#best response: ignore it. block and delete

[mars-ipan]

kinda bored. when will someone send me stupid anon hate so i can laugh

[the-final-sif]

Dream's Response Summary

Dream posted a response to various accusations, covering just about everything ever because he was done with this shit. I've done my best to summarize it here, but I recommend going and watching his whole video. This is going to be extremely summarized for readability and I'm only going to cover stuff I consider serious so anything about speedrunning is getting skipped.

The tl:dr is: Dream never groomed anyone or had inappropriate contact with anyone underage, he provided proof that one accuser flat out lied, and the other ""accusation"" was from a third party who was never involved. The actual supposed victim released a statement that they were never groomed, nor a victim in any way, never was asked about someone sharing information about them, and wants everyone to shut the fuck up.

Police were never actually contacted, both twitter accounts were lying about doing so to make their claims seem real. Also the supposed snapchat video shown is a very obvious fake.

He covers Manatreed, the run down is the guy was a childhood best friend he grew up with and who was struggling with homelessness. Dream helped him, and never knew about the battery charge (Manatreed had lied to him about it). When Dream spoke to Manatreed's ex girlfriend, she was very clear she never wanted any of this publicly out there, that she was happy that Dream had been helping Manatreed and she wanted the best for him.

Dream still doesn't know exactly what happened with that situation, he has since lost contract with Manatreed, all he knows is he was trying to help a childhood friend and got lied to.

The first allegation from Oxy/Anastasia, he's extremely clear they only ever messaged in twitter dms and he disproves the claim about the texts/tik tok. He has a google voice number hooked up to his tik tok account for obvious reasons, and she was showing imessage texts. This is not possible, which means she was lying.

As part of this, Dream scrolls through his twitter dms and shows he responds to fans all the time and talks to people in his community from all over. He also shows how he's friends with and has hired people that were fans of his, including people like Foolish.

He discusses Amanda, the two of them messaged on instagram back when he was a much smaller creator. He showed/posted the transcript of the two of them talking about normal stuff. They had been messaging since 2020. He did attempt to post a complete transcript of those messages, but she had deleted some of her messages and he doesn't have a way to recover them.

Dream explains that Instagram has a "feature" where if you ever reply to someone, then you literally cannot remove their ability to message you without blocking them. Something I did not know about instagram and which is fucking wild.

Since he replied to her in 2020, that meant she could message him forever and her notifications would be constantly showing up for him. He attempted to delete her messages/her ability to message him back in 2021 and showed proof of this, but realized he couldn't. Dream also in doing so accidentally deleted the context to her messages that she was a fan and basically everything prior to 2021.

Since he didn't remember her (what with the prior messages deleted), she was dmnig him from her personal account without fan content on it and was talking about being a streamer, he assumed she was a smaller streamer he knew and was talking to her as such.

They were talking about music so he gave her his personal snapchat to talk and because he wanted to get some feedback on a new song he was working on. He wanted to send the song via snapchat so he could be reasonably sure it'd stay private.

Dream categorically denies any sexting with Amanda or sexual messaging at all, he goes through why she most likely did this (he had been ignoring her messages and made a new snapchat with only close friends). He also downloaded his own data (something Amanda refused to/failed to do), went through the snapchat logs and did see some messages, but never saw either of his supposed compliments to her.

Amanda claimed Dream deleted her dms and that's why she couldn't provide any of the evidence she claimed she had, but Dream showed those same DMs very clearly undeleted. The dms were never deleted and she lied as an excuse.

Amanda lied about going to the police. Dream had his lawyers file a bunch of requests, and track down the police station that she went to based on the photo. They filed every request possible for any information with this police station, and there was no record of Amanda visiting the station or any records relating to Dream whatsoever. So either she lied about filing anything, or she told a story such that the police filed literally no paperwork whatsoever about the situation. Not even a report.

Dream sent the police station a copy of his own drivers license and Amanda's information so they could contact him if anything did come up, and nothing ever did. Nothing was filed, nobody cared.

Dream got swatted several times as a result of online harassment, including his family, and the harassment was overwhelming and awful for him.

He addresses the gumball situation, he showed up to a birthday party for a friend, gumball's VA was there and kept getting aggressive with him. While on facetime with some friends, Cantu ended up hitting Dream to impress them. Dream was obviously put off by this, but at the end of the night people ended up ubering together and Dream ended up in an uber with Cantu. He thought it'd be fine since other people were involved.

