#STOP HARRASSING THEM FOR THEIR OPINIONS

[funtime29nm]

Sans au human redraws that i wont ever finish but did exclusively for @nu1lst4rs bc i love her

I ramble in the tags btw if u wanna read it

Also theyre all girls now btw and theyre wlw and poly cuz i say so

[tasmanianstripes]

I'm very much pro-kink but some of you motherfuckers make me embarrassed to be in the same community as you. Some people think somebody else not liking or being disgusted with your kink or even criticising it from a moral standpoint is a good excuse to send them unsolicited sexual messages and continue to sexually harass them after they said the topic makes them uncomfortable and they don't want to discuss it.

If somebody tells you no to a sexual topic you're brining up FUCKING. STOP? If you send somebody a sexually explicit message and they tell you to cut it out you. Stop. No means no. End of story. It does not matter if you feel personally slighted by them, or they said something rude, or you think they're being judgemental; none of these reasons justify continuing to send sexual messages to somebody after they told you no. Maybe they would be open to be more accepting if your first instinct when seeing somebody be grossed out by your kink wasn't to act like a goddamn predator.

Even if they started this discussion, even if you're not even very explicit about describing these topics, if somebody tells you actually this is making me uncomfortable I would like to stop discussing this you back off. Feelings can change, anyone has the right to step away from a conversation about sexual topics if it's starting to make them uncomfortable or distress them. If you care so much about the opinions of some stranger online then you need to log off and go outside.

You'd think that members of community which preaches about consent would know better.

[marvelouslymarly]

After Midnight (Bob Reynolds x female superhero!reader)

Pairing: Bob Reynolds/Robert Reynolds/the Sentry/the Void x female superhero!reader

Part two out now!!! Read here

Summary: You're out with the team when some dude starts acting like an ass. Bob helps you get away and takes you home to show you how a lady should be treated...

Rated E for explicit - Minors do not interact!!

CW: physical violence (bar brawl); the void showing up for a second there; some hints at sexual harrassment/assault (no on page rape!); Bob dancing with reader; fluff; half of this is smut (first time reader and Bob sleep together; oral/female and male receiving; fingering, p in v sex (protected); multiple orgasms) [i think i need a pastor]; minor thunderbolts* spoiler warning bc this is set after the film

Word count: 10.6k words (and I thought the last one was a long one, LOL)

Masterlist

[A/N #1: Got the idea for this on the drive home from my parents' place while listening to After Midnight by Chappel Roan, so here you go]

[A/N #2: thank you to @scuttle-buttle for cheering me on and reading through this!!! Dedicating this to you, babes🫰🏻]

The music was blasting over the speakers, and you could feel the beat in every cell of your body. The team had decided to go out that night, needing a break from training and recon-missions and the same old day-in-and-day-out of the last few weeks. While the guys had stayed back at the bar, Ava and Yelena had pulled you into the center of the dance floor, telling you to put yourself out there and have some fun for once. You knew that they were right. It had been a while since you forgot about work and everything that came with first being one of Val's shadow ops and then becoming part of what Val intended to become the new Avengers.

Even after a few months, the title still didn't feel right. It was just too loaded with expectations, with ideas and opinions about who you should be, what you should or shouldn't do. You guys weren't shiny and new. You were rough around the edges, with problems and your own past full of mistakes and regrets. You all had things you'd like to forget or wished to have gone up in flames with every little detail Val put in that vault.

Being called the "new Avengers" felt like stepping into footsteps not only way too big to fill, but also just the wrong shape to begin with. It was like trying to match the tracks of bears with those of lions. You were a different species of heroes - and even calling yourself heroes felt wrong somehow. You were too familiar with being the bad guys, with having your stories twisted, being used for whatever wrong someone wanted done without getting their own hands dirty. But now, you were supposed to be the ones stopping the bad guys, to fight the guys you were made out to be before.

So, this night out felt like the right call for multiple reasons. It was good for forgetting about work, but also for getting to know each other outside of work settings. You'd lived with them for months and knew everything about who preferred what guns, who would do what whenever you were out on missions but whenever you came home, you'd retreat into your own spaces, resting and trying to figure out where you all fit into whatever Val had in mind when she called the press on you and announced her new team of superheroes come to save the world.

~~~

Earlier that evening, while putting on that one dress in the back of your wardrobe, you could hear your mother's voice in the back of your head, telling you not to dress this provocatively. To be a good girl and cover yourself before the Lord's eyes. You felt the anger you'd repressed for so long bubble back up inside of you. Images of the time before you ran away from home came rushing back in. 

The front lawns of the neighbourhood peppered with signs with psalms and verses written on them. Crosses in every room of the house you’d grown up in. The metal rods and mosquito nets outside the windows to “keep evil out” but, in all honesty, they were there to keep you from climbing out the windows in the middle of the night. Memories of everything your parents tried to make you believe about the virtues of life and how to be a pious girl and a good servant of the Lord. 

You could feel the bile rise, thinking back to the person they had tried to turn you into.Their attempts to marry you off to some boy from the community. Michael Dawson. A good boy, named after the archangel. A god-fearing boy just barely old enough to drive a car. In the year before your parents had told you about their plans, you had barely exchanged two sentences with him. But still, it was blatantly obvious to everyone who looked at him and at the way he looked at Paul for even a second, that this probably wouldn’t have been the happy and sacred marriage your parents had envisioned for you.

When the blip first happened, it felt like you were set free from everything you hated so much. With your family gone, there was nothing holding you back from leaving the community while the rest turned to prayers and service. Just having turned 18 a couple of weeks ago, you’d grabbed the keys to your father’s truck and never looked back.

You caught a look of yourself in the mirror and thought about how far you'd come in the last 8 years. How much distance you'd put between your old life and this new one - regardless of how lost you still felt sometimes. You thought about how you moved to the big city and took up self-defense classes after a close call on your way home from work one night. How powerful you felt once you’d realised you loved to fight and get stronger both physically and mentally. That now, there was very little that you couldn’t get through because you didn’t have to rely on prayers anymore.

You pulled the dress down in the front, revealing more cleavage, and adjusted how your breasts sat in the built-in cups. The thought of your mother’s jaw falling to the floor at the sight of you in this get up, her hands doing quick work to bless herself, sent a smirk to your lips. You smoothed out the dress, letting your hands dance over the sides of your body while you admired yourself. The tightness of the dress, hugging you in just the right places, the skirt just long enough to cover the ass that you trained so hard for. Reapplying the dark red lipstick, you smacked your lips in a playful manner and ran your hand through your locks before leaving your room and joining the others in the common area of your shared apartment.

You could still hear the whistles Walker had sent your way, adding an approving 'looking good, [y/l/n]' after standing up straighter and looking you up and down. You rolled your eyes at him while you put your purse over your shoulder, and then adjusted the leather jacket thrown over your am.

"You clean up nice, too, I guess," you retorted and looked around the group.

Ava and Yelena had put themselves into their best party outfits as well, wearing a knowing smirk while putting up both thumbs, respectively. When your eyes landed on Bob, you could see a faint pink tint to his cheeks, and he quickly averted your gaze, nodding vigorously.

"Yeah, you look really nice... Really... nice, yeah!" He cleared his throat, the blush deepening a few shades. His jaw clenched and you smiled to yourself, having secretly hoped he'd like the way you'd dressed up.

When you'd first met him in the vault those few months ago, in the scrubs that seemed three sizes too big for him, he looked like a helpless puppy, his blue eyes so big and excited at what he'd stumbled into - literally. But then, when you saw what he was capable of, both as the Sentry and the Void and your interest in him grew. He was no longer just the sad, helpless puppy but something more intriguing. Someone with layers that you wanted to uncover one at a time.

After first moving to New York and into the Watchtower with the others, there weren't many chances for you two to interact, to get to know each other better. But when it became more and more obvious that he wasn't ready to be sent out into missions with the rest of the team just yet, you came up with the idea of rotating who would stay at home with him. The rest of the team welcomed the idea of it and so, whenever someone wasn't needed for the mission, they'd try and help Bob figure out how to channel his inner Sentry without also summoning the Void with it. Or they'd bake cakes or make dinner for when the others came back.

You'd stayed back with him two times at that point but every time you asked if he wanted to join you for a gym session or for a swim in the new pool, he'd come up with excuses. Saying he'd sprained his ankle the last time he was working out with Bucky or that he'd just done his daily laps in the morning and was looking forward to reading that one book he didn't have the chance to get to yet. The first time around, you figured he was just a little anti-social and needed some more time to get comfortable but then you heard about how Yelena had gotten him to punch the punching bag so forcefully that it came off the hinges and flew to the other side of the gym and how even Walker could convince him to try some new technique to compartmentalise.

When he declined your invitation to watch a movie the second time you stayed behind, you grew weary, scared that you'd done something wrong or that he just simply didn't like you at all. That the interest you had in him wasn’t reciprocated. But, seeing him blush at the sight of you all dolled up set the tiny bit of hope you still had ablaze once more. On the way to the bar, you caught yourself disengaging from the conversation, coming up with ideas or ways to get him on his own, hoping that he’d be more forthcoming once he had a drink or two in him.

~~~

The feeling of arms slipping around your waist brought you back to the bar and to the song you were mindlessly singing along to. Hands were moving down to your waist, holding onto you as you swayed your hips from side to side. Your eyes travelled down your figure, thinking that maybe it was one of the guys playing a trick on you but then you didn't recognise the tattoos winding up the left forearm and into the rolled up sleeves. Your head turned to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of you had come up behind you but you couldn’t quite make out who it was, an uneasy feeling settling in your stomach.

Looking around for the girls, you saw that Ava and Yelena had gone back over to the bar, probably to get you guys some drinks. Also sitting at the bar, you made out Walker, Bob and Bucky - the latter engaged in a conversation with some girl desperately trying to get his number from the way she pushed her phone into his direction, a bright smile on her lips, despite the restrained expression on his face and him shaking his head repeatedly, pushing her phone back every time it made contact with his chest. 

Wildly gesticulating with every fiber of his being, Walker was talking to Bob, who was staring into the glass in front of him. You weren’t sure if he was just lost in thought or if he had one too many was getting overwhelmed by the loud music and people pushing past him in the crowded bar, his face inattentive to what Walker was talking about and his shoulders slumped. His gaze wandered over to you, as if he’d felt your eyes on him, and then to the guy behind you, his jaw clenching tightly. Just as quickly as his eyes had met yours, they were back on the remnants of whatever drink he had been musing before, his knuckles turning white in the dim light.

