#(don't fucking tell people to kill themselves!!)

[sabakos]

i mean dont get me wrong, being a visual artist kinda sucks, like its a lot of work to develop your skills and you have devote a lot of time to it in order to get better.

which means that if you've been doing that since you were five and now you're 25 and you meet a 15 year old that is clearly better than you who says that they've only been drawing for a few months.... uh, naturally you want to kill them and yourself. but you also have to bite your tongue because hating on another artist, especially one younger than you, looks to everyone else exactly like the sort of cope that it is, and to their credit most other artists find the crab-bucket mentality distasteful, no matter how much they secretly engage in it themselves. so you've gotta repress that urge.

meanwhile, enter the stupid robot that will let anyone make halfway decent art, even "techbros" who don't know enough basic rules of composition to tell when it fucks up, who don't care enough to notice when the fingers are all mangled or the eyes are wrong. you couldn't hate on the talented teenagers, but these techbros and their stupid robot seem like they might be acceptable targets by your standard, its not like they worked very hard for this. and now some of them are winning art contests against actual human artists!

but of course normal people who arent artists dont understand and still think you look crazy for shouting about something that doesnt affect you, so you gotta come up with a reason why this is harming you. maybe it's going to take your future job. maybe its "stolen" art and the law should be changed to make it a copyright violation. maybe it's bad for the environment. maybe its... not really art somehow? now, none of these excuses are very convincing and all of them fall apart under further examination, but maybe if you come up with enough of them and sound sufficiently angry about it, perhaps no one will notice the flaws, and the AI art will all go away and you can go back to pretending not to hate anyone younger than you. hey when was the last time you drew anything anyway?

[tremendouscreationperson]

Logan x Reader pt.16

They say you write what you know so Y/N is having a lil bit of a tough time

There be a little bit of a time jump - nothing major but I haven't written for a week and a bit so it felt necessary

It may not be massively long but don't worry, Victor is in this one, how we feeling about his characteristics? I want him to be the same but different because this world doesn't hate mutants but I don't know if I'm just butchering the character

<<Part 15 Masterlist

“So I'm conclusion, Dave, I'm still not having a great time. I'm being supportive of Gambit and Laura because they want to go to the X-Mansion and it kills me that she stays the night. Yeah, she texts me, lets me know how things are and sends me photos but she is making connections with people that I knew! She is becoming a member of the family. I returned home and it wasn't home. She returned there and it is. And I know that's selfish and stupid and I sound horrid but I am jealous. Jealous of my own daughter, fucking hell. I'm embarrassed about that too! Having to hide it from the others. Wade's off with the Avengers badgering Thor, Elektra has Maria and Natalie - oh no, sorry Natasha, they sent an agent to spy on us, I bet you're one, and the agent became friends, it's.... Anyway. Blade gets up to god knows what. And I'm lying to Logan. He asks for updates and I say I'm fine and I am really, I dunno why I'm moaning. I dunno why I'm making a huge deal out of this. But I'm sad. There's not really a logical reason for me to be sad but I am. And I tell him I’ve gone for a jog or I began a new book when in reality I barely get out of bed to feed the pigeons on my fire escape.” You held your arms, hugging yourself. “I dunno, and I know you're going to say communication is key, talk to everyone, but I don't want them to know I'm sad because I'm always sad. I don't want to be sad any more. I'm bored of it. I'm always the one that's struggling or that needs support and they always provide it but it gets tiring after a while, repeating the same task over and over again."

Dave's eyes pierced yours. He stared directly through them and at your brain, trying to dissect your thoughts straight from the source.

He observed your body language, how frustrated you were at yourself, how tired your bones were.

“First of all: communication is key.” You groaned. “Second of all: there are valid reasons for your lapse. You entered a place where you had made a home, you visited members of your family and they did not recognise or acknowledge who they were to you because they do not know. They are unaware of your pain, unaware that you share this bond. It is natural to feel displaced, especially with the bombardment of memories that you experienced, to be there in the past vs the future is striking, is jarring. And to top that off some of your closest frie-family have decided to make themselves at home there. Yes, you are jealous but you are hurt. Hurt that they would dare to go where you cannot. And I haven't even brought up your parents, yet.”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “Go ahead, why not?”