Cantu dropped his phone out the window made the uber driver pull over to look for it and got in trouble with the police. The uber driver tried to talk to Cantu about handling the police in the future, and Cantu started calling the uber driver slurs and claiming the uber driver had "down syndrome".

Dream got involved, trying to defend the uber driver, and Cantu threatened to kill him and called him slurs. Later Cantu apologized and Dream wanted to forgive him. Only later, Cantu started spreading lies about him and calling him a pedophile, so Dream realized the apology wasn't sincere and called him out for his behavior.

The third party who had been filming all of this saw what Cantu was doing lying about Dream and trying to claim none of this happened. They reached out to Dream and gave him the actual video as proof of what happened. Cantu tried to threaten them out of sending Dream the video of what happened, but they ignored him and sent them anyways. Dream also had the uber driver in his video backing up what he said.

Finally, the Jamie Allegations

Jamie is a mutual friend of several people that Dream knew, she did not post the allegations, she was never contacted about any of this she made an explicit statement that she was never groomed or a victim in any way.

Dream and Jamie meet prior to Dream being a youtuber on bbh's minecraft server, they were both fans of Skeppy. Which is why Jamie was followed by Dream, Skeppy, Vurb and some other youtubers in their friend group.

Jamie is still active online and put out her own statement, the person in the screenshots never gave permission for any of this to be put out, and they are very clear that the messages were taken out of context and that the claims made are false. The person in the screens is clear Dream is not a groomer, they never accused him of that, and that the twitter account is lying.

The snapchat video shown is very obviously fake, because snapchat just magically opens itself, there's no finger or button use interacting with the screen.

The burner account never actually contacted the police, Dream records him calling to the department they claimed to contact, and the person answering is very clear they have no contact from this person.

The supposed recent document posted is a fake convo of someone using a fake twitter account to talk to "Jamie", Jamie did not talk to them and it's just fake.

All of this was incredibly damaging for Jamie, who had no idea what was going on, and was getting harassed/stalked/having her irls contact.

Dream has also faced waves of harassment over obviously fake allegations, people have just been taking them at face value. He also shows how easy it is to fake these things as I have done.

He's been swatted, harassed, his family has been swatted and harassed, he's been scared for his own safety several times. It's been awful for him, and all based on fake shit. He's not stepping back from minecraft, but he is stepping back from twitter and no longer engaging with people behaving this way.

Also his ping pong record was undefeated.

[peridot-tears]

Hey MDZS fandom. I want you guys to be careful interacting with this person.

If you don't already know, Chinese people have had a long history with cultural erasure when it comes to taking on English-language names. It started with imperialism, and continues as a way to "assimilate" and avoid mockery of our language in western countries.

For Chinese diaspora like myself, it's another form of racism we face, to the point where some of us are reclaiming our names in everyday life. Here's an article about this movement happening across Asian diasporas in the United States -- just to name one instance out of many.

The responses to this post reflect that:

You can see that my comment assumed "good faith." However, OP deleted these comments and blocked me. (That didn't stop other people from calling it out as well, though I have to assume that if OP was so offended by my comment, the next few people will receive the same treatment.)

I honestly didn't like whipping up the diaspora statement -- that I wrote with multiple Chinese diaspora fans of MDZS, all of us hailing from multiple different countries and backgrounds, our ancestry coming from completely different regions of China -- because it meant that we were encountering another microaggression.

If you ever wonder why MDZS and danmei fandoms in general seem to be so bereft of Chinese diaspora voices, that's absolutely because of these microaggressions: Someone makes a joke, writes a story, writes some meta, that is culturally ignorant at best, offensive and harmful at worst, and when we gently correct them, explaining why it's racist, the person in question shuts us down, dismisses us, gets defensive, or worse.

Regardless of where you are -- fandom, social media, on the street, at work, at school -- as long as you are interacting with other people, your words matter and affect other people. That includes being racially offensive, even if you didn't intend to be. It's how you respond to the people you've insulted that reveals your character, how willing you are to be complicit in their mistreatment.

My rule of thumb has always been this -- if multiple people, including those of the culture you've just made a microaggressive joke about, find it unfunny, racist, or harmful, then you listen. Dismiss or ignore them, then yes -- you absolutely are racist.