The arms around your hip pulled you back, bringing your attention back to the dancefloor, and you felt a very clammy shirt press into your shoulders before the smell of cheap alcohol mixed with even cheaper breath mints filled your nostrils. Your whole body tensed, when the guy’s right hand travelled back up your side and stopped just under your breast for a second, before moving to the front and up to your neck.

"Hey, Mama, you alone here," the voice slurred questioning, hot breath hitting your ear and neck, and sending goosebumps down your body. His hand was slowly wrapping around your neck and made you turn your head again. Out the corner of your eye, you could clock the name tag on his shirt, making out ‘Sam’ written in cursive stitches.

Feeling your throat close up from the stinging aroma of the cheap liquor he must've bathed in, you tried to push Sam’s arms off of your body, scratching at his skin. But his grip didn’t budge one bit, only growing tighter, his nails digging in through the fabric of your dress and into your neck.

Your desperate pleas for him to let go of you seemed to be useless, lost to the loud music coming from the speakers in every corner of the dance floor. But you couldn't get anything out above a feeble whisper, tears brimming in your eyes while snippets of the last time you went to a bar raced through your brain.

"Why are you so tense? Let's have some fun, baby," Sam pushed and started to grind into you from behind, his dick getting harder with every move, pressing into your behind.

Again, you looked around for the rest of the team, hoping someone would notice your struggle and come over to help. But Ava and Yelena were nowhere to be seen, and Walker must’ve gone out to get some fresh air with Bucky because they weren’t where you had last seen them either. The only team member you could still make out was Bob, sitting at the bar with his back turned to you, waving down the bartender for another drink.

Realising you were on your own in this one, you tried to turn around, to get some leverage on him and were just able to turn your face away when he leant down and tried to press a kiss to your lips. 

“I told you to leave me be,” you repeated forcefully, your flat hand landing on his cheek in a satisfying slap.

An urgent cry left your mouth, then, and the force behind your shove grew stronger, pushing Sam away from you and making him lose his balance. He stumbled back a step or two before he caught himself again, glaring at you.

He pushed up his sleeves again and started to come at you, an evil sneer on his face.

"What's your fucking problem, bitch,” he spat and looked you up and down, stepping closer slowly.

“You dress like that, and then you turn into a prude when -"

He was cut off short when a fist met his jaw and threw him into the people surrounding you, a tooth and a spray of blood flying from his mouth. You looked at who had landed that blow, still unable to fully comprehend what had just happened.

To your right, there stood Bob, his mouth hanging open a bit and his eyes glowing a dangerous golden colour. You hadn't noticed him getting up from the bar and coming over, but you were deeply grateful for him doing so, scared of what would've happened if he hadn't stepped in.

When he realised what he'd done, he shook his head slightly, the blue returning to his eyes once more, and he got ready to fight. With his fists raised in front of his face, he waited for the other guy to get back up again.

“What do you want, you limp noodle of a man, huh? You just got lucky with that one, fella.” The other guy pointed at Bob before spitting blood onto the light-up dance floor and cracking his neck, walking up to Bob. When he was still a few steps from him, Bob threw another punch, this time with even more force behind it and knocking Sam right out. There was a dark air around him, blackness enveloping his fist and travelling up his arm right before your eyes.

“She told you to leave her alone, asshat,” the Void growled, his voice several shades darker than that of Bob.

Looking at the limp figure before him for a split second, the Void went back in, throwing punch after punch, the black hand glistening from what must have been even more blood. Scared of what he’d do to Sam, you tried pulling Bob off of him, whispering into his ear that it was enough and for him to come back to you.

“Bob, please. He’s down already”, you begged and finally got enough strength to drag him away. Cupping his face, you tried to get Bob to focus on you and the black started to recede from his arms, his bloody hand cradling your face in return. It took a moment for the blue to return to his eyes again, for his jaw to unclench and the deep frown to relax a little.

"Are you ok, [y/n]?” Bob’s voice had gotten softer, his eyes searching yours for any sign of lasting harm. 

"Yeah, I think I just need some fresh air," you murmured and held onto his shirt, your legs feeling like jell-o all of a sudden.

Bob wrapped a protective arm around your back when he felt you dip against his stature and pulled you closer, his eyes going to somewhere behind you. He gulped loudly and you looked over your shoulder at what he’d seen.

"You two!" The security guard pointed at you and Bob, and then motioned for you to get out of there.

"Congrats, you just earned yourself a no-return ticket out of this bar," the guard added, and Bob started sputtering, trying to argue about how Sam had started it, how he was just trying to protect you and that Sam should be the one getting kicked out of the bar instead. Picking up the bloody mess that the Void had turned Sam into, the security guard started for the door, looking over his shoulder as if waiting for us to follow him.

"Oh, don't worry, he's going with you!" The guard pushed Bob towards the back exit, Bob's shoulders slumping a little before making his way out of the group of onlookers, pulling you with him by the hand. You intertwined your fingers with his, trying not to lose him while pushing through the mass.

"Our friends are still inside," you tried when you got outside, but the security guard wouldn't have any of it, telling you 'life sucks' and 'better luck next time' while propping Sam up against the wall of the back alley. Without another word, he made for the back entrance before the door fell shut on him, and then disappeared into the turmoil inside the bar.

Looking around the dark alleyway, Bob scoffed before turning towards you, an angry look on his face.

"What a dick!"

You just shrugged your shoulders and felt tears well up in your eyes again, the shock of the situation wearing down and the fear taking over once more. When you tugged at his hand, Bob looked down, realising he was holding your hand, fingers intertwined, and let go before scratching the back of his head.

"Sorry, I didn't realise..."

He wiped his hands on his shirt, the blood staining the white shirt he was wearing under the flannel, and apologised again. When the first tears started to roll down your cheeks, a sob left your mouth and pulled his gaze back to you. His eyes widened in shock and his jaw went slack again, his brows knitting together in a regretful frown.

"Oh, no... I didn't mean to... [y/n], please don't cry..." He came up to you and cupped your cheeks, looking into your eyes deeply before wrapping his arms around you tightly. "I'm sorry... I just get really clammy hands whenever I feel... overwhelmed… And well, the blood and all…"

The embrace was warm, his arms feeling like a protective blanket wrapping around you, shielding you from any more harm. You sidled up to him, relishing in the comfort the hug offered against the cold air of night-time New York in early December. You stayed wrapped in his arms for a second, silent tears rolling down your cheeks while you tried to gather yourself, listening to the faint sound of his heart beating rapidly.

When you heard the groggy groans of the figure behind you, you tensed again and looked up at Bob, his face breaking further when he saw your tear-stained cheeks.

"Can you please get me out of here," you begged, grabbing a fistful of his shirt, and he nodded quickly before letting one arm fall down from its place around your frame and cupping your cheek.

"Yeah, sure. Just tell me where to," he affirmed, wiping away the latest tears with the pad of his thumb. When he realised that you were shivering, he shimmied out of his flannel, wrapping it around your shoulders and mumbling ‘here, this should keep you warm’ under his breath.

"Just take me home, please." You pulled the soft fabric around you tighter, the warm scent of cedarwood and vanilla mixed with his own warm smell enveloping your senses.

He nodded again and turned towards the exit of the alleyway, his right arm wrapping around your shoulder again while he led you towards the main street.

~~~

You guys spent the first few minutes of your walk in silence, not sure how to make conversation after what had happened.

That was until you were stood at a red light and Bob turned towards you, his arm having fallen from around you a few blocks ago.

"I'm sorry, I got us kicked out of the bar," he apologised and put his hands in the front pockets of his jeans, the uneasy look from earlier making its way back onto his face, knitting his eyebrows together and making him pull his bottom lip between his teeth.

"You really seemed to have a good time until that fucker turned up," Bob went on and you shrugged, the fun from earlier already a distant memory in the racing tornado of thoughts wreaking havoc in your mind.

"It was alright", your voice was low and you kicked at the burger wrapping left behind on the sidewalk, hoping you'd be able to boot the haunting images of past trauma away with it.

"Maybe it's stupid, but I kinda wanted to dance with you up there", Bob admitted, looking off towards the traffic light on the other side of the crossing. 

His fingers were mindlessly fidgeting with the brand label at the hem of his shirt, a nervous habit you had observed so often when you were around him. When his gaze met yours, the small smile playing on his lips sent butterflies to your stomach, a warmth you hadn't felt in ages rushing up your arms and down your back.

"You looked really beautiful, you know. In the lights, lost to the music. Like you were somewhere else entirely and you didn't have a care in the world", he added, a chuckle at the end of his sentence, and his eyes sparkled, reflecting the cool light of the headlights lining the street.

"I would have liked that", you admitted, offering him a warm smile in return before turning your attention to the changing traffic light indicating you were allowed to cross the street.

“You wouldn’t have enjoyed that for long though,” he replied, chuckling to himself again, before looking over to where you were walking by his side. “I am a really terrible dancer. Like… I’ve totally got two left feet. Just the thought makes me feel sorry for your toes.”

He struck a pose and wiggled his butt to imaginary music when he reached the sidewalk, looking over his shoulder at you with his bottom lip between his teeth and trying his best to look seductive.

This had you laughing loudly then, holding onto his arm for support and putting your head against his shoulder, your eyes closing in appreciation.

“Thank you! I really needed that right now, Bob,” you got out between laughs and grinned up at him, the butterflies in your stomach making you feel like you were 14 all over again.

“Always at your service, m’lady.” He bowed and winked at you before continuing his way down the street, pulling you with him by the hand.

~~~

“Ok, so, I’m gonna hop in the shower real quick, but how about we put on some music after and have that dance party”, you suggested, walking through the elevator doors and looking over your shoulder at Bob, who had an easy smile on his face, his cheek a healthy shade of pink from all the laughing.

He put his arms out and grabbed a hold of the lapelles of the flannel you were still wearing, pulling you back closer to him before wrapping his arms around your frame in a tight hug. You snuggled up to him, ignoring the bloody streaks on his shirt and buried your head against his chest.

“What’s that for,” you asked, looking up at him from under your lashes and trying to keep yourself from blushing at the softness in his eyes.

“I just felt like hugging you, that’s all,” he admitted, shrugging his shoulders. “You looked so cuddly in the dim light, wrapped up in my flannel.”

