#baseless accusation

[lady-wallace]

Whumptober Alt Prompt #7 - "All Safe and Sound" (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)

Using a @whumptober alt prompt for today. A bit of a different twist on a Giorno scar reveal fic for today with some misunderstandings and protective papa bears Bruno and Abbacchio

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Prompts Used: Alt. #7: Examination Fandoms: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Part 5 Character: Giorno

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Abbacchio hurried through the doors of the emergency room with the bundle of blankets and blond teen in his arms.

"Hey!" he called sharply to the nurse working the reception desk. "I'm gonna need some help here. The kid's fever spiked and he's currently unresponsive."

The nurse moved far too calmly for Abbacchio's liking. "Do you know the reason for the fever?"

"He's sick," Abbacchio snapped. "Flu or something—I don't know, I'm not a doctor. He came down with it a few days ago." Even now he could feel Giorno shivering in his arms, soft whimpers escaping every once in a while. Abbacchio readjusted him so that his head wasn't lolling uncomfortably over his arm, but instead tucked against his chest.

"Any other symptoms?"

"Regular coughing and congestion, vomiting—can we please get him some help?"

"Calm down, sir, we'll get him to an examination room shortly."

The nurse picked up the phone and called someone as Abbacchio was practically grinding his teeth, standing there with Giorno still in his arms.

A doctor finally showed up and she beckoned to Abbacchio. "Follow me, I'll see to him."

Abbacchio gratefully followed her down the hall and lowered Giorno onto the exam bed.

"How long has he been like this?" the doctor asked.

"He's only been unresponsive for about an hour, once I saw his fever had gone up near 105, I decided to bring him in. He hasn't been able to keep anything down, not even liquids so he's severely dehydrated."

The doctor was silent as she began unwrapping Giorno from the blanket, giving him a cursory examination.

"You said he had flu symptoms?"

"Yes, as far as we know, it started out like a head cold and then he got the fever and vomiting," Abbacchio replied, folding his arms tightly across his chest as he watched the doctor peel Giorno's eyelids back and look in his ears and nose before taking his temperature.

"Anything in his medical history that I need to know about?"

Abbacchio sighed in exasperation, throwing his hands up. "I don't know."

"I assume you're not his parent," the doctor said, eyeing him up and down.

"No," Abbacchio replied.

"Guardian, then? Or some other family member?"

"I…no, I guess guardian?"

"Sir, I'm going to need a definitive answer on that."

"What the hell does it matter what I am to him? Can't you do your damn job either way? He's a sick kid, help him!"

"What is his name and age?" the doctor asked stiffly as she checked Giorno's temperature.

"Giorno Giovanna, he's sixteen."

The doctor continued silently, putting her stethoscope in her ears and slipping it under Giorno's shirt to listen to his heart. She then rolled him onto his side presumably to listen to his lungs, but as she started to roll his shirt up his back she stopped, freezing slightly before she tugged it back down and turned to Abbacchio with a stony look.

"Sir, I need you to leave the room."

"What? No way, I'm not leaving until I know he's gonna be okay!" Abbacchio protested. "He'll freak out if he wakes up here without anyone he knows."

"I'm afraid I will not allow any argument on this issue," the doctor said and simply marched over, grabbing Abbacchio's arm roughly and pulling him toward the door. "Unless you want me to call security. I'll be out to discuss things with you soon."

Abbacchio was so stunned that he allowed her to shove him out the door and close it behind him. He stood there for a long moment, confusion and worry crashing through him before he finally forced himself to go back to the waiting room, slumping in one of the chairs and bouncing his leg anxiously.

He felt awful, honestly. Bruno had only left for one freaking day and Abbacchio hadn't even been able to watch over a sick kid. Trish and Narancia, who were the only other ones home had been helpful with Giorno's tending but they hadn't known any more than he did. They'd all thought it was just a flu. But then when Giorno's fever spiked so much he turned delirious and now with the doctor's reaction…what if something genuinely serious was wrong with the kid and none of them had noticed? Abbacchio had just thought it was because Giorno had the habit of running himself into the ground so when a bug got to him it hit him really hard—Bruno was the same way. But what if it wasn't something so simple as the yearly flu?