“Seeing your mother and father brings up your childhood trauma as well as feelings of neglect because she is doing well. She expressed pride when talking about mutants where your mother was scared. Was ashamed.”

You nod again, a lump in your throat preventing you from talking.

“And no it is not healthy to be lying to your partner. I'm sure he would not appreciate it and frankly I don't think he deserves to be lied to.

Fuck you.

“I guess it's just easier because it's texting.” You shrugged. “I couldn't lie to his face, not convincingly anyway. But he's found Victor and they seem to be getting along. I don't know why it was so important to find him. I don't think there was an actual reason to do so, I think it was the same reason I looked up my mom. I think he just needed to see his brother. Which I am not diminishing I just- I know it's important but I don't know why.. so I guess I'm confused about that, too?”

“You are feeling a lot of emotions.” He commented.

“Yeah,” your voice was an octave higher as you agreed. “I haven't felt like this in a long while.”

Dave's lip pulled in a half hearted smile and he began scratching down some notes. “Are you taking your meds?”

“I have been yes.” At your last session Dave had given you a prescription for some antidepressants. Well, no they were more like antianxieties but that didn't really roll off the tongue as well. You had seen Dave twice before this and, as everyone says, each time did get easier. He was still as curt as ever but you grew to appreciate that. No use in a therapist that coddled you.

“We may need to up them if you still feel like this in two months.”

“Two months?!”

“Medication takes its time to get into your system. The only pills that work instantaneously are placebos.”

Fair play.

“How's your sleep pattern?”

“Oh, did I tell you I found a coping mechanism?” He waved his hand for you to proceed. “At night when the nightmares come I do this-” you wrapped a field around yourself but this one was different. This field was stronger, was lighter, was flexible. Moulded to your very being. You had never been able to form anything like this before but one night in sheer terror you accidentally created it. It felt warm. Like a security blanket. “- and I don't feel as bad.”

“That's very good.” He smiled, his eyes scanning your body. “Is that new? The invisibility?”

“The what?” The field immediately fell.

“You were invisible.”

“I beg your finest pardon.”

“Y/N. You were invisible.” You weren't. You could see yourself when the field wrapped around your limbs, it was just the familiar purple hue around your body. “Did you not know?”

“I haven't been able to do that.” It sounded like a question. “I can see myself!"

"I couldn't."

"I have a new power? So I can heal and I can turn invisible? Wh-what else did Stark do to me?!”

“I'm sure Tony Stark didn't mean for this particular side effec-”

“Well, what side effects did he mean for?”

Dave didn't answer you, he let out a sigh and scribbled down on his paper.

~~

Walking home was fine. You stopped off to grab some seeds - the pigeons liked peanuts the best but they ate anything so you might be wrong - and ended up back at your apartment block in no time.

In the elevator your thoughts were wild, bouncing off the box walls.

So invisibility was a thing.

You could be invisible.

That wasn't bad.

Okay it was odd.

Really weird.

When you got back you'd have to take a video to send to Logan.

But why could you see yourself?

You'd have to test it in front of a mirror.

The doors pulled open and you waddled down to your front door in no time, key in hand.

Unlocking the door, you pushed it and paused at the man standing inside. He was in your front room behind the sofa (more towards your kitchen) scanning the place.

Even from his side profile you knew it was Victor.

His head swivelled towards you and he gave you a smile, canines on full display.

“Victor.” Your eyes left him for barely a moment, frantically darting around to see where Logan was, before landing back on him.

Victor eyed you up and down. “You must be Y/N.” He had such an intimidating aura, it was unnatural.

“Where's Logan?”

“Preoccupied.”

What the fuck was that supposed to mean?

You didn't want to think the worst, however that's all your brain could do at the moment. Still though, you kept your chin up, not giving him the satisfaction of looking away again. Victor's hair was longer - facial hair included, he had a beard rather than the stubble you were used to - which made it look lighter. It was still brown and wasn't quite touching his shoulders but the soft locks made him look vastly different. He still had the edge to him but this made him… he seemed wilder? His clothes were plain: a black tee with tan pants and combat boots but he had paired them with a long tan fur trimmed coat.