The words left his mouth quietly, barely above a whisper and when he realised he’d said it aloud, his eyes grew wide, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in a thick gulp. After trying to find the right words to reply to this and coming up empty, you pushed up on your tiptoes and put a quick kiss on his cheek. Scared you took it too far, you wriggled out of the embrace and turned to the general direction of your bedroom, leaving Bob standing near the elevator, his fingers repeatedly running over the spot that you had just kissed, his eyes glued to where you had just stood and his mouth opening and closing rapidly.

“Remember, dance party in the living room in ten minutes,” you yelled over your shoulder and vanished in your bedroom.

~~~

You connected your phone to the speakers in the living room, sneaking up to Bob sitting on the couch and wrapped your arms around his neck, a giant grin playing at your lips.

“Ready to dance, Bob,” you whispered in his ear cheekily, drawing out his name and letting your hands run down his chest while your towel dried hair fell around you.

He grabbed your wrists and pulled you over the back of the couch swiftly, making you land with your head in his lap, his hand quickly moving to your hip to keep you from rolling off the couch.

“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into,” he joked and pulled you up with him, his arm wrapped around you and letting his hand rest on the small of your back.

“Well, if you dance anything like what you showed me down on that street corner, I’m in for a hell of a time.” You pulled your phone from the pocket of the shorts you had gotten into after the shower and looked through your playlist for a good song to start with.

“Here, I think this will be a good one,” you mumbled, choosing ‘Me because of You’ by the Faim, and wiggled your eyebrows at him playfully, when the song started playing over the speakers.

 “Ok, I think I can work with this,” he said, nodding his head and moving the coffee table off to the side to make more room for us to have fun. He stretched his arms and cracked his neck, starting with a simple step-touch and moving his shoulders to the beat of the song.

You studied him for a second, suddenly a little scared of what he might think of you if you just let loose and have fun. He motioned for you to come closer and you followed his request, stepping closer and trying to keep from laughing, when he faked licking his pointer and pinky and smoothing his eyebrows over.

“Come on, you can’t hold back now, [y/n],” he yelled over the music and pulled me closer right when the song said ‘dance with me, feel the beat, follow my lead’. He placed your hands on his shoulders and then put his hands on your waist again, starting to waltz with you for a whole two seconds before both of you burst out laughing.

“You wanted to dance with me. So, dance, love,” he added and moved his body to the beat again.

“I’m nervous,” you confessed, running your hands over the clean shirt he put on while you were in the shower, and looked at him, biting your lip restlessly.

“Close your eyes and just imagine I’m not here. You’re alone in your room where no one can see you. And then do what you do,” he tried, brushing a strand of towel dried hair out of your face.

“If it helps, I can close my eyes, too,” he offered and put his hands over his eyes, peeking through his fingers.

“Fine,” you grumbled and moved away from him a little, turning your back on him but then looking back over your shoulder to make sure he had his eyes covered.

When you saw that he really wasn’t peeking, you started to move and smiled to yourself, feeling the music take over your body and jumping up and down giddily. After a few seconds, you started to sing along and moved freely, turning around and shimmying your shoulders and nodding your head.

“Are you doing it? Are you dancing,” he asked, still covering his eyes but moving his hips to the beat.

You peeled his hands from his eyes and pulled him into the middle of the carpet, making him stumble over his own feet. He opened one eye, looking at your dancing figure, and you tried to hide the smirk playing at your lips. He joined in with dancing and pursed his lips, concentrating on his moves so as not to stumble over his own feet again.

When the chorus started to play for the last time, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer again, and started swaying with you, his head on top of yours. He intertwined his fingers with yours and then moved away from you, extending his arms before stepping in again. He threw your arms over his shoulders and stepped past you before turning around quickly, to repeat this spiel another time, though instead of simply stepping past you, he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, swaying from side to side.

Bob sang along to the words, his voice in your ear as his head dipped down a little and then he spun you around and caught you in his arms again more masterfully than he had led on to believe before.

“Tonight, I’ve changed, yeah. I’m only me because of you.” He put his cheek against yours and hummed happily, picking you up and twirling you around.

When the song had ended, he held you in place, your forehead resting against his. His gaze was moving back and forth between your eyes and your lips, his breath having grown a little shallow. You could feel his hand travel up your side and then caress your cheek, his face coming closer until you could feel his shallow breath on your lips, the tips of your noses just millimeters away from each other.

Expecting him to close the last bit of distance, you closed your eyes and turned your head upwards a little, your heart beating rapidly inside your chest. The moments until he finally put his lips to yours felt like an eternity, millions of thoughts running through your brain, the anticipation of what it’d feel like to kiss him raising goosebumps across your body. When he finally closed the distance and kissed you, his lips were soft, moving against yours slowly at first and then you deepened the kiss, moving your hand to the back of his head. Your other hand ran up his chest, feeling his pecs flex under your touch. 

When your teeth sank into his bottom lip, he let out a soft moan and you slipped your tongue into his mouth, exploring it carefully and moving your tongue in sync with his. His hand grabbed a fistful of your shirt and he moved you back over to the couch, letting you drop into his lap when the couch hit the back of his legs and he sat down.

You straddled him, your left arm wrapping around him to hold onto the backrest to keep you from falling into him, while your right hand ran through the hair at the back of his head, pulling on it softly, when one of his hands moved up the outside of your thigh to your hip.

He pulled away from you for a second, trying to catch his breath, his mouth hanging open a little while he searched your eyes for any sign of regret. When he couldn’t find any but instead realised that your mouth had split into a bright smile, he chuckled cheerfully and kissed you again hungrily.

With the kisses getting more and more heated, you started grinding into him, the aching need for feeling him closer growing in the pit of your stomach. When you rolled your hips a little extra hard, he groaned deeply and the grip of his hand on your hip grew stronger, a pleasant pain running up your spine and making you throw your head back.

His lips went to your neck, peppering hot, open-mouthed kisses on the soft skin and then he started sucking on the pulse point underneath your ear, biting and licking and driving you into overdrive. The fingers buried in his hair pulled on his locks and his growing bulge started to rub up against you just the right way when he bucked his hips in response.

“We… should probably…”, he started in between kisses and you nodded mindlessly, trying to get as much friction from grinding down into him harder. 

“Fuck, [y/n], ok, wait…” He stopped you from moving your hips by wrapping his arm around you and pulling you impossibly close, and then made you look him in the eyes before going on: “I can’t do it like this… If I have you, I want all of you.”

You gulped at this, realising he wasn’t joking and felt your jaw go slack.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, but I will not let this be how I have you for the first time.” His thumb caressed your cheek and he kissed you softly, his forehead falling to yours, probably fighting the urge to just have you right then and there.

“Then take me to your room, Bob,” you mumbled breathlessly when he pulled away again, nuzzling your face with his in a love-drunken state. You placed soft kisses all over his face, earning a little chuckle from him, when you moved down to his neck, his head falling back to give you more room to work with.

“[y/n], god, you drive me crazy,” he moaned and let his hands slip underneath your shirt, sending shivers down your spine from the tiny sparks his touch left on your skin. Letting out a ‘mh-hm’ in response, you ran your thumb over his bottom lip and kissed him again, your tongue slipping into his mouth easily.

His hands went down your back and held onto your ass when he picked you up in one smooth motion, your legs wrapping around his hips to gain more stability. Your arms snaked around his neck and a chuckle escaped your mouth when he stumbled over the couch on his way out of the living room, holding you in space with one arm while he steadied himself.

“How about we stop kissing until we’re actually in your bedroom,” you joked and he nodded, telling you ‘that’s a good idea’ before making his way over to his bedroom, his steps quick and assertive.

“Wait, we still have to turn off the music,” you realised when you were halfway down the hallway and Bob stopped dead in his tracks, sighing heavily. He looked back over his shoulder and you could see the cogs work behind his eyes, trying to decide what to do.

“Ok, you go turn off the music and I’ll get everything ready?”

Setting you down on the floor, he pecked your lips and then slapped your ass, making you jump a little and hurry back to the living room. You made quick work of turning off the music and grabbing your phone, eager to get back to Bob and what you were doing, running back down the hallway to where his bedroom was. Sliding in through the door, you stopped when you saw that Bob was on the phone with someone, holding up a finger to you just as you wanted to ask what was wrong.

“Oh, no, y’all can stay out longer. No… No. [y/n] wasn’t feeling too hot, so I took her home.” He looked at the floor for a second, scratching his head while trying to understand Yelena over the thumping music on the other side of the line. “I think she’s sleeping already. No… I don’t think she’ll mind! Go have fun, you guys,” he added and then ended the call after telling Yelena goodbye.

“Is everything ok,” you enquired, walking up to him and putting your phone on his desk, the screen lighting up and showing you had a couple of missed calls from Yelena and Ava. He matched you and put his phone down next to yours, before turning back to you and searching your face for a second.

“Yeah, they were just worried where we went and because they couldn’t reach us earlier.”

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer and brushing the hair from the slope of your neck, adding a ‘so, where were we’ before running his fingers over the soft skin under your chin.

“Are they coming back already?” You asked, your head falling back when Bob started to kiss your neck.

“No, there’s this party at another bar they wanna check out.” He bit your neck playfully and then nuzzled the side of your face, telling you that the two of you should be in the clear for the next few hours. He picked you up again and walked over to his bed, dropping you in the middle of the mattress before climbing onto the mattress and kneeling down between your legs.

“Next few hours? What do you have planned,” you asked cheekily, your hands working on taking off his shirt.

“I’m gonna take my time with you, love,” he replied, helping you to get him out of his shirt and kissing you passionately.

Your fingertips ran over his abs and up into his hair again and you pulled him down with you, moaning when his hips settled between yours like puzzle pieces fitting together perfectly.

“God, you sound so good when you moan,” he whined desperately, his hand caressing your cheek and then running through your hair. “You sound so much better than I could ever imagine.”

“You imagined how I’d sound?” Your voice was barely a whisper, too much anticipation and desire clouding your brain already. The building tension in your core was painful at this point and you could feel your arousal gathering between your legs.

“More often than I’d like to admit, yes.” His kisses were growing hungrier with every passing second, his hands running down your sides, pulling at the fabric of your shirt and digging into the bare skin of your legs. He wanted to feel your skin and memorise every inch of it, having wanted to touch you for months now.