He finally plucked up the courage to call Bruno. He'd promised to call Trish and Narancia too but wanted to wait until he got any news.

"Abbacchio?" Bruno picked up after a couple rings.

"Hey," Abbacchio rubbed a hand over his face. "Giorno…he got worse, so I took him to the emergency room. His fever spiked and I didn't know what else to do."

"God," Bruno murmured. "Okay, no, you did what you should have, Leone. I'm back in the city and I'll make my way over there after dropping the others off. Did they say anything else?"

"No," Abbacchio didn't want to alarm Bruno before he got here in person, especially if he was just reading the situation wrong. "The doctor's still looking at him."

"Okay. Thank you for looking after him, Leone. I'm sure he'll be okay."

Abbacchio wasn't entirely sure, but he ended the call.

He waited a little bit longer, but finally got impatient and stood, heading back toward the room he'd left Giorno in.

He was surprised to see the doctor and a couple nurses standing in the open doorway, talking quietly. Abbacchio could see past them to Giorno lying in the bed, covered in a blanket with an IV drip attached to his arm, hopefully giving him some much needed hydration.

When the doctor spotted him coming their way, she pointed to him with a couple murmured words to the others before stepping up as if to confront him.

"Sir, I asked you to wait in the waiting room."

"All I wanted was an answer as to whether the kid would be okay or not," Abbacchio snapped.

"He's going to be fine," the doctor said shortly. "We're giving him some intravenous fluids right now and some strong medicine to bring the fever down."

"Great," Abbacchio replied, still uneasy. "So can I sit with him, then?"

"We think it's best that you stay away from Giorno until we can ask him a few questions."

Abbacchio frowned, genuinely confused. "Why? He contagious or something? More so than a normal flu?"

"This isn't about him being sick," one of the other doctors spoke up. "This is about your relationship to the young man."

Abbacchio felt like he was about to tear his hair out. "What the hell does that have to do with it?"

"Normally, nothing," the doctor said. "But when a patient shows such clear signs of abuse, it's our job to ask. Especially when they come in with an obviously aggressive 'guardian'." The last word was spoken very pointedly with a cocked eyebrow but Abbacchio was still hooked on 'clear signs of abuse'.

"What do you mean signs of abuse?" he demanded, voice raised quite a bit now.

"Sir, calm down—"

"Don't tell me to fucking calm down!" Abbacchio snapped. "You refuse to give me Giorno's diagnosis, kick me out of the room, and then accuse me of abusing him? Just because I waited an hour to see if his fever would go down by itself instead of taking him here at the first sign of a sniffle?"

"Stop deflecting," the doctor said sternly. "This isn't about him being sick, this about the scars that are literally covering his back."

That information was like a slap to Abbacchio's face. He stood there with his mouth hanging open. "The what?!"

"For you to even enter this room, we're going to need both proof of guardianship and Giorno's express approval—after it has been given in private to one of our staff with the promise of security should he refuse."

"What the fuck kind of bastard do you think I am to beat a kid?" Abbacchio demanded, furious.

"Call security," the doctor told one of the nurses firmly. "Sir, I'll give you one more chance to leave before you're escorted off the premises."

"I'm not leaving the kid here alone!" Abbacchio shouted.

"What exactly is going on here?"

The authoritative voice stopped everyone, and Abbacchio spun in relief to see Bucciarati striding up.

"Bruno, thank god," Abbacchio growled. "The doctor here refuses to let me see Giorno because she's convinced I've abused him."

"Excuse me?" Bruno demanded, eyebrow raised.

The doctor folded her arms over her chest. "Are you Signore Giovanna's guardian?"

"Yes, I am," Bruno replied firmly. "What is the problem here? Why can't Abbacchio sit with him? I assume a badly sick minor is reason enough to forgo usual visiting hours?"

"It's policy that if we expect a patient of being the victim of abuse we cannot allow any potential abusers near them."

"What abuse are we talking about here?" Bruno demanded.

"She says he has scars on his back," Abbacchio said, feeling sick to his stomach at the thought. "Do you know anything about that?"