“Why are you here?”

“Why not?” He smirked, nose twitching. “I see why he chose you.”

You didn't know what to do. Why was he being so unsettling?

The door to your room opened and Logan came out, despite his face being covered by a beard you could see it lit up when he saw you.

“Y/N, hey!” He grinned, making a beeline straight to you. “You've met Victor?”

Logan's arm wrapped itself around your waist as he glanced at his brother. “He's being fucking weird but yeah, we've met.”

“Vic, c’mon don't be an ass to my girl.”

Victor gave a shrug, stepping backwards and running his nails against your counter top. “Can’t help it. She's divine, a nice little catch.”

“Victor, I won't ask twice. Not in her home.”

The man in question rolled his eyes but put his hands up in surrender.

~~

“So he's staying for how long?” You questioned sitting on the lip of the bath whilst Logan carefully shaved his face.

“I don't know.” His eyes met yours in the mirror. “When I found him we got talking, I explained the situation and I wanted to ask him about our father, I- I just wanted to talk to him. When the illuminati assessed me they asked about relatives and despite it all I said Victor’s name. Got them to update me if they found him because I knew if he didn't want to be found he wouldn't be. That's why I had to leave, if I hadn't and he vanished again I'd have missed the chance.”

“So… how long's he staying?” You repeated with a playful smirk.

Logan rolled his eyes. “I know he can be a bit intimidating but if he's anything like my Victor it's all an act.”

“I've just never managed to get along with a Victor Creed.”

“He didn't have anywhere to go, was roaming about in the snow.” Logan let out a soft sigh. “We have these spare apartments here and… he's my brother.” You could see the conflict behind the decision. See how Logan was unsure of himself. “Wanted him to meet you. To meet Laura, too.”

Your heart lurched at the low confessions. He was such a girl dad you loved it. “She's been at the mansion a lot. I can call her, tell her to come back tomorrow or the next day, we could go out for a meal or a museum or bowling?”

Would bowling work with his nails?

Logan tried not to smile but it didn't work. “I'd like that.”

Your eyes left his, flittering down to your knees. You couldn't begrudge his decision, he wanted his brother to meet his partner and child. It was a decision made out of love as that just made your heart swell.

“How did you find the mansion?” Logan finished with his face, turning to lean against the sinks countertop. “I know we've spoken about it on text but it's not the same as talking.”

“Uh, yeah, the mansion was alright.” You clasped your hands. “The same as it ever was.”

Logan was waiting for more. “That's it?”

“Yeah. Not much more to say.” You shrug one shoulder.

He frowned. “What happened?”

“Nothing.” You told him honestly because technically nothing did happen at the mansion when you went. You were just preoccupied with memories and then left to see your parents but that was off Charles' property. “Just was a bit meh.”

Logan still waited for any elaboration. He wasn't a fool, he'd noticed the sag in your shoulders and the bags under your eyes. Your hair needed some love and your skin a shade paler. The telltale signs of ‘Y/N having nightmares’, he had seen them back in his universe and been able to soothe you so why would this be any different?

“Please talk to me.”

You opened your mouth, wanting to talk to him. Wanting to divulge what had happened these past few weeks but you didn't. You couldn't. “I will but not yet.” You outstretched your hand and he immediately accepted it. “I promise I'm okay and I will tell you.”

Logan hated that. Hated that you couldn't tell him this. Weren't you marri- no, you weren't. Why weren't you? You were married but he wasn't but you were married to him. But not to him.

He should remedy that.

“I must confess though,” your sweet voice cemented it. He had to. “I liked the beard.”

Logan's eyes crinkled and he held your cheek in one palm. “Thank you.”

"It grew so quickly."

"My hair does."

Your eyes shone under the fluorescent tube. “But this is you. This is Logan."

Logan considered his appearance - his ‘kitten ears’ and mutton chops - and wondered if he was born in this time would he look different? Most people eyed him with caution but not you. You gazed lovingly at him. “I've looked like this for about 200 years, no use in changing it now.”

You kissed his palm.