“What did you picture,” you asked, flipping you over and straddling his hips again, pulling your shirt over your head and grinding your hips into his rhythmically. His eyes were wandering over your torso, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip before he sat up and wrapped his arms around you to work on undoing your bra. When he’d opened the clasp in the back, he slipped the straps down your shoulders, kissing the freckles that dusted your skin there.

“The way you’d sound… How you’d taste…” He pulled your face closer, his fingers on your chin, and placed his lips on yours again, this time slow and deep. His other hand came up to your right breast and cupped it, running his thumb over your nipple hardening from the relative cold in the room. “How you’d look taking me. The way your face breaks when I make you cum…”

He bucked his hips, his clothed erection pushing up into your clit and you gasped, running your fingernails over his abs, your head falling forwards to rest on his shoulder. You moved your hips with his, the layered fabric of your shorts and panties rubbing up against your core with every thrust of his hips. It had been a while since you last were intimate with someone, so you could already feel the knot in your lower stomach begin to tighten, your breath hitching when Bob’s tongue licked over your sensitive nipple before taking your breast into his mouth.

Your hand travelled further south and you lifted your hips, dipping your fingers into the waistband of his joggers, realising he wasn’t wearing any boxers underneath when you made contact with his hot skin. Trying to meet his eyes, you lifted your eyebrows in surprise and he shrugged, letting go of your breast with a popping sound.

“Hey, a guy can hope, right,” he tried to defend himself and smirked at you, when you pushed him down onto the mattress, while your other hand slipped into his joggers fully and wrapped around his hard length. He was bigger than you’d imagined, thicker too, and at the thought of having him inside of you, your pussy started to ache deliciously and eager.

You pumped your hand up his length slowly and his eyes rolled up into his head, his jaw hanging open slightly, a string of curses and whines leaving his mouth. Seeing him enjoy your touch this much, sent you into overdrive, and you moved off his legs, pulling down his joggers with you, before throwing them to the other corner of his room. His erection sprang free and you took in the sight before you, Bob leaning on his elbows, completely naked and looking sexier than you ever dreamt up.

Running your hands through your hair, you felt your cheeks heat up and hid your face in your hands, chuckling to yourself for a second.

“What? [y/n], what’s wrong? Did I do something wrong,” he asked, worry evident in his voice while he moved to sit up a little, his hands on your shoulders.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong,” you started and took a deep breath, letting your hands fall from your face and meeting his eyes. “It’s just been a while and I… Well, I didn’t think I’d ever end up in this situation,” you added, your eyes darting over the smile lines appearing around his eyes and the dimple in his right cheek. “I think, it just hit me that this is happening, you know?”

He nodded, understanding you perfectly well, his thumb caressing your cheek before he kissed you. His arms wrapped around your shoulders and he laid you down gently, settling between your legs. You deepened the kiss, running your left hand through his dark locks while your right hand travelled down his back and settled on his hips. You wrapped one of your legs around his hip and smiled into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of his skin on your own.

“Like I said, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. And we can take our time, there’s no rush. Not tonight,” he murmured against your lips, his forehead resting on yours between soft kisses.

“I want you, Bob,” you whispered, searching his eyes, the blue of them having darkened by lust. “I want all of you.”

His face split into a bright grin and he let his head fall to the crook of your neck, hiding his own nervousness by peppering your skin with kisses again. His left hand moved down your side and to the leg wrapped around his hip as he angled his hip a little, his erection brushing up against your core again. You moaned softly and tried to meet him better, your leg snaking around him more tightly.

“If we’re really gonna do this, then we’re gonna do this right,” Bob said, his voice darker than before and sending shivers down your spine.

He pulled away from you, his fingertips moving to the waistband of your shorts and he pulled them down your legs, your panties coming off with them. Bob tossed them over to where his joggers had landed and spread your legs slowly, taking you in and biting on his bottom lip, his eyes sparkling in the dim light from his bedside lamp. He let his fingers dance over the inside of your legs, drawing loose shapes on your skin from your ankles up to your hips and then grabbed one of his pillows from above your head. You lifted your hips and he put the pillow under your ass, settling between your legs and looking at you intently from under his lashes.

“You sure you wanna do this? You can say no or stop me at any time,” he assured you and you nodded, biting down on the knuckle of your index finger in anticipation, butterflies making somersaults in your tummy. He lowered his head and blew on you, earning himself a low whimper from you, the air feeling cold against your wet pussy. He ran a finger up between your folds and chuckled, sending vibrations through your core from how close his mouth was to your center.

“God, you’re already so wet and I haven’t even done anything.”

His finger slipped into your vagina with ease and the squelching sound that was heard by him pulling it out again, made the blush on your cheeks deepen. He pushed his finger back in and then curled it, making you moan his name loudly as he brushed your g-spot. He repeated this a couple of times while his tongue ran along the outside of your folds, slowly making its way inwards. When he finally ran the tip of his tongue up your folds and flicked your clit, your hips bucked, another moan falling from your lips, having him hum in response.

“You taste so good, babe.” He lapped at you and then slowed down again, the tip of his tongue circling your clit and then flicking it with a masterful tab, sending sparks up your spine and making your toes curl. Your fingers buried into his locks again and you pulled on them, pulling him closer in an attempt to get even more friction.

“Mhm, do you like that,” he asked, meeting your gaze and smirking cheekily.

“Yeah, feels good, Bob,” you moaned, your head falling back down and your eyes rolling back when he removed his finger from your hole and circled your pussy with the tip of his tongue. Then, he added another finger up, running them through your folds and back down towards your vagina before thrusting them in, this time a little more forcefully.

You yelped in surprise and pulled on his hair, your legs going a little numb. He waited to move his fingers for a second, looking down at how his fingers had disappeared in you completely and then pulled them back out a bit, curling the same way he did before, brushing over your g-spot again. When he’d found a good rhythm that had you breathing heavily, the knot tightening in your stomach, he put his mouth on you again and pushed you over the edge, your toes curling while your legs tensed around his head. One of your hands left his head to move to the bedsheets, gripping it hard as pleasure rushed over your body like a tidal wave.

“Fuck, Bob, you feel so good.”

You were writhing under him, Bob relentlessly licking up your juices while you clawed at his shoulders and rode the highs of the orgasm coursing through your body. The wet noises of his fingers pumping in and out of you filled your ears and you felt another wave of the orgasm rain down on you when his teeth scraped over your sensitive nub before flicking it again with his tongue. You could feel your walls clamp down around his fingers and then heard him chuckle deeply, before his arm pushed down on your hips, keeping you in place.

He kept at it, fingering you and eating you out, only coming up from between your legs when you started to come down from the high, your breath still rushed and shallow. You ran your hand through your hair, and looked at him, moving up your body, his lips glistening from your arousal and his spit mixed together. He put his fingers into his mouth and sucked your juices off of them, closing his eyes in ecstasy and the corners of his mouth pulling up in a smile, after he pulled his fingers out again.

“God, that was so hot,” he breathed, putting his lips to yours and kissing you hungrily. You nodded, deepening the kiss by slipping your tongue into his mouth and tasting yourself on his tongue. Your hand ran down his torso and wrapped around his length again, your thumb wiping over his tip and feeling the sticky precum leaking out of him. With your brain still hazy from your recent orgasm, you pushed him down onto the mattress and started peppering kisses on his neck, moving down to his clavicle and his chest, the nails of your free hands scratching over his chest, while the other one pumped his length slowly.

When you were on the same level with his dick, you looked up at him and opened your mouth, taking him in as far as you could, your hand still wrapped around the part of him that didn’t fit into your mouth anymore. You started bobbing your head up and down his length and his fingers ran through your hair, his hand cupping the back of your head and aiding you in keeping an enjoyable rhythm, while whines and moans fell from his lips.

“Oh, fuck. You’re better than I ever imagined,” he whined, his hips bucking and his dick hit the back of your throat. 

Your eyes travelled back up his figure and you opened your mouth a little further, trying to take more of him. Tears were brimming at the corners of your eyes and your own arousal started running down the inside of your leg, so you moved your free hand to your clit, rubbing yourself while sucking him off.

After a couple more bobs of your head, Bob groaned loudly, his hips tensing and his grip on your hair getting harder. His cum spilled onto your tongue and you swallowed it, humming in enjoyment, while continuing the motion of your hand pumping up and down his length. Feeling another orgasm approaching from your own fingers between your legs, you moaned, some residual cum of his running out the corner of your mouth and dripping on his length.

Biting down on your lips, you looked up at him, his mouth hanging open at the sight of you pleasuring yourself. He motioned for you to come closer, pushing your hand away from between your legs to take over while pulling you into his lap again. You rested your head against his shoulder, while his fingers were drawing circles around your clit, pushing you ever closer to the edge. You could feel that you were getting overstimulated already and whined, wanting to get the release you so desperately needed. Pulling his lips to yours and kissing him hungrily, you moved your hips a little to meet his touch, his fingers slipping into you once more while the pad of thumb brushed up against your clitoris.

“Bob, don’t stop. Please, I’m so close,” you whined, your face falling at the pressure building in your core.

“Come on, baby. Come for me,” he whispered into your ear and nibbled on your earlobe, thrusting his fingers into you deeper and curling them on their way out.

Feeling his tongue lick over your pulse point was enough to make you fall over the edge again, his fingers brushing your g-spot again and again, sparks flying between your bodies. Your nails dug into his back and you rode his fingers, moaning his name at the top of your lungs.

“God, I love it when you moan my name like that.” 

He put you back down on the mattress, knowing you’d need the support of the bed beneath you, your legs having turned to jelly and shaking from all of the stimulation. Your chest was rising and falling quickly while you tried to catch your breath, absolutely exhausted from two big orgasms so close together.

“Do you need a little break,” he asked, laying down next to you and running his fingers up and down your sides. You turned your head toward his and the look on his face was so soft, caring and full of love, making your heart ache at being the object of his adoration. You nodded, still unable to form words, the last after waves of your orgasm having your ears ringing and your fingertips feeling numb.