"What?" Bruno asked incredulously. "Are you accusing Abbacchio of beating him?"

"Well, sir, someone clearly has," the doctor said firmly. "And unless I get some answers out of you two, neither of you are going to be allowed in that room."

"Now see here, Doctor," Bucciarati said, voice low and dangerous. Abbacchio could see his Stand aura wavering around him, Sticky Fingers' hands turning into fists over his own. "Whatever abuse happened to that boy it was not done under my roof, and I resent—"

"Please…stop."

Everyone froze, turning to the open door of the room to see Giorno, propping himself up weakly, looking toward them.

"Giorno," Bruno murmured stepping forward before the doctor held her arm across the door. Abbacchio was sure for a second that Bruno was going to zip it off her body, but Giorno's voice carried weakly to them again.

"They didn't do it. Please let them in," he said.

The doctor didn't relent. "Are you just saying that because you're scared of what they'll do?" she asked kindly. "I promise, no one will hurt you here. We'll have them taken away if that's what you want."

"No!" Giorno pleaded, reaching out and the sight made Abbacchio's heart ache, furious at the doctor. "Don't do that!"

Bruno moved forward. "This has gone far enough, I'm going in to see him."

"Call security!" the doctor snapped, making a move to grab at Bruno's arm, as the other nurses stepped forward.

"Is that you, Bucciarati?" A new voice called as footsteps came down the hall. "What's going on here?"

Abbacchio turned to see a middle-aged man in scrubs and a lab coat walking down the hall, brow pinched in confusion.

Bruno turned and let out a relived sigh. "Ah, Dr. Folliero, I'm so glad you're on duty tonight. One of your doctors seems to have gotten the wrong idea about one of my men."

"What's going on, Marzia?" the doctor asked.

The woman folded her arms. "Doctor, this man brought in a very sick young man with signs of abuse and neither of them have done anything to convince me that one of them was not the one responsible."

"They're not!" Giorno's weak voice came again before he coughed, one of the nurses pushed inside to go see to him.

"This man is with you, Bucciarati?" Dr. Folliero asked, motioning to Abbacchio.

"Yes," both Bruno and Abbacchio said at the same time as the doctor nodded.

"Normally, I would say your dedication is admirable, Marzia," Dr. Folliero said calmly. "However, in this case you're quite mistaken." He reached out to squeeze Bruno's arm fondly. "I've known Bruno Bucciarati since he was little more than a boy coming to visit his ailing father. And since then he has brought me many children off the streets and paid for their treatment out of pocket. He is the last person you should be accusing of abuse to anyone other than the abusers themselves."

"And I assure you that Abbacchio does not beat children either," Bruno said firmly. "He just doesn't take kindly to people keeping information from him when it involves family." Abbacchio flushed, somewhat embarrassed by his conduct, but he would still stand by his principles.

The doctor Marzia looked thoroughly deflated. "I apologize, Signore. I made a mistake."

"This time, yes," Bruno told her. "But do not let that keep you from doing the same in the future. It could save someone's life."

"Well said," Dr. Folliero nodded, giving his protégé a fond look. "I'll see to the boy myself."

Bruno instantly flew into the room with Abbacchio quick to follow.

"How are you doing, kid?" he asked Giorno softly. "Sorry for the trouble."

Bruno took a seat beside him, taking his hand and squeezing in reassurance.

Giorno looked awful, lying there, pale, except for his flushed cheeks, the IV drip leading to a taped needle in the crook of his arm.

"Feel a little better," he murmured.

Dr. Folliero checked him over briefly. "Your fever is down to a manageable 102.5. If you keep this up and are able to keep something in your stomach by tomorrow, then we'll see about getting you out of here."

Giorno nodded tiredly, before his eyes slid shut again, clasping Bruno's hand firmly.

"He'll be all right?" Abbacchio asked the doctor.

The old man smiled at him kindly. "Yes. It's just a bad flu. I would simply recommend he get lots of rest in order to recuperate once you get him back home."

"That's all I wanted to know before," Abbacchio muttered.