~~

Victor had also shaved his facial hair when you reconnected. He wore the same oversized sideburns as Logan and fuck me they looked similar.

You gave him an awkward smile from the kitchen as Logan set the table. The two of you had decided on enchiladas for dinner and had obviously invited Victor.

Logan had offered up Laura's original apartment to his brother seeing as she fully moved into yours when you fully moved into his.

Your phone buzzed on the countertop, Elektra's name lighting the screen.

Elektra: Who's the man Logan let into the 16? X

Y/N: His brother x

Y/N: Long story, I will inform you when I have all the details x

Elektra: he's cute x

Y/N: if you want to keep thinking like that don't talk to him x

Elektra: LOL

You placed your phone into your pocket and, bent to pull the food out of the oven, calling ‘dinners ready’ over your shoulder.

Logan gestured for Victor to sit at the table, unlike the other apartments this one was circular so there was no faffing about with who's sitting where.

Victor sat, giving you a wary glance as the food was placed in the centre. “Careful it's hot.”

He chuckled. “You don't have to worry about me.”

“Sorry.” Of course you didn't. “Force of habit.”

Logan ran a hand up your arm. “Don't worry, it's sweet.” And then sat in-between the two of you.

“Oh!” You remembered drinks. “You guys want a beer?”

The two nodded and said ‘thanks’ at the same time before eyeing each other.

This was so strange. You darted off to the fridge grabbing two beers and a can of 7up for yourself. Beer tasted too much like alcohol for your liking and you were afraid to have any flavoured gin or rum in case the sour mood you'd been living in for the past week made itself known.

Logan dished up an enchilada for Victor, then himself and just as you were sitting he placed one on your plate.

“Right, Victor, I hope you like it.” You wanted him before he took a bite. “I had to look in the fridge and just make it work.”

“I've lived through wars, I'm sure this is acceptable.” He gave you a wink except this time you didn't feel revulsion. He was making a joke and you imagined many missed them due to how dry his wit was.

“It'll be the best thing you've ever had.” Logan boasted. “Y/N pretends she isn't but she's the best chef I know.”

You roll your eyes. “It isn't hard to put some ingredients together. I'm not amazing but living in the Mansion made me cook.”

Victor took a bite and scanned you. “You lived in the X-Mansion?”

You nodded, mouth full of food. “Mhmm.”

“In your universe?”

Raising a hand in a ‘one sec' sign, you chewed faster. “Yes, I've actually met another version of you. Your hair is longer.”

“The version Logan met?”

Logan shook his head. “Nah, we're not from the same universe. In mine his hair is longer, eyebrows too.”

Victor's eyes squint as he gives the two of you a look of disbelief. “You are aware this sounds like a crock of shit.”

“You're a mutant living in a world where there's super soldiers and planetary travel but alternate universes are where you draw the line?”

Logan sniggered at your response, looking over to Victor. “In both our worlds being a mutant wasn't a good thing. I ain't saying this world is perfect. There's still racism and homophobia and all other sorts of hate but in ours we were the most targeted group.”

“People sold mutants in the streets in mine.” You shoved the memory out of your mind. “There was this country Magneto had - a safe haven - but even that wasn't completely safe from the humans.”

Victor considered the words, silently chewing his food. “What did we do about it then?”

Logan puffed air out of his mouth. “You and I fought in wars mostly, we, uh, we differed. You liked the fight too much. We met again later and were on opposite sides.”

He frowned. “So you were with the humans?”

“No. But I didn't want to kill them all or enslave them. You were part of a group that wanted that. Don't get me wrong, you were your own man but you did work with them.”

“I fought you.” You chimed in. “It wasn't easy. You're fucking strong.”

Victor smirked. “What is your ability?”

“Force fields.”

Logan scoffed. “It's more than that. She can bend them to her will, create shapes, fight with them.”

“Oh, yes and Lo' I've just discovered that I can do this.” You recalled, forming the newer field around yourself. “Apparently you can't see me but I can see me.”

Logan's eyes were massive, his fork landing on the plate below. “Y/N? W-thats a new power!”

You released yourself. “Yes, I was having a horsey dream-” translation: nightmare “-and I did this then I spoke about it at therapy because it feels different - it's like a warm blanket around my body - and Dave told me I was invisible.”