Bob pulled you a little closer, wiping the beads of sweat from your forehead, and placed soft kisses all over your face, telling you how beautiful you were. How lucky he was to be here with you at that moment. How he never thought this would actually happen.

“You know, I thought you didn’t like me,” you told him, your voice still barely a whisper, your fingers starting to draw circles on his chest while his fingertips did the same on your shoulder blade. “That you didn’t want to spend time with me when the others were gone because you secretly hated me.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever liked anyone as much as I like you,” he said softly, his hand cupping your face and making you look at him, before going on: “I’m sorry that I made you feel like I hated you, but it is clearly the very opposite.”

He kissed you then, softly and with all the love he felt for you. Your lips melted against his and a warmth spread in your chest, creeping up the back of your neck and rolling over your legs and into your tiptoes. This kiss was different, it wasn’t hungry or desperate but still intense in its own way. Even after everything the two of you just did, you felt closer to Bob now, his arms wrapping around you tighter and flipping you on your back again, your legs intertwined lazily and his broad chest like a shield keeping you safe.

You stayed like that for a little while then, making out and exploring each other’s body slowly, your touch soft and meaningful, as if you wanted to memorise every inch of the other’s figure. You couldn’t say how long you were just lying there, enjoying each other’s presence and forgetting everything around you. It could’ve been five minutes or it could’ve been an hour but it didn’t matter to you because you were right where you wanted to be. Wrapped in his arms, having his lips on yours and feeling his delicate touch on your body.

His lips ran over your shoulders, dusting the freckles with love, while your lips grazed his collarbone, your fingers gripping his ass cheeks and earning you a high pitched giggle from him.

“Are you ticklish,” you enquired, a cheeky smirk on your lips and he shook his head vigorously, trying to push your hands off of him.

“No, of course I’m not ticklish. What makes you think that?” He rolled his eyes and tried to put a little distance between you two, his hands swatting at you trying to poke his sides.

“I don’t know. That very manly giggle that just slipped past your lips, maybe,” you teased and his jaw dropped, so threw yourself at him playfully, making him lose his balance and taking you down with him.

“I don’t know what you're talking about. What giggle?” He grinned up at you and cupped your cheek, pulling you down to him and kissing you again passionately.

With your leg thrown over his hip, you could feel him getting hard again and you moved your hips, straddling him once more. You purred softly at his length pressing up against your folds and instinctively grinded down on him, coating the underside of his dick in your arousal. Bob’s hand gripped your hip and he stopped you from moving for a second.

“Wait, I’ve got condoms in the drawer over there,” he murmured, motioning to his bedside table, and his voice broke when you rolled your hips into his again.

“I’m on the pill, so,” you started, kissing him quickly and then added: “I’m good either way.”

He looked at you and for a second, his brows knitted together in a frown. He let his thumb run over your bottom lip and you stopped moving, lifting your hips a little before leaning over to his bedside table.

“I just wanna make sure nothing unexpected happens, you know,” he started to explain and you looked over your shoulder, opening the drawer slowly.

“Bob, hey. It’s ok, really!” Your hand looked for the packet of condoms and took one out when you found it, before turning back to him. “I’m glad you wanna be safe, love.” You cupped his cheek and smiled at him, placing a quick kiss on his lips. 

You opened the shiny packaging and took out the condom, turning it over in your fingers to have it the right way around. Pinching the tip of it, you looked at Bob and asked him if he was ready. When he nodded, inching closer to you, you grabbed his length and put the condom on, pushing the rubbery material down his length easily. His hand came up to caress your cheek and he kissed you softly, his fingers burying in the hair at the back of your head while you climbed onto him, straddling his hips again.

With your hand still wrapped around his length, you guided his dick along your folds and then lowered onto it, moaning at the burning sensation of his thickness stretching you slowly. Bob’s jaw dropped and he groaned at slipping into you, his teeth digging into your bottom lip. You stayed there for a second, trying to adjust to the feeling of him filling you up so well and held onto his shoulders before you lifted your hips again slowly. The delicious pain of his size slipping in and out of you made your brain go foggy and you sank down onto him with more ease this time. Picking up the pace, you threw your head back and rode Bob’s dick, his right hand on your breast, kneading the tissue while his tongue worked on the nipple of your other breast. His left hand was on your hip, guiding you as you took him.

“Mhm, you fill me up so well, Bob,” you mused and bounced on him, the pain having turned to pleasure a few thrusts ago. His mouth let go of your breast and he pulled your face down, kissing you hungrily and he bucked his hips into yours and slipping in deeper with the next thrust, bottoming out. You moaned into his mouth loudly and let a giggle fall over your lips as you noticed the familiar feeling of your orgasm nearing.

He stopped moving for a second and turned you around, so you were beneath him and then he grabbed your right leg and moved it from around his hips to have it over his shoulder instead, changing the angle at which he thrusted into you.

Bob groaned against your mouth as he bottomed out again, his balls slapping against your ass with the next thrust and you let out a moan of his name, your nails digging into his back.

“Ugh, you’re so tight, babe. Feel so good,” he slurred and went to town on you, thrusting in and pulling back out, his bed groaning under his movements.

“You gotta tell me if I’m too rough,” he whispered into your ear, enveloping you with his form and leaning on his elbow while his other hand held onto your leg.

“No, it’s good. So good, Bob,” you assured, relishing in the feeling of him filling you up to the brim and stretching you with every thrust. You knew that you were close again, the knot twisting and tightening and you reached between your bodies, your fingers working on your clit while his dick slipped in and out of you at an exquisite pace.

He looked down at where your bodies met and whined, his forehead falling to yours. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the room and you were glad that the rest of the team was still out, fearing just how much they would’ve been able to hear of what you two were doing.

“[y/n], fuck, you feel so good. I don’t know how much longer I can…” The movement of his hips got a little sloppy and you kissed him again, steadying him with a hand on his ass while you tried to meet his thrusts with your hip.

“It’s ok, babe. Come, Bob. I’m right behind you,” you purred into his ear and his hips stuttered, a low groan falling from his lips. You moved your hips, helping him ride out his orgasm and kissed his closed lids, when he suddenly thrusted into you harder again, pushing you closer and over the edge.

You fell with him, your third orgasm of the night sending lighting through your whole body. You clung to his body, biting into his shoulder and scratching your nails over his back, earning a wince from him at the pain that seemed to send him into a flurry. Your walls clenched around him as your orgasm progressed and he put his lips on your neck, riding out your shared orgasm, his breathing quick and shallow.

When he came down from his high, he sighed, an exhausted but gratified look on his face, and laid down next to you. You curled up to him, throwing your arm over his chest and putting your head on his chest, listening to the rapid beating of his heart and his quick breath.

“Did I hurt you?” The question came suddenly and you looked at him, confused at where the concern was coming from.

“Why are you asking?”

“This was my first time since the medical trial,” he started and turned onto his side, wrapping his arm around your hip.

“No, you didn’t hurt me, Bob. Quite the opposite, actually.” You caressed his cheek and kissed him softly, before adding: “I enjoyed it very much, if you couldn’t tell.”

A proud smile pushed up the corners of his mouth and he shook his head, chuckling lightheaded.

“God, you’re an incredible woman, [y/n].”

[itsatorchwoodthing]

why i dont like JB masterpost

hi everyone this is a masterpost of all stuff JB allegedly did. this is NOT an attempt on cancellations since people who like him will keep liking him and people who dont, wont. this is just a compilation to send people who ask me why i dont like him so they have a clear answer. this is also a starting place for people who want to know the alligations against him, NOT a comprehensive list and i encourage everyone to do their own research and form their own informed opinions on wheter they like to support him or not.

my only opinion on him is that i do not like him and here's why, im not accusing anyone of anything, and everyone mentioned is innocent until proven otherwise.

this is just a post compiling witness testimonies, experiences and opinions as well as articles and videos found publicly on the internet.

[edit] please do NOT send hate or harassment to anyone involved in this situation, that will change nothing i promise, be resepectful and treat this thread as a document to be informed on something, not an ok to spread hate around. i do not condone anyone doing that and that is not the aim of this post. just be normal please.

additionally this post was not made by me but OP decided to take it down and to keep themselves anonymous. i am resharing on their behalf and with their permission as it was, except for personal details. all details change from the original will be in brakets.

here's the post:

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i know some people don’t have time to do hours of research, so here is everything john barrowman has done to get cancelled:

let’s start with the basics: what got him blacklisted.

john barrowman was known for always getting his genitals out on set as a joke. this has been known about for years and was openly spoken about during his doctor who era. in 2008, executive producer julie gardner was reported to have spoken to john about his behaviour and, to her knowledge, it had stopped. john publically apologised for his actions in november the same year.

whether it had stopped or not, i will talk about in a moment. what i want to talk about first is why john barrowman’s flashing is bigger news now. the answer is that noel clarke made the rumours resurface. he had previously commented on john barrowman’s behaviour on set in 2015 – as seen in this panel talk video below, where he reminds camille coduri of how john barrowman put his penis on her shoulder one time. but, noel clarke brought it up again during his own police investigations for sexual misconduct to detract attention from himself (noel clarke was accused of harrassment, bullying and the groping of twenty women).

now, i will admit there is some unfairness to noel comparing his allegations to john’s, and how the media leaped to give them the same treatment. it seems that john barrowman’s ideas were his deranged ideas of “fun” whereas noel clarke’s allegations are far more extreme and led to police involvement. BUT, the fact is, john took little accountability for those silly actions.

i mentioned earlier that gardener told him in 2008 to stop, and that he promised he would, but john barrowman was still flashing on sets years after this – and openly sharing stories about it in conventions. the below link is to a video from when he was in the cast of arrow (2012-2019) and he tells a story about posing and rubbing his naked genitals all over co-star katie cassidy’s trailer whilst she was off filming.

eventually, john was blacklisted for his misconduct from the bbc and arrow cut him from the show. however, any attempt at an apology that has followed these events has been poor and has been john trying to victimise himself. he says in an interview with STV that everything was “misconstrued.” he says that he did not “flash people randomly,” but would just ask people to leave him where he is if he needed to get changed for a scene (which we know, from stories he’s openly told fans on panels, is not true). he says that he “doesn’t regret” what he did and that “no body complained,” which we also know is not true because gardener had to speak with him.