Folliero's face sobered them. "I take it from the conversation you didn't know about his scars?"

Bruno's face turned pained as he shook his head. "No, I didn't. Giorno's only been with us for about six months and he hasn't told me much about his past yet."

The doctor nodded. "Well, I'm glad he found you, Bucciarati, wherever he might have been before." He squeezed Bruno's shoulder and shook Abbacchio's hand before he left. "I'll be here all night. Don't hesitate to ask for me if he needs anything."

"Thank you," Bruno said, tiredly.

Abbacchio stood there for a long second before he pulled out his phone. "I'm gonna go call the others real quick. Give them an update."

Bruno nodded, still focused on Giorno.

By the time he got back, someone had brought two hot coffees and Abbacchio gratefully took one as he pulled another chair over to the side of the bed.

"Hey," Abbacchio said, nudging Bruno's knee. "Try not to interrogate him about it. I'm sure he didn't want us to find out like this."

Bruno's look was stricken but he nodded reluctantly, reaching out to push some stray bangs from Giorno's sweaty forehead. "I know. Just…the thought that the bastard who did it might still be out there somewhere…"

"I know," Abbacchio replied darkly. "But ultimately it's up to Giorno."

They sat mostly in silence all night. Abbacchio dozed off, but woke as the shift nurse came in around dawn to check on Giorno.

"He's doing well," she said kindly. "Fever's down to 100 now. We'll let him try eating someone when he wakes up."

Bruno nodded gratefully and the nurse left. Abbacchio stood, stretching with a yawn. "I'll go grab some more coffee."

When he came back, Giorno was awake, and allowing Bruno to prop him up, holding a cup for him to drink from.

"Hey, you're looking a little better," Abbacchio told him, setting Bruno's coffee on the beside table.

"I feel a little better," Giorno admitted. "Just…tired."

"Yes, and you'll be resting up for quite a while," Bruno insisted. Abbacchio wished he could get a recording to play back the next time Bruno got sick.

Giorno looked down at his lap, hands clenched in the blanket. "I…owe you an explanation."

"No, Giorno," Bruno said quietly. "You don't owe us anything, especially not until you're well."

Giorno fidgeted. "if I don't tell you now, I'll just be thinking of it the whole time," he said tiredly, hands clutching the blankets tighter. "The scars…they're from my stepfather. He used to beat me. Usually when he was drunk, but not always. I…I didn't tell you about them before because I just wanted to put that part of my life behind me, but I couldn't let them kick you out, and I couldn't stand to hear them accuse you of doing it because you're…" His eyes filled and his breath hitched. He cringed, knuckles going white as he clenched his fists tighter in the blankets. "You've all been so good to me and I didn't think I'd ever know what it felt like to be part of a family."

"Oh, Giorno," Bruno whispered, looking on the verge of tears himself. He was already standing before he asked. "May I hug you?"

Giorno nodded, choking back a sob, and clung to Bruno as he pulled him into his arms.

"I'm sorry," he sniffled. "I didn't mean to get like this."

"It's the fever talking," Abbacchio said, having mercy on the kid as he sat on the other side of the bed and opened his arms to hug Giorno next. "But you don't need to apologize either. I'm sorry you had shit parents and I promise that all you have to do is say the word and if they're still breathing, they won't be for long."

Giorno squeezed him weakly. "Thanks, Abba," he murmured into his chest.

Abbacchio met Bucciarati's eyes over Giorno's head with a silent nod. They would definitely be looking into information about Giorno's stepfather, keeping tabs on him.

Abbacchio pulled away and Bruno leaned in, pressing a firm kiss to the side of Giorno's head. "Best get some more rest. You should be able to go home by tonight."

Giorno nodded and passed out almost instantly as Bruno pulled the blanket over him again.

"You know, Leone," Bruno said quietly. "I used to wonder if it was worth it, worth all the blood and pain and filthy deeds this life brings. But being able to have the power to protect the ones who need it—it makes it all worth it in the end, don't you think?"

"Yeah," Abbacchio replied sincerely. "It does."