“That's- that's incredible.” Logan's grin was so wide you were worried it would hurt. His hand squeezed yours tightly.

“I bet it has something to do with Stark altering me. So, Tony Stark changed my DNA because I got stabbed a little bit and he was upset that Logan called him in the early hours.”

“A little bit stabbed?” Logan sassed.

“Laura didn't mean it.”

Victor just watched you both, appreciating the background knowledge but still fairly clueless.

“Victor, Laura is our daughter. She's from another universe. One where they cloned Logan. She has claws too.” You supplied, addressing Logan. “She did actually respond, Lo', should be here tomorrow in the afternoon.”

He wiped his mouth with a thumb. “That's good, been a while since I've seen the kid.”

After that there was a natural lull in the conversation, the only sound being cutlery and mouth sounds until you asked, “What about you Victor? Tell us about your life.”

The man's eyes enlarged and he scratched his chin.

“Uh, my father - Thomas - was a groundskeeper in the Northwest, he had an affair with his employer so life was good until it wasn't. And that was at the same time that my mutation began to reveal itself too so shit hit the fan for us. We survived, I lived a lot longer than him. I fought in the Civil war, World War I and II, Nam. Uhm, like in your experience, I was not well received back in the Northwest due to my mutation, so it's good to see the changes in how humans treat mutants.”

“Have you got any family? Friends?” You pushed.

“I keep in contact with some of the War buddies - Steve, James, Isaiah, Grimm, Rex and Frank but I’ve never felt the need to settle. Outlive them anyway.” The last sentence was said with such a final tone that you didn't want to pry any more.

After the meal had been eaten, you spent longer at the table merely chatting about anything and nothing. Victor told you as he rose with his plate that the meal was “tolerable” with another pointed wink.

~~

Logan's eyes hadn't left you since you began your nightly routine. He watched you from the lip of the bath, mirroring your own actions hours ago.

"I barely survived out there." He told you as you cleaned your face.

"No?" You quirked a brow.

"You were all I could think about." He confessed without a hint of embarrassment. "I hated being apart. I don't want to be apart again."

Your cheeks warmed. "We don't have to be."

"I know." He hopped up and wrapped you into a hug, watching you in the mirror. "You're beautiful."

"What do you want?" You chuckled, suspicions growing.

Logan kissed your shoulder. "You, always."

You watched, more than felt, as his right hand slowly made its way downwards.

It took little to no effort in slipping under the sleep shorts and caressing your pussy. Your breath stuttered as he cupped you but not wholly because of the action but because of the determination in his eyes.

He had missed you.

Logan's fingers played with you and you let your head fall backwards, leaning on him, moth agape.

"Look at yourself, look how fucking hot you are." He nipped your ear. "How long's it been since I smelt like you?"

He entered his middle finger, met with slight resistance. You hadn't had the energy to fool around so it had been a hot minute since anything was in you.

Logan pumped his hand, finger sliding deeper. You whimpered as he met knuckle.

You'd missed this.

Missed Logan making you cum and forgetting all else. When you were bouncing on his dick was when you were happiest.

He kept the slow rhythm, carefully introducing his ring finger, and you were more relaxed than you had been in a long while.

Logan watched the tension ebb from you. Noticed the weight leaving your shoulders as you melt into his chest.

Briefly the short speech of your pharmacist echoed in your mind, telling you that these pills come with side effects - one being that it may take a while to climax. But then Logan licked your neck and you were back here. Fuck that noise, this was real and this was happening.

"He's jealous." Logan whispered, the hand that was settled on your hip pinched your left nipple. "He could smell how sweet you were."

"Hmm?"

Logan bit down on your neck, biting and sucking the flesh, marking you to high heavens before the skin faded back to its natural colour. "Fuck Stark."

"Logan, everyone knows I'm yours." Your eyes felt heavy with how relaxed you had become.

"Need to show them." The rhythm picked up and he kneaded your breast.

You released a breathy noise in response.

"Wish I kept my dog tags." Logan was genuinely upset. "Kept thinking about you in nothing but them." His hips shifted against you and you arched your spine.

