered that samatoki and nemu havent Completely ,,reconciled” (if thats even the right word for them) etc.

but needless to say even tho there can be like content droughts (?) in hypmic and having finally caught up with the drama tracks im just excited/curious as to where we’re headed next in the story!

-sorry if this did not make any sense and i yapped a lot in the end 😭 ((most of my oomfs are now casual hypmic fans now and i really enjoy reading ur perspective on stuff that goes on in this series so i hope u dont mind this wall of text))

you were just asking for an opinion about the common perspective about bb in this fandom lol, you didn’t say anything about that yourself so you have nothing to apologise for ✌️

but the movie is interesting, bc in canon, it is the final drb, like it’s not a marketing scheme, chuuoku did their usual drb announcement video and they said this is the last lol. based on the fact that there’s so much stuff left unexplored tho, i think it’s safe to assume that this is the last chuuoku hosted drb and mayyyyyybe there’s room for other types of music festivals to bring the nation together in a similar fashion (*coughLIKETHEBLOCKPARTYcough*) tho ofc we won’t know until we enter the post drb arc lmao. like what’s up the championship situation if everyone’s the champion????? that’s been the most confusing thing for me about this movie lol 😭😭😭

anyway are we tweaking over crunchy images again lol??? like where’s all this coming from type beat???

yeah it’s fanservice but there’s reason for it lol

doppo has been shown to laugh like comedy was invented right before his very eyes when sasara tells a joke in the block party dts this is full circle lol

jiro and saburo look disgusted rei is in their vicinity lol there’s no forgiveness there, that’s rei being given a slight inch after the events of my generation, since jiro and saburo want to hear the truth from their father, and rei taking a mile with it LOL

📚🥂🌔 our jekyll and hyde trio honestly lol yall aren’t gonna find a trio that has messed around with their pronouns and identity more

throw in some hitojaku so those fans aren’t starving after watching rmjk roll around on stage lmao

further showing off that ramuda and ichijiku are done being the bane of each other’s existence lol and i’m not sure why rio’s gotta third wheel them, but fck it, we analysing shit uhhhhhhh, ichijiku used to be a reporter and reported on government news (a whistleblower i think even), rio answered to the government as a soldier and ramuda is the same, but they’re all government pawns be it previously or currently

it’s not like dice approved of what his mother has done either btw!!!! we don’t necessarily know what dice was running away from, tho we can make assumptions based on otome’s life!!!! they both needed to run away from that family and it’s nice they can bond with that still ;w;

sure they’re on opposite sides, but they understand that lol, there’s nothing wrong with them showing how they’ve missed each other now that the battle’s done ;w;

similarly to rio, idk why juto is third wheeling ichikuu, but unlike the other trio, idk if i have any mental gymnastics i can do to justify it LOL. uhhhhhh the cop (authoritative figure) is trying to stop the teen delinquents from doing their thing

🎶WERE ALLLL IN THIS TOGETHERRRR🎶 and gee, i hope there isn’t a character in this series who hates seeing bonds so much, she goes out of her way to destroy them!!!!! :3c

[pumpkinsy0]

the gang finding out about papercut hcs? like the after affect of them finding out maybe

okok i actually think doing hcs of them AFTER they found out is super interesting

•when pony says hes “gonna go out” without fail either darry or sodas gonna say “with who”, and they would say it SOMETIMES, but now they say it more frequently in a bit of a suspecting tone

•steve sweaarrssss pony became more if a smartass when they found out he was dating curly and hes not 100% wrong

•when it comes to johnny, i imagine that he WANTS to know how the fuck they even got together, but more than anything he just wants to make sure ponys safe, so hes a bit apprehensive and protective of pony while curlys around, its not obvious, but thats bc johnnys more so an observer, he watches how curly acts w pony and only reports something if pony aint feelin so good

•just to get it out the way, before soda just didnt like it, the first question he asked himself was how didnt he notice and now considering hes w curly, he takes a lot longer while looking at pony, and questions him a little more when theyre in bed

•the notice that pony rlly doesnt smoke AS much, and theyre surprised to see that cause out if the gang hes like ine of the biggest smokers, and hes holding that back????bc of CURLY????? whats going on between em

•part of the reason y they were so hesitant w them together id bc of who curly was yes, but also they just,,,dont know how curly is in a relationship, so they dont know how to go, they know curlys an aggressive guy n can get into some bad situations so theyre just scared for pony

•pony HATES that the gang found out, for obvious reasons, but also bc he hates being babied and watched over, and he hates it EVEN MORE when the gang pretends like they arent doing it, and thats exactly what they do, its like everything has to b perfect to them in their eyes and he despises it

•yknow i think it would b funny if even sylvia knew about it bc 1) word gets around and 2) dally, and she just slithers up to pony like “so u and the middle shepard, huh??” and ponys shitting bricks, mostly bc he has no clue how to talk to her, in the end dally shoo’d her away from em

•if we wanna go down the “they all found them out at different times” ik they all had that ‘i suspected them that one time where they” convo over a card game, shit went on for like 2 hours

•pony tries not being the last person to get home or else he’s LITERALLY going to get interrogated by everyone, like darry will question him and when pony answers someone else would just butt in and add their own evidence to try and get pony to tell the truth