[just-aro]

ngl it feels like a lot of younger folks on tumblr don't understand how to not feed trolls.

did someone send you (anon) hate? block them, delete it. they spent time and energy on crafting that message to piss you off, and they don't deserve to see you answer it.

did someone make an annoying comment on a post? block them, reblog from another chain, and ignore them.

if there's an argument in the replies or reblogs of a post, have mercy on poor OP: block them, maybe gently remind people to not feed the trolls, and move on.

block, delete, report: no more energy than that. seriously.

feel free to instead post something that in no way addresses that individual, ie a message about supporting sex workers, a shout out to alloaros, a discussion around how to increase community awareness... stuff like that. don't try to "cleverly" disguise a comeback in it. just do your best to cut off their source of enjoyement: your clear response.

[celerydays]

Hi! I have been following you for some time and I notice you draw more and more Sebastian and Ominis doing stuff that makes me... uncomfortable.....

Sebastian and Ominis are best friends, why people are obsessed with drawing them into weird gay stuff? Seriously.... Why can't be friends.... without all Sebinis... Just stop it...

Normally I would delete messages or simply ignore the things that make me feel uncomfortable–

But, you're on anon and this is my ask inbox, so I can only assume you want an actual, public response. So alright. Fine.

Like I said: normally I would just remove odd, uncomfortable, or even outright rude messages without making a whole thing of it. I curate my own online experience and I try my best to live by that rule.

However, I've now gotten multiple unsolicited DMs over the course of a couple of months expressing the exact same sentiment (and nearly word-for-word as this ask, so I highly suspect I already know who you are). I have duly ignored or glossed over them hoping that the person/people would take the hint to simply stop engaging with the same message over and over again. But an anon ask is my last straw, I guess.

So if you are the same person as in my DMs, I'm finally giving you a response (and if you're not the same person – which I highly doubt – then I'm speaking to both of you).

Firstly, I want to say that I am sorry that your worldview is so limited that this is your stance and feelings on gay/queer ship content for Sebastian and Ominis.

Next, I ask that you please:

Don't make your homophobia anyone else's issue but your own. Don't come into DMs/ask inboxes/comments to make your discomfort with the content I create my problem. I don't know what you hoped to accomplish by sending this message but it's unlikely that you'll find the same feelings or sympathy from the person who is actively creating queer/sebinis content.

Curate your own online experience. Once again, do not make your content consumption anyone else's problem but your own. The "unfollow" button is there. Tumblr has a tag filtering system and I try to tag my art and content as accurately as possible. If you do not like something/it makes you uncomfortable, then do not continue to consume it. And if you still decide to stick around for whatever reason, then please keep your thoughts/opinions on this matter to yourself because I can promise that I don't actually care why you would continue to be here and looking at my art if it makes you unhappy.

Widen your worldview and try to reframe your perspective. Consider that Sebastian x Ominis is just as canon as Sebastian x f!MC or Ominis x f!MC. As much as we like to ship our various MCs with the canon characters, MC never actually amounts to canonically being confirmed as anything but being just friends with everyone. Using the "they are just best friends" / "why can't they just be portrayed only as friends" could literally be applied to just about any other non-canon/non-confirmed ship between friends regardless of gender. If even one of them, Ominis or Sebastian, was portrayed as cis female in canon, I would suspect that you would better "understand" why a ship between these two "friends" may exist. Then also consider a cis male MC; it's possible you may suddenly reframe all the interactions between Ominis x m!MC or Sebastian x m!MC in your head to be "totally platonic/friendly". Your issue is certainly not with their canon relationship vs. fandom portrayal (but I think we both know that).

Educate yourself. Go outside and meet and talk to people, I dunno. It is 2024 my dude. I don't even know how you're on Tumblr – the most queer-friendly social media site – with those kind of narrowed views and stigma.

I would like to finish by saying: I don't wish you the best. What I do wish is for you to learn, grow, and be better than this.

And also please stop sending me messages of this nature, because the next ask or DM I get like this, we're moving on to blocking at this point. And if your purpose was to get me to stop, I can tell you that these messages have only fueled the explicit sebinis smut maker in me. 😤

[morallyinept]

HELLO & WELCOME TO THE PEDRO PASCAL FANDOM! 👋🏻

I'd just like to take a moment to say hello and a big welcome to all my recent followers & mutuals. How wonderful that you're here! So exciting!!