"You thought about me?" When had your eyes shut? Either way you opened them to watch Logan lost in your pleasure.

"Every damn minute." He answered. "Nothing different."

"I missed you." Your eyes fluttered closed as your mouth opened, a moan tumbling out.

Logan's chest vibrated with his groan. "I love you."

He cranked the dial up to 11 and pinched your clit with his left hand so you could only reply with a nod. Logan kissed your neck in apology for being harsh to her but he could never say he wouldn't do that again. Not after your aroused yelp.

With a hand in you, the other paying attention to your clit, his mouth leaving open kisses on your neck and his own growls you were a goner.

Pussy pulsing around his fingers as you fell into his back. Your orgasm taking it out of you.

Logan - with an arousing amount of ease - bent to pick you up and carry you over the threshold into your room.

@killerwendigo @littlecrowtime @geeksareunique @lovelyvaderx @br3nt-12 @st1nkabutt @maximumchilddreamland @catiwinky @ravenmedows @electricreader @vulgarfuckinvirgo77 @bisasterbisexual @tzurue @narniansmagic @seamlessepiphany @4ria790 @caramelatae @mei-simp @slightlymediocree @h0n3y-l3m0n05 @the-ruler-of-death

[eldest-of-katts]

okay because people have shown up in my dms talking smack I'm going to make one blanket statement on the 1000 year loli chilchuck thing.

yes, there has been a problem with young girls being put in suggestive positions in anime with the "uhmmm she's actually a bajillion years old" excuse. yes, other characters don't treat chilchuck like an adult. yes, he is short with big eyes.

However, chilchuck consistently acts like a grown man. he- in both the manga and the anime- straight up just is an adult. He looks like an adult when he is any other race during the swaps in the manga. When the other characters get turned into half-foots they look similar to chilchuck. He is explicitly stated to have more dungeon and general life experience than laios, and he acts like it.

The 1000 year loli trope explicitly functions as an excuse to prey on people who are inexperienced and unable to advocate for themselves. Chilchuck is a parent, is a union organizer, has explicit boundaries that he enforces rigidly, and he is treated as an adult man by everyone who doesn't have a fantasy racism-focused character arc/issue.

I can see how if you haven't read the manga and seen that he has an established life that he later reveals (and haven't paid attention to him in the anime lol) you could get a mistaken impression about him. Marcielle does too in the source material! It's part of her character at the start of her arc that she has issues with longevity!

The thing that irks me a little about this interpretation is that it leans into the child-coded discourse that was prominent a while ago (she's short!!!!! but has boob???? ILLEGAL!!1!) and it does a disservice to the themes of infantilization as a policy maneuver hurting the working class.

I saw chilchuck and his labor advocacy for half-foots both as a metaphor for racism (obvious take ik) and for ageism.

The working gen z as a cohort are being infantilized and pushed out of job markets due to infantilization, similar to half-foots in the show. gen z is being maliciously portrayed as too young to vote, enter office, know themselves, know their rights, and take advantage of their resources. Simultaneously, child labor protections and protections against workplace abuse are being rolled back in the US. In Japan, young people are being worked to the bone for nothing and are becoming disenfranchised as a generation while simultaneously expected to be the labor faction that supports the postwar generations in their old age.

Chilchuck's being treated poorly I saw as a clever commentary on the ways infantilization allows for protections to be stripped away under the guise that "oh it's just a job for teenagers- they don't need more than minimum wage" or "let the kids rescue the economy! they're always complaining about that job market!" while simultaneously stripping away rights under the guise of protection- "We can't have that on the internet! think of the children!" "to protect these young people we must raise the age of medical consent for hormones/reproductive health decisions!"

Kui's work with this series spoke to me on many levels, and specifically, the infantilization issue touched me in a way that few other pieces of media have. The struggle to be taken seriously in a stem field as someone young, as someone female, and as someone who had a high-pitched voice to the point I did years of voice training to be taken seriously, chilchuck's character resonated. I (kinda) understand your instinct to think "SHORT! CHILD! RALLY THE MASSES AND KILL THE PEDOS!!1!" but in this case, it's misdirected- mostly because the author was trying to use this misdirection to prove something to you, the reader.