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[comradekatara]

wake up sheeple !! the notion that katara is the overbearing, responsible member of the group was a lie peddled by Big Toph to distract from the fact that the actual overbearing, responsible member of the group (sokka) also happens to be her favorite.

[insomniac-ships]

I wish more people understood that you can have hard limits and boundaries when it comes to fictional content you enjoy without insinuating that anyone who doesn't share similar opinions is some kind of freak/pervert/monster.

[summerlinenss]

here’s the thing.

if you’re one of the people celebrating our flag means death’s cancellation for whatever reason right now, i need you to realize that this is just a sign that whatever you love is next.

and i’m not saying that out of spite. having your favourite show cancelled is awful, i wouldn’t wish it on anyone. but if our little-gay-pirate-show-that-could can’t get its third and final season, the future of queer media is extremely grim.

ofmd was the definition of a sleeper hit. hbo max had no faith in it when the first season came out. it gained popularity purely through word-of-mouth. but it became one of max’s biggest shows, and it’s since been marketed as their flagship series.

it was the #1 most in-demand series in the world for 8 weeks (7 of those weeks consecutively). it’s currently in the 99.7th percentile of the comedy genre, meaning it’s in higher demand than 99.7% of all comedy series in the u.s. it has a 94% audience and critics score on rotten tomatoes. it’s the most in-demand hbo original series even above euphoria, succession, and the last of us.

it was nominated for 16 awards for the first season alone, including a GLAAD award and a peabody award. the second season was just nominated for an art directors guild award, which it was previously nominated for and won in the same category for season one.

besides awards, ofmd is critically-acclaimed and praised for its representation (including a cast of majority queer, bipoc, and disabled characters) and themes of anti-colonialism, challenging gender norms/toxic masculinity, and self-discovery/acceptance. it also has a diverse team of directors and writers consisting of several bipoc, women, and queer/trans/non-binary people.

on top of all of this, the plan for the show all along was only ever for three seasons. david jenkins only wanted three seasons for the full romcom structure to tell ed and stede’s story. that’s it. nothing more.

this isn’t an attempt to make you care about the show. but ofmd’s cancellation isn’t just a loss for the fanbase and the cast/crew. it’s a sign that it does not matter how successful or profitable shows highlighting lgbtq+ (or otherwise inclusive) narratives are or how many big names are involved. ofmd would not have been cancelled if it were a straight romcom. they would’ve magically found the budget. but corporate greed doesn’t care about us. they have no respect for queer people or queer media. and in the age of streaming, it’s only a matter of time until we lose all of it.

[tau1tvec]

Our racist ass neighbor moved out.

[myceliumelium]

I am very normal about him.

[ladyluscinia]

For real though. If I was A LOT more annoying of a person I would make another blog solely to append an obnoxious "WHY DO YOU HATE FANG?" banner onto every post that suggests Edward somehow didn't hurt / injure / do harm to / traumatize / etc anyone except Izzy, and that we're supposed to view Kraken era as uncritically sympathetic to Edward and "he did nothing inexcusable once you consider how hurt he was".

I love Edward... but Fang.

His best friend is dead. He almost fell off the ship trying to save the nameless crew members in the storm. He couldn't even eat his cake.

Like, all the crying and Jim's hardcore rewrite of the wooden boy story got to me, okay?

😭

Edward you better apologize. I know you were going through it, but #JusticeforFang

[raceweek]

me when my driver may have breached track limits in 4k live tv

[arsenicflame]

im not here to think critically about fictional characters, im here to call 50 year old men baby boy

[tmmyhug]

the part that baffles me the most about this is how it’s been three YEARS and he hasn’t learned a THING

[teaveetamer]

How does Raxis's orientation, gender, and skin color matter? And why does yours matter?

Why does me being a queer woman matter when a cishet white man accuses me of being queerphobic and misogynist?

Assuming you're the anon Ezra keeps getting who is complaining about us pointing out his age (since I got this right after I reblogged one of those), you probably read his blog right? Considering Raxis claims to be such a great progressive ally and co-opts all that progressive language, I'd think people who follow him would understand why this is so important?