so, not everyone was comfortable with his behaviour. christopher eccleston also has appeared to have called him out on it, and although it was not entirely what lead to eccleston leaving doctor who, it was one fragment which built up to that decision. @itsatorchwoodthing [me] has some research to articles on this.

ever since, john has acted bitterly over what has happened to him. when he was not asked to be in the 60th anniversary specials of doctor who, despite knowing he was blacklisted, he released a passive-agressive video where he briefly mentioned it “breaks his heart” he was not asked to help celebrate the anniversary, especially when he was “one of the few openly gay actors playing an iconic hero at the time.”

moving on from john’s sexual misconduct on sets, it is important to note how he has acted around fans at conventions – and, in particular, minors.

here is a link [discussing] a fan’s experience. john, after getting the fan’s costume wrong, tells them that he would “still do” them. the audience gasps. then john asks “how old?” the fan says “fourteen.” john strides over to the couch and says in shock “i’m sitting down.” he then shouts out “i’m referring to the character!”

the fan notes they didn’t think much of it, but meeting john afterwards made the situation worst. he told the young fan that he knew he could talk to them like that because they’re mature for their age. he said “in your mind, you’re 18,” when clearly, someone is either an adult or a minor.

[from here everything is new/reworded informations but still OPs words]

here is another experience. this is what happened at the 2016 wizard world chicago con. in the linked video, john barrowman talks about his penis. he also shows his underpants to the audience, which comprises of young children. we know it comprises of young children because he invites a young child to come onto the stage and sit down, whilst john gets dressed into a t.shirt behind the other seat. the audience is screaming and wolf-whistling at john being semi-naked. whilst we cannot make assumptions about how the child is feeling, or why (they might just be shy or nervous about being on stage) they look uncomfortable. john barrowman shows awareness that he is talking to a child (and has been behaving this way in front of children) because he asks them if their mum and dad is at the show.

a final incident, which is extremely difficult to provide evidence for (due to it being posted as an instagram story) is john filming a stranger’s bottom. the fact that this video has not been found should be taken into account as you form your judgements on john. we will never know the full context for this incident. what i [anonymous writer] have been been told is that john was sitting on a dock in this video, people were running by, and john commented on how he was not interested in the women. at the end of the video, a man allegedly ran in front of john and john turned the camera to film him.

this video was allegedly on his story on 9/18/2024, if anyone has seen it.

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this was the original post. thank you op for sharing. i will be adding if anything else comes.

just to state again: this is not an attempt to cancel john but to inform people who dont know and to help them make an informed decision of wheter they like to support him or not. also just a compilation for where people asking why i do not like him, nothing else.

[interstellarsystem]

There's a trend we've noticed a lot (though it's far from recent) of just. Sharing details of exactly how your persecutor headmate is hurting you/your system right out there in public tags or posts, shaming them for it, sometimes encouraging users to tell your headmate off publically, and otherwise degrading stuff. My system is of the stance that abusing persecutors just comes back to bite you and doesn't help anyone grow or change, which I'm thankful for seeing as I am a persecutor. But not everyone has that stance.

I think it's important to note that regardlss of your opinion on what should happen to persecutors, harming them back while you share a body has a lot more of a chance to cause further issues in the future, seeing as you can't usually just remove them. Or hell at the very least maybe people shouldn't be so openly encouraging of abusing their headmates toward other systems in a public space. But how I think you should treat your persecutors isn't exactly the point of this post.

Posting details of any in-system abuse online is still posting details of abuse online--personal, private, unsafe information that can be used against you. The internet at large is not a safe place no matter how much you try to make it so. You could have these details of abuse posted to cringe sites, receive harrassment based on it, get people telling you that you did deserve it among many other things. Not everyone wants to hurt you online, but there are people who just want to cause a scene, and you're handing them all the keys to hurt you. If you need to vent, do it privately. If you simply must post it in the tags for whatever reason, because I know not everyone will be stopped--at least put a warning tag on it so other systems don't have to see your graphic detailed accounts of things going on in your brain without so much as a warning against reading it.

[toyhousedramas]

aha I might have not worded myself correctly. I apologise for that! Maybe I can clear myself up?

When I mean "morally black" I mean things that are incest, childxadult, or animalxhuman. I do not know how you as the admin of this blog feel about those ships, but people who ship those things are what the focus of that thread is about. The thread has mostly become a place for people to ask for a list to be privately sent to them of people who actively are making that type of content (like feral porn, grooming art, and incest art) and posting it either on toyhouse or off the platform.

Again, I do not support harassment towards these people who make that content. I just want to know who they are so I can block them and move on. The issue is when those people decide to make nsfw art work of someone's feral sona and send it to them because of the thread.

Nobody, from what I know, has harassed anyone. If they did, then I wouldn't like them and wouldn't want to associate with them either. Harassment is only going to make them do it more. Harassment does not prevent anything. Harassment only makes things worse for both parties. Harassment makes the people who are being harassed the victims. The only way to talk with people you disagree with is in a civil manner, and if you can not do that, block them. If you harrass someone , it only makes your points look bad in the same vein as the people you are harassing are.

I'm not trying to say that those two things are on the same level either. One is , quite obviously, worse. (the feral porn as revenge is worst) I was just trying to give context of the thread being made. Mostly because of what you would call "proshippers" or "darkshippers" (I don't know what to call them anymore, which is why I said 'morally black') being on the platform, which worries a lot of users. Also yes people are VERY upset that the person was sent feral porn of their sona, but you know people on toyhouse, they can't focus on that for long. Which sucks! Because it would be better if we concentrate on THAT more than what other blabber they are talking about in that thread.

Feel free to disagree with me in any way though! I understand that everyone has different opinions of the content they consume online and how they feel about fiction. I don't feel as if people who have a different opinion about fiction are evil at all. I am not trying to fight with you either just note that! Also I know I am rambling at this point so I will stop. Also feel free to flame me lol. Im poking the fire so I there is a possibility I'll get burnt. Sorry for the essay as well.

You can respond if you would like, but I understand if you do end up throwing this ask away as to prevent fighting. Have a good day/night! :]

I know what you meant. it's just that I think you're a dipshit for thinking it.

This is a proship blog. Run by someone who is 'proship' anti censorship, anti-anti, anti protofash, anti fandom frollo, anti dumb fucking baby idiot who thinks their feelings matter more than expression.

This blog is in support of people making whatever fucked up fictional underage feral incest noncon pornography they want forever, without turning it into a moral panic or pretending that drawing something makes you a criminal or justifies being put on a public list.

I am not neutral. I’m not trying to hide that. You’re not accidentally talking incorrectly to someone sympathetic to your position you’re speaking directly to someone who believes fiction is fiction, and that it is deeply harmful to conflate it with real-world abuse. I need you to understand: I think you're an idiot, and I think you're more dangerous than any artist making porn you don't like.

I think that you are better than the person sending feral porn to people against their will. But only marginally.

I mean that, I think you are a bad dangerous person.

The core of your mistake here isn’t tone. It’s the fact that you think you can repackage tired, decades-old purity discourse in a slightly softer voice and that’ll make it a valid stance. You’ve said the same thing everyone in this discourse says:

“I’m not trying to harass anyone, I just want to know who to block!"

That’s always the first line. And then comes the list-making. The guilt-by-association. The "we're just quietly organizing a list of disgusting sexual deviants so we can block them" rhetoric that always, always becomes social exile, harassment, smear campaigns, and reputational destruction. You want plausible deniability while participating in a witch hunt.

You say “morally black” as if your subjective discomfort constitutes an objective ethical absolute. It doesn’t. The things you’ve listed, fictional incest, fictional age gaps, fictional zoophilia, feral characters, etc. are concepts in fiction. They are not crimes. They are not equivalent to abuse. They are not "morally black". You feeling weird about a fictional piece of art does not create a real-world harm, no matter how many times you try to emotionally frame it that way. I genuinely could not care less about your emotions if I had a gun to my head when it comes to censorship and making lists of people who haven't done anything other than make icky porn.

You say people are just asking for a list “privately,” but the act of compiling that list in the first place is a targeted action against a group of people based on their fictional preferences, and that’s not neutral. You don’t want to just block people. You want to know who they are. You want to make decisions about them based on what content they make, not what actions they take. That’s not protective behavior. That’s controlling behavior disguised as community safety.

I consider you and everyone like you a proto-facist and I will talk to you and think of you accordingly, the same way I think of any other kind of culturally christian rightwing purity obsessed terminal loser.

You seem to think your personal revulsion makes your viewpoint special. It doesn’t. It isn't. Most people on this blog and in the circles it’s part of have at some point in their lives had to stare down something that made them uncomfortable and ask themselves, “Does this harm me? Is this real? Or is this just a drawing? A story? A fictional space where taboos can be explored without consequence?”

You aren’t doing that. You’re moralizing. You’re pathologizing. You’re cloaking that impulse in polite language, but it’s the same harmful mindset that has gotten queer artists banned, people doxxed, and survivors told that their coping mechanisms make them dangerous.

And let me say this clearly: I don’t cede ground to people who are “just politely compiling a list of degenerates.” We’ve seen how that plays out. We know what that’s code for. We’re not new.

So yeah. You’re welcome to block, mute, filter, curate, unfollow. But don’t pretend you’re neutral, or kind, or thoughtful for choosing to organize or support the organization of people into a blacklist based on your feelings about the drawings they post. And don’t act surprised when you wade into a proship space, announce your intentions, and get told to fuck yourself hard for it.

Piss off. I am actively hostile to you and yours.

[kikipilaris]

now that venti was kicked out of the fandom for making a joke about showing horrible csem torture videos to kittycorn is this a safe place to say i always hated that bitch.

Disliking vent accounts is one thing, but harassing them to deactivation? MULTIPLE times? and always giving rude imput in situations they had no involvement in (and speaking in a manner as if they had an holy opinion all should respect)? that always rubbed me the wrong way.