[elysiuminfra]

to be honest getting into a very bad car accident has changed me alot. i have learned alot from this. some lessons i have learned:

1. even in moments of extreme despair, where your entire world is ending, some people can be real fucking assholes. kick you while youre down style assholes. they see your suffering and just go, wow! how on earth can i make this worse? one such case is earlier. our landlord was going to tow our car and didnt even notify us. we were going to sell it for what we could, but they decided to tow it, make us pay for it, all without so much as a phone call. we had to go down and tell them no, we’re towing it thursday. so it’s handled, but it was the principle of it. another case is the cop who didnt take us seriously, to no surprise whatsoever, seeing that she was a cop. the lady who hit us, too - she just ran off. she didnt even make sure we werent hurt. my boss made me come in the day after it happened. i had to pick myself up and move on immediately. people with the power to help really do harm most of the time.

2. despite people’s capability for cruelty, there is an infinite kindness that lives in the hearts of many. complete strangers were ready to call us ambulances if we were injured. neighbors came to check on us. our friends hugged us and held our hands and held us while we cried. one neighbor calmly told me what i needed to do while i was panicking. call 911. report a hit and run. hand on my shoulder. you’re going to be alright. he joked about how his car got stolen when he lived in chicago and it turned up 15 years later. my downstairs neighbor sat with cyan the whole time and helped them file the insurance claim. my friend held my hand while i tried to sort through what happened. i cried alot. people are checking in still. are you okay? i can help you with this.

3. i was in shambles for days afterwards. i cry thinking about it still. it couldve been so much worse. my girlfriend, my partner, this person who i live my life with and live a life together with couldve died, if it had been a side hit. the thought of this reality was enough to leave me a crying mess. i couldve lost the person that i care about more than anything in this crazy world. one act of stupid cruelty couldve taken them away from me if they hadnt made the right decision. i dont believe in fate or miracles but i pray to g-d. theyre safe. i’m safe. we’re unharmed when it could have been so, so much worse.

4. no one will save you. people will help, but sometimes you do have to pick yourself up and keep going. you have to because you have a life to live, and people to live it with, people who love you, who were so scared getting the phone call that an accident happened. we were scared, but there are people who are scared of losing you, too. you have to keep going and take care of yourself. in the grand scheme of this world you are one of billions, faceless and nothing to many, but in this small little pocket, youre everything to someone. so i will get up and keep going. i have to.

[innerclouddaze]

You know the posts recently about bbh neg on twter, the timing of it with that going on, makes me want to hurl, they don't give a shit about "victims" or the real issues. They just want to dunk on the next cc they hate using the current "momentum".

You know what, I say let them go ahead and try to "cancel" Bad, really, go ahead. They're just regurgitating shit DSMP fans has said over the years again and again about Bad. Its fcking funny actually. Oh not forgetting they had to invent new ones or ones THAT THEIR FAVES HAVE DONE TOO BTW, to "cancel" Bad. To think I was looking forward to QSMP fans being "healthier" or "better" than DSMP ones, oh boy am I sorely disappointed.

Let them run their mouths about Bad. Cuz I'm 100% sure the CCs , QSMP admins, and Quackity give 0 shit about them. Etoiles knows and has already expressed how he knows that Bad is overly hated by the fandom and how he receives neg on the daily. Despite knowing that, he's still cordial with Bad. And he even expressed how he tries to not be "angry" or "frustrated" at Bad or else the parasocial fucks will come running to "defend" him from "evil" BBH when he has said a million times over that its not a fcking big deal, and hes just expressing himself NOT IN A NEG WAY. but noooo parasocial fucks be like "oh no my skunkrly wrunkly his feelings got hurt oh no" same shit with foolish fans. Fcking blind af. Esp the new ones who hasnt experienced the prank wars in dsmp. Fcking joyless fucks who cant handle a fcking block game that theyre not even playing. But thankfully, Etoiles stopped being so concerned, and well, yk with Foolish lmao same old same old.

(Disclaimer: SOME FANS NOT ALL, IM TALKING ABOUT THE TOXIC PARASOCIAL FUCKS, YES EVEN THE BIG ACCOUNTS ON TWITTER WITH THOUSANDS OF FOLLOWERS. You know who. Big numbers doesn't mean they're more RIGHT. A parasocial fuck is a parasocial fuck. Also, when I say parasocial, I mean the ones who are toxic and project themselves onto the CC. Being parasocial is fine, if it's the healthy kind, if you know what I mean)

I digress, there's no fcking unfollows or subtweets from CCs to Bad, unlike with D or F. In fact, some CCs and CLOSE FRIENDS of Bad's have always praised Bad and defended him TO THIS DAY. If that is not enough of an indication of how unproblematic he is, Idk what else to say. Just fuck off and live a life in constant misery and hatred ig. That's why don't respond to fucks like that. Just mute em. They can yap all they want but it means SHIT ALL if you don't see it. BBH's community is WAY WAY smaller than the whole fandom (and theres wayyy more toxic fucks) so bbhs community saying shit back to the toxic shits will also mean SHIT ALL. They CLEARLY don't watch Bad anyways so what's the point. Better way to deal with this shit is fight the misinformation, that's all. Spread more positivity and give ppl FULL context and CORRECT information. If you see some shit against Bad, report it and send it to whatever ban list qsmp uses. Send it to mods or something. Ik that Bagi's discord has something like that.