Kui consistently makes cutting commentary on modern issues, the show's take on food neutrality as its headliner, but also the author's takes on cultural issues and the environment (with a focus on our place in the food web as animals). I feel that reducing chilchuck's very conscious position as a tradesman and an activist discounted due to his apparent age down to "1000 year loli ewwww let's send this random tumblr user suicide bait" just displays a lack of critical analysis of the show and a level of disrespect towards Kui and the work as a whole.

TL:DR- stop sending me kys messages I'm fucking that old man

[antiendovents]

as a schizophrenic osdd system i think it’s really really ableist, uninformed, and just plain rude when fellow antis call endos “delusional.”

like yeah, thanks so much for perpetuating the harmful stereotypes about my disorder that are literally outside of my conrtrol!

also telling anyone to kill themselves, endo or not, is not a good look and is pretty toxic imo :(

nod, we were going to make a comment on that but anger is anger. They aren't telling people directly to kill themselves (I should hope) and I did mention in the tags I dont agree with telling people to kill themselves. Thought crimes are not a thing though and this is infact a vent blog, we will allow people to vent their anger here since that's what this is intended for.

We do agree that calling them delusional is a little odd, but I do not believe they meant it in an offensive way,, do I agree with it? No. But I will let them be angry for now, people make mistakes when they are angry and I'm sure that person had no intentions of perpetuating sterotypes or being ableist. Not trying to excuse it, but trying to give an explanation for why I allowed it to post. I did try add trigger warnings too, but if I am missing any feel free to let me know

It's important to know the difference between uniformed and ableist, there is also a chance they simply do not realise that calling others delusional may be offensive

[royalberryriku]

Thinking about how "self defence" is considered okay until a country the west is not allied with does it.

[voided-selfships]

Actually so fucking glad I don't look through the selfship tag

[clarasghosts]

the amount of disc horse I am confronted with on a daily basis within the iwtv fandom, as a bunch of blogs write lengthy posts about the worst examples of fandom engagement they see as if it represents all of the fans except for themselves and their friends who are Special and Smart™️ is so... boring. it's so trite.

you can't know, actually, everything a person thinks about the show based on some jokey posts they made. or even one serious post they made. but not only do I see people making exactly those assumptions, they then moralize their disagreements. it's the same old "I am a good person because I engage with a text in good, pure ways, and you are a bad person because you engage with it differently." it's so. boring and trite aren't even good enough words here. it feels like I walked into a high school cafeteria and everyone has formed cliques.

so if you're reading this, want to know how I engage with iwtv? the way that I engage with it is not the only way to do so, but I engage with it the way that my brain particularly loves to engage with horror. I engage with it down to the emotions, to the perspective. for me, horror is an exaggeration of the self. that we are all capable of anger and selfishness and cruelty and self-destruction. and we are all capable of love, whether unconditional or devouring.

[thecranewivesrpf]

now in addition to telling me to kms voice in he back of my brain is also telling me I'm r slur-ed. what the fuck 😭

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

90% of you are great, and I cherish you. But the things like 10% of you will say to each other over fictional characters living in fictional universes,,,,,

[terrifying-acceptance]

don't mind me, just thinking about the inherent body horror of transness

[galacticpanther306]

Similarities between supporters of palestine and supporters of Israel.

1. They love boycotting.

2. They love accusing people who work for those companies of being complicit with either side eventhough the employee just wants to get their shift over with and go home where they can be left alone.

3. They can't take no for an answer heck they can't take being told that the individual isn't interested for an answer.

4. They don't care if the individual in question is having thoughts of committing suicide and think that if they help they're giving the individual a pass for not being interested in this movement.

Anyone on either side that comments on this post with anything nasty will get blocked and I'm getting fucking sick of this behavior.

[medicinemane]

And maybe you'll be like "but if you don't trust businesses, how can you trust welfare?"