"Ohhh but venti was against harassment🥺🥺 they dont support the people that harrassed ventblogs, all they did was say their opinion and people did their own thing from there🥺🥺🥺🥺 " IDGAFFFF everything stemed from their posts. the harassment of ventblogs, more specifically mod polly, started/was HEAVILY INTENSIFIED DIRECTLY BECAUSE of venti's words and actions, and hatefulness towards them. not only that but If you see people are harassing other people "on your behalf" and due to your words, you shut the fuck up.???????

It's not exactly surprising considering you talked about ventblogs as if they were the bane of humanity and the devil incarnated. You were asked to block these people, and to stop looking at the tag and posting about them, but you didn't. you willingly continued to scroll through their accounts, getting mad whenever they breathed a little too loudly for you. No wonder the followers you manipulated into hating a group of people by dogpilling on them publically every day for weeks started harassing them you dumb fuck! you're okay with you bullying them 24/7 in the main tags but you draw the line at anon harassment by others? be for fucking real.

it was not exclusively a ventblog issue either, venti was ALWAYS STARTING SHIT in the fandom, sometimes stirring up old settled drama. 95% of the time someone was getting harassed in here it came from them/people that claimed to be coming from their page, sharing and wanting to spread their view on situations.

Fuck that guy, and fuck all the harassment and harm their presence in the fandom has caused (4 mod polly deactivations need i remind you, all due to DEATH THREATS). you will NOT be missed, and whoever you plan to pass the torch to to spread insults to ventblogs we will kick equally as fast out of this fandom.

[triple-pupil]

HEADCANON

William has various, seemingly affectionate nicknames for Henry, among them "Momma hen" or straight up "Hen" (Last one a sneaky "Hun/ny".

Henry has told him various times to not call him this but eventually gave up when seeing that Afton didn't listen.

BELOW EXPANSION ON WHAT THE IDEA SUGGESTS.

‼️ABUSIVE/TOXIC RELATIONSHIP, VIOLATION OF BOUNDARIES, VIOLENT BEHAVIOUR, SUGGESTED/VAGUE AF SEXUAL HARRASSMENT???? AT LEAST HARRASSMENT IN GENERAL‼️

William, in his complicated obsession with Henry, tends to try and stretch his business partner's boundaries, sometimes trying to see what he can get away with to force their dynamic into being more intimate, sometimes testing the boundaries to become more violent and physical when mad at his friend.

Henry wouldn't realize initially, advances and agressions like those were far between and few. But whenever he'd be uncomfortable, would tell William to stop, but Afton never truly listened. Maybe Afton would stop the worst agressions but keep on disrespecting other boundaries or simply would ignore Henry's objections and treating them as playful banter, diminishing the gravity of the situation.

Henry's resistance was short lived, however. It was a mix of fear of confrontation, love for his friend, no third opinion on the dynamic as well as his internal justification of William's harrassment, that lead to Henry giving up and allowing Afton to go on with the nicknames and uncomfortable attitude. He got used to it in a reluctant or helpless way to the point it became normalized and explained it away as "just how he is".

Who knows if he would draw the line in agressive/lightly violent mistreatment (Not in the romantic/creepy way he harrasses Henry) towards children, his own, William's or others'. Maybe he'd draw the line there or maybe he would stand back and think "It's just how he is". Would Henry really notice anything wrong going on with their children? Would he at least be vaguely aware and preferring not to do anything about it? Or would he be completely oblivious, too immersed in himself and his work to truly aknowledge any of the bad things happening to the people around him and himself?

[bannock-freak]

The thing about the kokomins....

Yes theyre creeps. 100%.

Theyre also a self-regulating body of people who enforce the good behaviour of all their members in regards to Teruhashi, and allow her to live a mostly unaccosted life. They are nasty pieces of work who threaten to kill Saiki just because he was seen with her and invoked their jealousy and wrath, and then they immediately back down because they think Saiki is Teruhashi's baby daddy, and they don't even shame Teruhashi for the teen pregnancy they think she had. She can do no wrong in their eyes. They decide amongst themselves who is the most privileged among them to even approach her, and rigidly enforce the rules that say who can and can't talk to her without her approaching them first, as though Teruhashi has no say in the matter.

There are adults in the government who are card carrying kokomins. and that's WEIRD. and the implications are nasty.

there are other implications, though, that i don't see get talked about. which is, why wouldn't the Japanese government want to keep an eye on The Perfect Pretty Girl? To protect her at the highest possible level? To ensure that other countries won't snap her up and use her for world domination. Teruhashi is basically Akira, to me. That girl's Angel Beam would take over the world only a little slower than Saiki could.

now. follow me on this.

what if it was Teruhashi who founded the Kokomins?

She's been stalked. She's been harrassed. She's been stopped in the streets. And a lot of people are so enchanted by her that they take her no for what it is. But there are some people who Don't - her own brother among them. Teruhashi is wicked smart. I'm sure she was just as smart as a little girl who grew up too fast and would see where things were going. Who was scared and awe-struck by turns of the effects she had on other people.

Especially on men.

And in a patriarchal society, that can be dangerous. But with that patriarchy bowing at her feet, it can also grant her power. And Teruhashi loves power.

We see her work in very subtle ways to enforce the heirarchy she's at the top of. She doesn't technically even have to do anything except exist and tell the truth to let Imu know who the TRUE queen is.

Her family is, judging by the size of her house, probably also wealthy. Perhaps wealthy enough that her family rubs elbows with the elite of society. And perhaps one party was all it took for Teruhashi to let loose a couple of glimmering, pearlescent tears at the Prime Minister himself and confess in a soft shaking voice how scared she is.....

Boom.

The Teruhashi Protection Squad is born - IE, the Kokomins, whose canon goal is to protect Teruhashi's happiness and destroy anybody who might put a stain on that.

Idk, it's an unpopular opinion to have, to say theyre creeps with a purpose, but I don't think it's a stretch either. Just consider how often she turns into a cult leader in AUs - iirc it was demonstrated in canon at least once and happened in the light novels as well.

Teruhashi is the most powerful woman on the planet. Why wouldn't she have an organization dedicated to furthering her goals, ykno?

She shouldn't need to have to, and they're creeps, 100%, but they're also weaponized creeps that Teruhashi has turned in her own favour, imo, and I think that goes a long way in demonstrating her cool-factor.

[threepandas]

Bird4Bird Part 3: Yandere Hawks

Did you know? That Fukuoka has the highest concentration of winged Quirks in Japan? Most of them in or around Kyushu. It's a remarkably recent thing too. Used to be farther north, but that slowly died off when the Hero Rising Wing died in action.

Wanna know WHY?

It's because of the fuckin Gyms.

The markets. The specialty doctors offices. The clothing lines that cater to people who have LIMBS sticking out if their backs. All of those? Yeah, they picked up and looked for the next Hero to slap a brand deal on. Because GOD FORBID they serve the community that already existed and needed them.

So folks had to move. Sell their houses.

It was that or take the train for hours each day, after all.

Because? Again. No license? Who CARES if your health suffers! Fucking WALK. Dangerous muscle atrophy and spinal problems? Should have thought about being a HERO! Bleed for the state!

You're not bitter.

You're just routinely pissed enough to spit shards of GLASS.

Doesn't help that YOUR quirk? Oh, YOUR Quirk is one of the BIG ones. One of those "why yes, I CAN bench press a small vehicle, why do you ask?" Sorta quirks. The upkeep is a NIGHTMARE. You live in a god damned SHOEBOX.

You HAVE too! Because FUCKING INSURANCE doesn't cover "frivolous" "luxury" expenses like your Hero-grade gym membership. Which you only NEED because you'd BREAK the normal machines at a standard Avian Quirk Specialty Gym. But good luck trying to agree with the BIGOTS at-!!!

.....breathe. Just.... just breath. In, then out, in, then out.

Not Worth it.

This is workout time. De-stress. Getting to stretch your wings. Work up a swea-OH MOTHER FUCKER!!

Hawks bats his eyelashs, obnoxiously in your opinion, at you and twiddle his fingers in a cheeky lil shit wave. No. NO. This is you day OFF from community service. You were supposed to be FREE of him! How is he HERE?!

You look him dead in the eyes and project MURDER.

His obnoxious grin gets bigger. It's like he WANTS you to fight him! Is... is this bullying? Are you being BULLIED? You're on fuckin PAROLE. The flesh may be so, SO willing to slam him face first through a wall... but the spirit DOESNT WANT TO GO TO JAIL. His ass ain't worth it!

Leave you crimson ass, crow demon! FUCK OFF!

He pouts exaggeratedly at you. Dramatic and fake as shit. "Aaaw, aren't we FRIENDS? Don't you want to hang ooooout~?" NO! I would sell you back to whatever hell dimension you crawled from, for a toothpick I DONT EVEN WANT!

He looks delighted.

Stop that!

You try and ignore him. Finish your work out. But he is so, SO clingy and whiny and LOUD. He's doing on purpose. You know he is. HE knows, you know, he is. You can see it in his eyes. It's the fucking malicious little sparkle.

Is he getting OFF on this? What, does he just LIKE to harrass people? Pick at them?

If he keeps fucking around, he's GONNA find out.

You storm away the second your done. Try to lose him at the changing rooms. Fail. Now he's following you... eating greasy fried chicken... OBNOXIOUSLY. Does he HAVE to FLY while he does that?! The exaggerated noises are COMPLETELY UNNECESSARY!

You spin to rip him a new one, take one look at his smug, victorious expression... and? Actually? Enjoy your fucking chicken. Mama didn't raise a lil bitch. She had a Cutesy Pair Of Angel Wings™ her entire life. Was fetishized to FUCK and back. Learned the fine art of rage and taking no prisoners.

She? She raised a spiteful wrath child with a strong sense of justice.

Fuck yoooooooou.

You hope he CHOKES on that chicken. You begin to turn, but stop. He WAS looking annoyed that his plan didn't work. Why did he just start smirking? He looks entirely too smug and pleased. Not looking AT you. Over your head? Behind-?

"Omg, IS THAT HAWKS~♡?!"

Oh, fuck. You feel the blood drain from you face. His eyes flick down to yours. His PR, fake ass, smile has never been toothier. D...Don't do it. Don't you DARE.

He strikes a photo ready pose. Why YES HE IS~!

You desperately try to get out of the way. You've SEEN the carnage. The poor souls caught in the crossfire. High pitched squeals and thundering feet race closer from behind you. A red feather has by the front of the jacket. You stare down in betrayal. Back up in horror.

You're supposed to be a HERO!

The Fan's cometh. And with a howling curse, you get consumed by the crowd. Hawks laughs, bright and charming above the crowd. His feathers never leaving your body as you get thrown around. Shouldn't have ignored him~

But man, the face you made was pretty cute, too.

Following you was a great idea! He should do it more often~♡

[cloudstongue]

Uhh vent ask.

After the post I made where I called Tacoj (taco X oj) pro ship when I meant to say comship, I’ve been getting these asks like “OMG why are you so fucking stupid,Tacoj is not a fucking “proship”, and you like vore but apparently vore’s family (stuffing,fat,farts) isn’t allowed?!? Okay buddy,I see you.” And the most recent one “imagine calling taco X oj proship when you FUCKING SHIP MEPAD X MEPHONE THAT’S LITERALLY INCEST”

idk who’s sending me these anons but if the person sending these asks is reading this, STOP IT RIGHT FUCKING NOW. IM NOT PUTTING UP WITH THIS SHIT ANYMORE. ALSO I’M A MINOR. YOU’RE HARRASSING A FUCKING 13 YEAR OLD MINOR OVER A SIMPLE MISTAKE AND MISUNDERSTANDING THAT CAN EASILY BE FIXED!!! I’VE GOT WORSE SHIT TO DEAL WITH THAN THIS. JUST FUCKING STOP. I’M NOT ASKING YOU AGAIN. AND ALSO, I DONT SHIP MEPADPHONE BTW, IDK HOW THAT IDEA ENTERED YOUR FUCKASS BULLY BRAIN.

I feel like a fucking lunatic, Cloud. Everyone makes mistakes, but fucking harassing a 13 year old minor over it?!? This shit has gone over the fucking roof. I might just quit tumblr if this bullshit continues… I don’t want this. I NEVER wanted this.