My name's Jett and I'm so happy that you're here in the Pedro fandom, and you're all so welcome here at my place too! 🖤

I'd also like to share with you some hints and tips on navigating this fandom and Tumblr.

Perhaps this is your first time in a fandom, or using a site like Tumblr, and I can appreciate how daunting it can feel. I've been there. Trust me. 🥴

But don't worry - I've got your back. We all have.

I hope you find it helpful, and if you have any questions, or just want to say hello back, please feel free to reach out. 🖤

Fandom is a different experience for everyone. You get out what you put in.

What do I mean by that?

Well, fandom is an inclusive place, for everyone to come together in mutual admiration and respect for, in this case, Pedro Pascal. It's a hub to share, create and get excited about content, and to make new friends.

It's NOT a place for divisiveness, hate or toxicity, although sadly it exists here in small pockets, as it does in any fandom. 😑

The best piece of advice I can give to you, is to be respectful.

Be respectful in the way you conduct yourself. Be respectful to your mutuals and followers, and to the blogs you follow. Be respectful to Pedro. As much as we all write fanfic about his characters (and some choose to write about him; that's their prerogative, although I personally don't), he is a human being, not a piece of meat.

It's perfectly fine to get excited, to fantasize and daydream, we all do it. We all get thirsty, let's face it. That Pedro fountain is flowing. 💦 But be mindful about blurring the lines between fantasy and reality.

Have fun, that's why you're here. I'm not your mom, but always remember to respect each other. (I'm fairly certain your mom would have told you that, however.)

If you are subject to any negativity or toxicity whilst here - and hopefully you never will be as the majority of us in this fandom are friendly, approachable and lovely, if but a bit excitable - but if you do experience it, the best thing to do is to ignore it.

Block, delete and move on. Don't feed into it or be a part of the problem.

If you have an ageless or empty blog, chances are you will be blocked.

Tumblr has a massive bot problem. 🤖 Specifically a porn bot problem.

It's easy for us to spot a fake blog or a bot that follows us. They usually have an empty bio, no icon, or their icon is an AI generated image of a scantily clad female. We all block them. 🚫

Most, if not all, writers in the Pedro fandom (and other fandoms too) write smut. We love it. And we know you do too, it's probably why you're here. But we are responsible writers, or try to be as responsible as we can be, by ensuring that no minors under the age of 18, to our knowledge, are reading our smutty fics.

So, if you have a blog that doesn't have your age on it, chances are you'll be blocked. We're protecting ourselves and we're protecting you.

Unfortunately, Tumblr is working against new users of the site in the fact that they now ask you to follow a few blogs BEFORE your profile bio is able to be set up or edited. I know, counterproductive right? So chances are you're getting blocked even before you start. 😖

I'd urge you to add your age onto your blog at the very least. It's okay to have an anonymous profile if you want to, but please, please tell us your age. Otherwise we will have no choice but to block you.

The RE-BLOG button is the only button you need.

Look at this:

The icon in green is the RE-BLOG button, the two arrows.

You'll find this at the bottom of every single blog post, including your own. Look at the difference in the numbers here. See how they differ from the RE-BLOG to the likes, the heart icon?

Yeeeeah. We don't want that disparity. We want that RE-BLOG icon to be the biggest number on our posts.

And here is where you can help with this:

PRESS THIS RE-BLOG BUTTON. DON'T STOP PRESSING THIS RE-BLOG BUTTON. LOVE THIS BUTTON. RE-BLOG EVERYTHING YOU LIKE!

Tumblr doesn't work like Instagram, Twitter/X or other social media platforms where 'likes' drive content to be seen. Here on Tumblr RE-BLOGGING is what gets our stories onto your home feed for you to see them and enjoy.

If you don't RE-BLOG, our posts get lost and have very little engagement, and that is why your favourite writers then stop writing and leave the site.

RE-BLOG, RE-BLOG, RE-BLOG everything you like and love. I cannot stress that enough.

Likes are nice, but they do absolutely nothing. Zilch. Nada. Bupkis.

Well, that's not technically true. Likes tell me that you've seen my post. That's it.

Annnnd what can I do with that info? Nothing. That's what.

RE-BLOGGING the post tells me however that you've enjoyed it, loved it even. That makes me very happy and inspires me to carry on writing fics that you'll (hopefully) enjoy.