I fucking don't. My mom trying to get on food stamps fucked me up because a lady I never met without my permission got my SSN from my mom and started editing my files. My heart still races to this very second whenever I think about it, it kinda messed me up bad and I'll never ever ever see any kind of recourse

And I'm terrified that I'm gonna lose my medicaid just cause I inherited some money from my grandpa

And I've never even applied for disability cause it kinda doesn't matter finding out if I'd qualify or not cause of my depression, when the rules are so restrictive I don't know if I've even be allowed to keep my house

I do not fucking trust these things on a personal level. I feel like out of a lot of people I have the most to fear from them cause I'm on the edge of having things work, and that gets you punished

...but I need medicaid in order to have insurance (and when you strip out the finance side of medicaid, I love medicaid... they're honestly incredible insurance... I just... I just... dental is like 90% of why medicaid is so important to me, ever since I found out this state pays for it I've actually been able to do cleanings which is important to me cause I can't always get myself to brush)

And I think things like disability and food stamps are pretty damn important on a personal level, and honestly are also good for the economy cause they get people spending... it's practically a free cash infusion into the economy, cause these are people who need to buy stuff

There's just so much important stuff welfare does that it's worth dealing with government

No, what I want is more accountability so if someone gets my SSN from a 3rd party like my mom they're held to HIPPA styles standards where that's not ok to access my files without my permission (She changed my fucking address and tried to get medicaid to investigate me for fraud! Never even met me)

Like have some accountability there and in every situation

Secondly I want less punitive focused rules. I'd frankly prefer bezos get on disability than smack down some poor sod cause they got $2000 in the bank or cause their friend lets them live with them for free

If there's gonna be a cut off on these programs, it needs to be a solid step above the poverty line, cause... by definition I assume poverty line denotes kinda the minimum expected income people can reasonably live off of, and if you take away benefits people are gonna lose a chunk of money to covering that stuff themself, so you need a buffer before you kick people off

I don't fucking trust the government for a second, I've actively been fucked by them and on a personal level I avoid everything but medicaid and only that cause everything but the money is pleasant to deal with and I kinda need it (honestly if I was rich I'm not even kidding that I'd rather give medicaid like $400 a month than some insurance company, I sincerely like them as insurance)

But I'd trust them a lot more if they were less punitive, less out to hunt me down and gut me cause someone handed me a fiver or cause I started to get on my feet, and if government employees had concrete rules they had to follow that were actually transparent and enforced

Like 90% of my problems with welfare go away if they're held accountable and there's less "catch the welfare cheats" mentality going around

I don't trust the government in the slightest, but sadly there some jobs it kinda has to do, so I'd just rather force it to be an open book where the public can keep an eye on it and if they step out of line there's consequences (sort of like I don't trust most mega corps but happen to sometimes need stuff from them... did you know literally every cell service provider has been illegally selling shit like your location data to random people like bounty hunters, and the FCC just slapped them with a fine that's 0.02% of their yearly incomes and debated even doing that? I even can offer a source on that)

...I don't trust much of any authority cause they constantly fail me and kinda screw me. Don't trust doctors either, but I still gotta go to them, you know? ...they're just... they're real bad at listening... so many systems need systemic change

(You know who I really don't trust is the cops. I could point to so many examples. My uncle doesn't trust cops either, and he's an ex Fire and SWAT paramedic, he worked with them and we still got into a long conversation where he basically tore into them far better than I can)

(I don't trust authority that's not accountable)

[antiendovents]

Were seeing so many pro endo blogs belonging to traumagenic systems on our timeline and im just like STOOOOOOP KYS KYS KYS YOU DELUSIONAL BITCHESSSSSS ENDOS ARENT REAL YOU WHORESSSSSSSSSSS YOU FUCKING TRAITORSSSSSSSSSSS-Vinnie

honestly, we be feeling like that sometimes. The rage is,, intense

[parsleymusic]

the urge to respond to critique about portrayal of unpolitically correct attitudes or phrases or actions or whatever in regards to mental illness with "what if I told you that it's not my job to tell my readers that when my character says stuff like 'my binge eating disorder is not as bad as my brother's bipolar + PTSD combination; he has to win at something' that it's Bad and the Wrong Attitude to have when it's largely a tongue in cheek joke about living with mental illness and watching the people you love experience a different flavor that is also worse

[davy-zeppeli]

I feel fucking horrible

[thekidsare-not-alright]

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