can you ask your followers to reblog this post so that the FUCKING PERSON SENDING ME THIS CAN FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE SEES THIS? Thanks pookie.

-Auzie 🦋🍪

oh man, im sorry to hear that, auz. whoever is doing that must be really immature. i really hope that they stop, but for now, just ignore them i suppose. some hater on the internet shouldnt have the right to harass you, especially one who is too afraid to reveal their blog.

i personally wont give my opinion on this in order to not get involved into anything, but, um,, just dont let em get to ya. ill make sure to tag some moots @labyrinthiaz @millyzasilly

youre not a lunatic, youre just a teenager. most of us are, and i bet the anon is or younger, too. itd be pretty weird thinking theyre an adult given how immature it is to send anon hate to somebody so frequently. but please dont quit tumblr!! it mustnt be easy to be cyberbullied but you shouldnt abandon your joys because of some assholes.

youre welcome, i suppose. just being civil

im tagging more people just incase @artfulanimal @desklamper idk who else to @ maybe @kasperszilliez @monicastarley

[douwatahima]

as someone who's been doing fandom stuff for over twenty years, i think one of the most important lessons you can learn is not everything is for you. we're all nerds on the internet, banding together because we feel at least a little unhinged about our favourite shows/movies/ect. there's going to strong opinions any way you slice it, and other people's opinions won't always align with yours. maybe someone is obsessed with a character you don't like or a pairing that makes no sense to you, but that person still has as much of a right to be in the space as you do. that doesn't mean you have to interact with those ideas, i'm a big proponent of blocking whoever or whatever you need to, but you don't get to tell them to stop just because you personally don't like it.

obviously, there are cases where this doesn't apply. if a take is super racist/homophobic/transphobic or someone is using their personal headcanon to harrass others, then absolutely that's something that should be addressed. but if it's just something harmless that irks you personally, you need to understand that that is a you problem and not a them problem. and, quite frankly, if you can't come to terms with that, maybe fandom isn't for you.

[wings-of-fire-confessions]

"Well even if there was no age gap you STILL shouldn't ship Glorybringer because it's toxic--" my god just shut up and admit you just have different tastes in relationship dynamics instead of trying to paint Glorybringer enjoyers as evil no matter what

Like if you see Deathbringer being protective of Glory as him coddling her and being disrespectful to her, then good for you, that's your opinion. In fact I can even agree that there's times where he just refuses to listen to her, even if he wants to keep her safe, he should still respect her wishes. However, we must all understand that Tui did not intentionally write that aspect of Deathbringer as him being toxic towards Glory, thus its not an issue when others see it as something charming, and I'm really tired of fandoms in general trying to villainize people who like a ship because they personally don't like the relationship dynamic

Its not a problem to dislike Glorybringer, whether it be for the age gap or for other reasons. It Is a problem to harrass people and tell them they need to stop enjoying the shop just because you think it's toxic

.

[garroth-is-done]

I hate to be the barer of bad news, but...

We almost 100% will NOT be getting laurence back after the shit that a few users on aphtwt pulled.

So, for context:

We all know Sebastian had recently returned to voice acting but was not a voice actor. He made a sfw account on twitter to interact with the aphmau fandom on there because he got criticized about having an account with 18+ content on it and interacting with fans who are minors. This was 100% understandable, so he made the sfw account. Everything had been going fine; he was interacting with fans in a positive way.

Up until what seems to be around 5pm est according to the time stamp on the tweet that started all of this.

Now, I'm not going to screenshot the tweet due to the instigating tweet from the fan who started this not being visible to me, as said fan has either deleted the tweet or made it private. I do not say they've made their account private, as the person who started this is not private as of now.

Based on what Sebastain's quote tweet says, they seem to initially be going after him for his stance on AI.

Sebastian's stance on AI as I understand it is this: AI is bad when used to profit off of artists and sell things (merch, prints, etc.) But using the AI filters on your selfie is fine.

That, in my personal opinion, is not the worst possible stance to have.

That being said, what the person/people who have pushed sebastain to this decision have done is very petty.

First of all, 2 of the necessary tweets needed to understand the situation are unable to be seen due to the account of the person who started this either being private or the tweet being deleted. So unless someone was actively taking screenshots as it was happening or follows this drama starter, we will never know the inciting comment or the replies from said person. This makes it significantly harder for me to report on this for you all and for you to verify this for yourself.

Secondly, the way fans on Twitter have responded to Sebastian have been a mixed bag, but those siding with the drama starter have been horrible. Again, I don't know the initial accusations made against him, but it seems to only be about his stance on AI. That does not warrant him being pushed out of a space he wanted to rejoin, even if it was just as a fan.

So, to continue on with what happened after the initial drama starter seemingly stopped and private their account:

A second person got in on the drama by making passive aggressive comments about how Sebastian reacted to the comments made about him. These I will not be screenshoting due to the unclearness of a lot of what their second person is saying about him. A lot of their comments are vague in what they seem to be accusing Sebastain of; even stating in one of them: "He's done some other things I don't approve of". When asked what these things were by someone who wanted to be informed, they did not reply.

Now, I dare to ask, who are you to approve of what he does when it is not actively harming anyone, to the best of the larger publics knowledge?

This second person then posted a little paragraph about how Sebastain is 9 years older than them (this person is 19 years old as stated by them in their twitter bio) and that he was being immature for being offended about something someone said, and is harrassing them by replying to their tweets about him. He is allowed to be offended by things people say to him, and reply to those things, but that's besides the point. The continue on to say that he's attacking them and sending his followers after them to harrass and send death threats to them. Now, we do not know if these claims of harassment and death threats are factual, but from what I have been able to find, there is no evidence of these claims publicly.

All this to say, Sebastian has left behind his sfw account, and 100% will not be coming back, all because a few fans wanted to be petty. Congratulations to aphtwt, you ruined a good thing for the entire fandom over something that really shouldn't have been that big of a deal in the long run.

This is the end of this post, but I will be posting my personal thoughts on this situation later; either in a rblog or in a separate post. Thank you for your time, and please reblog this to spread awareness of what has happened because of a small few fans on twitter.

[atruedonaldist]

I will be the first to say that I absolutely loathe the horror movie and game announcements for Mickey, but lord almighty please let it also be known that harrassing and actively telling people that they shouldn't like it is also incorrect and wrong.

People have the right to like and dislike what they please (within reason), and that includes liking or disliking the announced movie/game. That's just how humans are, how any sentient living being is.

Telling them to go fuck themselves because they like something you don't is just childish, and vice versa. Just because an artist or creator says that they "don't like the (insert announced media)" doesn't mean that they're stopping you from liking it either. It's just a differing opinion.

To the creators that want to make dark and fucked up media? Cool. Good for you, glad you're making something you want to. And to the fans of that, good for you for getting what you want to. I hope you enjoy it, truly.

I'll just be doing my damndest to keep it away from myself, by curating my own experience online, and I highly encourage others to do the same.

[iron-embers]

Important announcement ( Hantengu troll is back)

Hi everyone, remember the blissful silence we had for a month or so now and not being harassed by that delusional Hantengu troll? Unfortunately, they are back after being reported multiple times both on tumblr and on the rule 34 website they were using to make their pedophiliac and stealing art from others. Since they are blocked from posting anymore of their degenerate art on rule 34, Now they made an official tumblr and have migrated to twitter to continue their harrassment unchecked. I really don’t wanna drag people into this, but they are still attempting to harass and steal art from others while insulting their work. I can deal with the racist remarks, matters little to me because I find it hilarious they can stoop so low while claiming to be a person of color, but if they think this obsessive behavior will be excused, they are surely mistaken. I understand everyone’s frustration and not wanting to give them more attention then they already seek out for, but reporting them properly will be more effective. This is a community that should be fun and open to all, and yet if this person thinks it’s okay to target and bully others for liking a certain fandom, they should be given the same respect…none. I have been collecting evidence on them, have dozens of screenshots of their verbal abuse, and disgusting images of pedophilia they made using other peoples characters without consent. The more they keep at it, the more evidence it gives me so mind you, they are digging their own grave. But I wanted to make those aware that they are still lurking, and don’t be afraid to report them or reach out to others about this. Coming together to address and deal with this person who thinks it’s okay to do this to people who have done nothing to warrant this harassment is appalling, but it is necessary. I found their new account on tumblr and so will make you guys aware as well to avoid and report if they decide to come after you again

Here is a screenshot of their account, it is now proven this is the same troll as this is the same art they made and posted on rule 34 to harassment mothzii, and are now using part of their username at some sick attempt at impersonating them

And here is a screen shot of a message @bloodbladesanddemons had sent to me of a person that made them aware of the troll stealing their art again and posting it on twitter to troll and insult their work in Romanian.

Without a doubt this is still the same troll as they are stealing specifically their art work and others without their permission and using twitter since most artists here don’t have a twitter, they did the same thing when they were on rule 34, and they are back at it with the same bs after being banned from stealing more art on rule 34. Myself and others had taken steps to report them properly, and yet they are so desperate to cause trouble they are doing it somewhere else. For those here and on twitter, please share this post, please comment or dm me with any concerns from past experience with this troll or any currently happening. Don’t be afraid to speak out against them, they have made multiple attempts at harassment towards me and others and it needs to stop, and there are wonderful people here that will help towards getting them reported. If they want to continue this behavior, then I will be just as persistent no matter how much art theft, pedophiliac images and racist remarks they throw at us. Don’t give them the grace of a logical response to any harassment, screenshot and compile it to report them.

To think, as a person that only got involved because this troll thought it was a genius idea to come after me simply for being friends with those that have shipped OCs with hantengu, let’s just say they truly underestimate how lil craps I give about their opinion, and that I am not afraid to clap back.