Okay, I'll be very clear, cut because this got long, I'm not repeating it ad nauseum after this post.

His gender, sexual orientation, and race wouldn't matter if he hadn't made it matter. Raxis is not only a bully, he's a bully who constantly appropriates the language of social justice. My very first direct interaction with him was literally me calling his ass out for using the murder of Roe v. Wade as a bludgeon to win a fandom argument. Which happened, like, right the fuck after that decision came down and most women in America were fucking traumatized from literally having our rights stripped from us. And I wish our relationship ended at that "apology" but he hasn't changed and he keeps doing it.

He is the one who consistently accuses me (and other women) of being misogynistic and having internalized misogyny. He is the one who consistently accuses me (and other queer folk) of being queerphobic. He is the one who accuses BWIIDT (who is mixed race) for being out of line for thinking Cap (another white man!) has written racist elements into his fic (unintentionally or not). He consistently uses our oppression as a justification for why it should be okay for him to bully us.

If you are going to use our identities as part of your justification for harassing us, then we have every right to point out that these are identities that we hold and you don't. We have every right to point out that the opinions of a cishet white man about misogyny, queerphobia, racism, etc. do not matter as much as ours because you have never fucking experienced it like we have.

The role of allies is to amplify voices in spaces where we are not respected (e.g. with other cishet white men), not to lecture marginalized people for being "bad queers" or "bad women" from your throne of privilege.

It's especially fucking slimy because he pretends to be super progressive live and in concert, but when he slinks back to his buddies he laughs at us for being upset about being misgendered:

(Yes because you repeatedly misgendered me for months and only started correcting yourself and your anons when I called your shit out. You are literally "the misgendering type" but it's cute how you tried to act like I was being unreasonable for wanting the basic human respect of being referred to by my proper pronouns)

Accuses us of trying to hide behind "identity politics" when we're talking about the fucking oppression we face:

(Always a great sign when a cishet white man accuses queer women of "trying to use identity politics as a shield" when they're talking about their own fucking oppression. An even better sign when a cishet white man brags about "out identity-politicking" queer women when they're telling you to stop fucking throwing their oppression back in their faces. Whining about "identity politics" whenever marginalized groups try to voice anything is frankly such an alt right dogwhistle in itself at this point and I genuinely hope he's just not aware of it.)

Bullies queer women on his side who disagree with him and try to say basically exactly what I'm saying right now. That straight men can't appropriate the language we use to describe our oppression:

(usernames censored for the privacy of those being harassed and those not participating in harassment. This conversation has so much fucking more btw holy shit.)

Accuses me, specifically, of being "desperate to be a victim". I'll remind you I quite literally tried to give him grace despite him consistently using my oppression as a bludgeon to win stupid fucking fandom arguments and harass people (see also, the link above about me calling him out for the Roe v. Wade thing):

(Yes, Raxis, I fucking loved pouring my heart out about how my dad would kick me out for being queer and how I've faced sexual harassment. Tee hee. I'm having soooooo much fun "being a victim". I don't 'argue', I tell you, because your horrible treatment of people and my feelings about it are not up for debate.)

And engages in racist behavior like calling being black a "multiplier" to deflect from criticism and mocking a WoC when she posts about how racism upsets her.

(Yes Raxis, WoC tend to get "big mad" and "suffer" when they encounter racism, you ghoul. Before you ask, the blacked out part just wasn't relevant to the conversation.)

And this is just the stuff I got out of a quick keyword search because I don't want to expend that much energy on this. God only knows what else is buried in there.

This tells me you aren't actually an ally. You're an "ally" when it's convenient for you or when you think it'll make you look good, but your allyship is conditional, and the second you're "crossed" by someone you claim to champion you throw their trauma back in their faces. Not even your supposed friends are safe from it, so what chance did we have of not getting harassed by you?

"But there's queer women in the Edelgard fandom who like him!" Okay? So he can't be engaging in harmful shit just because he has a queer friend? When has "I have a [blank] friend" EVER been an actual good faith defense against criticism? News flash, we're not a monolith, and just because some women and queer folk might like you or even agree with you doesn't mean you get to tell me how I should respond to my own fucking oppression. It is not your place to accuse me, a fucking queer woman, of having "internalized misogyny" or "internalized homophobia" every time I say something you don't personally like.