Pressing the heart icon works like a bookmarking feature on Tumblr rather than a liking feature as you're probably used to from other social media sites. And the more things you like here, the more your older likes get pushed to the bottom of your epically long like list, to be forgotten about and will probably never see the light of day again.

Personally, I like to use the like button as a way of bookmarking something to come back to later and then I will RE-BLOG it once I've read it.

There is no limit to the amount of times you can RE-BLOG the same post, but you can only like it once. That should tell you that liking something here on Tumblr has no effect.

Tumblr is all about encouraging engagement through RE-BLOGS, the algorithm does nothing if you press the like button and move on.

By all means, give that heart icon a press, but please also RE-BLOG it at the same time. We will absolutely love you for it!

☝🏻And be mindful of going on a mass liking spree - Tumblr doesn't like that and neither do we. It's a quick way for you - and us - to get shadow-banned and Tumblr will think you're a bot. And being shadow-banned is incredibly annoying for everyone involved. Trust me. 😖

Talk to us. We love it!

We love getting positive/constructive feedback on our work. We love engaging or interacting with you. I certainly love receiving and responding to any comments, DM's or ASKS that I'm lucky enough to get.

But again, ensure you're respectful.

Tumblr has created an ASK feature where you can ask us a question, and you also have the option of asking us that question anonymously if you'd like.

If you do use the anonymous (anon) option on your ASK, be aware that we have the right to ignore or delete your ask if you're being a jerk. Don't be a jerk.

This feature is for someone to interact with us anonymously if they're shy. Not to be abused to send hate or negativity our way.

You'll find the ASK button on the main page of anyone's blog that has it activated, just below their bio.

And Tumblr has made it easy for us now to see if you're a mutual of ours, even if you're asking on anon FYI. So we can narrow it down to finding you if you do happen to be a jerk... just saying.

Be respectful in your comments, DM's, ASKS and RE-BLOGS.

Yes, you can leave comments on your RE-BLOGS too. Another reason for you to press that RE-BLOG button.

If you use something, always give credit to the source/creator where possible.

One way to garner enemies in any social media space is to use something that isn't yours, without crediting the source.

Now, it's impossible to physically ask everyone if you can use their content, however Tumblr makes this very easy for you to do that in most cases.

Yep, RE-BLOG IT.

RE-BLOGGING leaves a clear trail back to the original poster for everyone to see.

Now, if you use something without re-blogging, which you can absolutely do when you create your own blog posts from scratch, you should give credit to anything you use in your post that is not something you have originally created yourself.

Perhaps there is a GIF you like, for example. You can post it, but you should absolutely give credit by tagging the blogger/creator who created that GIF. (Tumblr also has their own selection of GIFS you can use FYI, and when you do they automatically add the original creator's tag at the bottom of it. Easy!)

And this should be respected if you use another's person's art or writing too.

Now, I could quite happily sit here and tell you all about copyright law, but we'd be here forever and frankly it's a boring topic and I'd rather you get out there and read all the awesome fics you're going to discover instead.

But, in a nutshell, any picture of Pedro you post, does not belong to you, no matter how many times you write your user name all over it.

Look, we all do it; we all like to make our edits, our banners, our covers look wizard, and I do it myself. But what we can't do is claim ownership or copyright to it.

Some people will try; they'll get pissy if you use something that they claim they found first or is "theirs" because they plastered their user name all over it... putting your username on something does absolutely nothing FYI.

☝🏻No-one can claim copyright or ownership to any image of Pedro, unless they physically took that photo themselves and can back it up with evidence should they be challenged legally.

My advice here is to always credit the source on anything you want to use, i.e. where you found it and tag or link back to the original content creator where possible.

If you're unsure where it originates from, you can still use it, but just make a note in your post somewhere about not knowing who it belongs to etc... so the original creator can advise you later.

Again, it just all boils down to being respectful.

And if you're ever not sure if you can, or should, use something, reach out to that creator on Tumblr and ask. They'll appreciate it, regardless if they give you permission or not.

Hoo, we sure covered a lot here...

I hope you've found this post useful at the very least. For a more extensive use of Tumblr you can easily use the search function, or via Google if there is a particular setting or something you need help with, or reach out and ask someone. This Pedro community is incredibly welcoming and helpful.