Oh but ppl be like /rp or /lh or "it's just my opinion", who gives a shit. Still report them. We're not dumb. The mods or whoever admins are not dumb. That negative toxic fuck smell on it, is fcking obvious enough.

STOP GIVING THEM ENGAGEMENTS. We can happily stay in each others bubbles without ever talking to each other, AND THAT IS FINE. Don't let the negative fucks in. Mute and report them, and I guarantee you, that fcking stranger on the Internet, you'll forget within DAYS. those fuckers won't even exist to you, vice versa.

THEIR WORDS HOLD NO POWER OVER YOU OR THE QSMP COMMUNITY. KEEP THE QSMP COMMUNITY HEALTY AND SAFE. Fuck them toxic shits.

[prof-peach]

What's a happy adoption story that's occurred on the island? Conversely, what's one of the worst adoption attempts seen?

All adoption stories have a lot of joy in them for us at Dotaku, but I suppose one or two stand out.

We had a seemingly lost and quite old Mawile handed in to us, clear care put into their lifestyle, it's teeth were in good condition for its age, it had no illness, clear and soft skin, creeping joint aches but it was to be expected for the pokemon age, but it had no pokeball, so no trainer ID to return them to.

We expected someone to come for it, we even put out posters on the mainland to help find its trainer, but no one came forward. We eventually posed the topic of rehoming to the pokemon and it firmly refused, we did not bring it up again. This pokemon would sit every time people came off the boats at the dock as if waiting for someone, and each time would walk away dissapointed.

Five years passed, it had never given us trouble, was well behaved and kind in nature, even partook in plnety of island events with time, became one of the permanent fixtures here.

And then out of the blue, an old woman turned up with her grandson, visitors. We were made aware of the dimensia she was living with just in case she wandered off, and catered to it no problem. Staff report that she walked around without issue, enjoyed the grounds just line anyone else, until that is, she spotted this one Mawile, and the pokemon saw her, the two had a moment of recognition.

Theyre both in tears as soon as they reach eachother, the Mawile ran for this woman, we didnt know if it was hostile or not at first, but nope, there as a big hug shared and progressive tears. The grandson filled us in that his grandma use to have a partner but came from a village that just lived with pokemon, no balls, no fancy items, just a mutual choosing. But the Mawile had been stolen by a young trainer passing through years ago, with no pokeballs to stop the capture process, the boy assumed someone caught the pokemon and left with it, seperating the pair. It was kind of the one thing his Grandma would always look for in her later years, forgetting that she'd lost her beloved partner, becoming increasingly worried repeatedly as her illness worsened over the years. It caused a lot of grief.

we can only assume the pokemon got free or released, and was handed in to the island as a "difficult case" due to its reluctance to listen to others.

The woman went home with her pokemon, reunited after 5 long years apart, it brought a tear to plenty of the staff's eyes thats for sure.

On the opposing end we've had plenty of shady folk come in and try to adopt from us, but theres a few measures we put in place when were suspicious. I dont discuss the security precautions we apply in these cases to hide the pricess and keep the pokemon and staff safe here.

Despite this, one or two slip the net on rare occasion, it happens, were not perfect. One that stays with me was a woman who came in to look for a partner, making all the best attempts to charm a quite fantastic little Treeko, a rare variant with fantastic leopard markings. She was forthright and seemed ordinary, we went through our regular security checks and nothing came up on her ID, figured it was a fine match. So she went through the process of adopting, staff saw no red flags. I kick myself now, if i'd been around her with Val we could have stopped this, but i'd been too busy with other jobs to oversee that particular case.

She leaves with the pokemon, and we're none the wiser, but anyone who knows us, knows we do home visits after adoption to make sure a pokemon is happy and well. usually 3 within the year. Some of our staff turn up to an abandoned building, no pokemon, no people, nothing. The hunt began, Grey was quick to try to see if the pokemons ID had been pinged at any pokecentres, but nothing came up. We kept looking, and called in some favours at the local ranger bases and police stations to watch.

Eventually someone spots the woman in question, two regions over in Hoenn, selling eggs. She got pulled over for trafic violations while driving and got flagged. I went over personally to see what was going on, and turns out she was illegally breeding rare species to sell for huge money. The treeko was in BAD condition by this point, we took it back along with two dozen or so eggs, another Sceptile, and a pair of shroomish with unsual patterns that were on their last legs. She was taken to court for cruelty charges and served time.

The pokemon however were fine in the end, took some time to rehabilitate them, but they still hang around the island, that experience was traumatic for them so they choose to stay with us for saftey sake. We have no issues with this, and have since tightened our security checks. The womans trainer ID was a fake, a really convincing one, we messed up. It's cases like that that'll push us to all do better however, we learned a lot, and hold onto those failures to push forward in a better way.

Just glad the pokemon survived and are now healthy and happy.