Frankly, from what I've seen of their server, it's less "queer women like him" and more like "queer women are too afraid to say anything against him" because whenever they try he cries to his pro-genocide mod buddy (THAT is a whole fucking story) who threatens to ban them.

And I'm not going to add these screenshots because I feel icky airing her personal business like that so explicitly, but I do have them. The woman involved in the censored screenshots above posted, in the server, about how unsafe she felt because she'd been threatened and silenced by cishet men for trying to talk about queerphobia. She left the server entirely after that.

And let's not forget what started this: he's thirty five years old and in many cases he's pulling this shit on people who are significantly younger than him. Exceeding a decade his junior in some cases. I point that out primarily for the power dynamic inherent to that. Not only is he privileged on the basis of race, gender, and orientation, he's fully developed and he knows what he's doing. He has the privilege of age and experience.

Fuck dude, he started going after some folks on Tumblr when they were still like? 18? 19? Not children, but fucking close.

I'll be very explicit because I know he's going to take this and try to accuse me of ageism, because that's what he always does when he gets called out for appropriating the language of social justice: you are a fucking adult. You have been an adult the entire time you have been in this fandom. As an adult, it's your job to be a fucking adult in these situations. Not to verbally abuse and harass inexperienced teens and early 20 somethings because they don't agree with your video game opinions. You are a grown ass 35 year old man man who thinks he's cool because he can "beat up", "cow", and "bitch slap" teenagers and early 20 somethings who are still developing, figuring themselves out, and learning how to express themselves in an articulate manner. Many of whom are already dealing with varying levels of actual trauma based on their upbringings (abusive, hateful, uncaring, or just generally unpleasant environments) or how they've been treated because of their identity (race, class, gender, sexual orientation, mental health, disability, sometimes multiple all at once) or both. That is why I keep bringing up your age.

It is quite possibly the single most embarrassing thing I have seen someone in fandom brag about. Not even just because you did it, Raxis, but because you're proud of it and you genuinely think it makes you look cool. It's embarrassing. You're embarrassing yourself.

[civilization-illstayrighthere]

do you ever think about right after v kisses kerry how he says w dazed disbelief he wants this gorgeous moment to last forever to a dying man and johnny’s remark about ‘kerry never did get it. only one thing worse than unfulfilled dreams— dreams that come true’ and how quietly gutted he sounds and then you think about how how kerry’s always wanted to get with johnny and how kerry only romances male v because it unconsciously or not fits into that fifty year old want for johnny or do you do yo u… do you

[youre-where-i-wanna-go]

It's honestly kind of sad that actors can't really affirm queer headcanons for their characters anymore without fearing the "queerbaiting" accusations, especially on a show that already has so many queer characters and storylines.

It should be common knowledge that writers are in charge of storylines and actors usually have little power over them. Jumping to queerbaiting accusations just because two characters that have chemistry haven't become a couple yet is making it harder for actors to affirm their queer fans' theories without getting attacked by those very same fans they're trying to be supportive of.

[doomdaysdecays]

ppl on this site will post art of something and add “i dont support the creator uwu” like an incantation of sorts to absolve them from sin as if posting content for The Thing isnt helping the creator grow their audience. its extremely funny tho keep it up

[poorlittleyaoyao]

always baffled when people hate on characters in reblogs in ways that aren’t in dialogue with the post itself. “the nice thing you said about the meow meow is wrong and here’s why”? out of pocket, but at least it’s related! random assertions of bad-faith headcanons that have nothing to do with anything? sir this is a Wendy’s.

[laithraihan]

do people genuinely just not read tags? like, is reading comprehension seriously this much of an issue?

i love your art laith <3

Im unsure if they havent read the tags or if theyre purposefully trying to find a problem with my drawings, regardless Im frankly getting sick of this it's been like 2 days. If it's meant to be ship art I always tag the pairing name, if not then I tag their names separately like usual. Simple as that.

Thank you very much btw 🫶💜