And if they're not, well you let me know and I'll send the Pedro Boys to sort them out. 🫡

If you enjoyed this, and did indeed find it useful, you know what to do:

RE-BLOG IT!

Now, get out there and have some fun exploring and reading!

Stay Kind. Stay Creamy. 🖤

🖤

GIF of Dieter Bravo from @miguelo-hara 🖤

[suhsweet]

not just friends ⟡ ljy

wc: 2879 | pair: bff!juyeon x afab!reader | genre: bffs to lovers, drunk confessions | tags: open ending, mutual pining, lovesick!juyeon, possessive!juyeon, juyeon is obsessed you with, nightclub, drinking, reader is shorter than juyeon, reader flirts and (almost) hooks up with someone else, hyunjae has the nickname ‘horny h’

summary: juyeon’s plans to interrupt your one-night-stand involves him arriving at your place completely drunk, and confessing his love for you

authors note: shout out to strong woman do bong soon for the ending. also, thank you for the love for my mingyu fic. is this what it feels like to newly debuted group that is doing well in streams?

“Juyeon buddy, we’re gonna be, like, fifty million shots behind everyone else if you don’t stop fixing your stupid hair!”

“It’s only seven,” was the taller boy’s response. He was so focused on fixing each strand of his black hair in place that he hardly paid any mind to your reflection in the mirror. “We’re supposed to be there at eight-thirty.”

“Ever heard of pre-gaming?” You muttered, stepping into his bathroom.

Tonight was Hyunjae’s birthday party, and to celebrate it, he invited the entire friend group to a new club that had just opened in Hongdae. You sighed at your best friend. If he hadn’t lived right down the block from your place, you would’ve been on your way with your other friends already.

But as you observed his face, endearingly serious and focused, you knew that deep down you didn’t mind. The butterflies that fluttered in your stomach didn’t seem to mind either. If anything, they encouraged prolonging the club so that you would spend more time alone together.

If the butterflies were real, you would’ve called an exterminator. But they weren’t. They were feelings, feelings for Juyeon which you could not manage to shove away no matter how hard you tried. It was a horrible fate that you had unintentionally forced upon yourself: Juyeon’s friend-zoned best friend.

It was torture watching people approach him whenever you were out together. You couldn’t claim him as yours. You couldn’t stop him from going on dates or looking at other people. You couldn’t delete the dating apps off of his phone. You had no say in that. He was single. You were his friend. That was it.

Sometimes you cursed the teacher who grouped you together during your first year of college. But at least through that very project, you made other friends like Changmin and Chanhee. Project meetings became lunches and dinners together as a group of four. Then you each made more friends and created a larger group. People came and went, but what remained was that after every time you spent time with your friends, you’d often go home with Juyeon.

It was a perfect coincidence that your places were a five minute walk from each other. The first time you went home together, you couldn’t believe he lived nearby and joked that he was following you around.

You grew to look forward to the end of the day as it meant spending time alone with Juyeon. The two of you spoke about your days, interests and everything inbetween. It almost felt domestic, like you were walking home to your shared apartment with your boyfriend.

Juyeon suddenly turned towards you, breaking you out of your lovesick puppy-love la-la-land.

“I can’t get my hair right, can you do it for me? Like how you did it that other time?”

With a nod, you picked up the little tub of hair wax and fixed his hair the way that you liked it, the way you did it last time. “Your hair looks just fine the way you did it though.”

He shrugs. “Feels like it looks better when you do it. Need your stamp of approval.”

Your smile cracked a smile, then focused on his hair. The two of you stood in comfortable silence. Until you felt his fingers lift your necklace from around your neck. The small pendant glittered in the light of the bathroom. It took everything in you to ignore his eyes and his touch.

“All done, looking like a movie star,” you kept your tone light. Juyeon’s touch was something you avoided because you always felt yourself craving for it in more ways than possible as platonic friends.

“When have I ever seen you without this on?” He muttered quietly, almost as if asking himself.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself now. I wear it because it’s my favorite. And it’s my favorite because it’s pretty, not because you got it for my birthday.” You couldn’t help the blush that bloomed on your cheeks. You were lying through your teeth.

“If I buy you another, will you wear that one too?” He teased.

“Shut up, can we go yet?”

⟡

The thought of that necklace remained in Juyeon’s head that night. Despite the drinks, the people, and the pounding music, he couldn’t stop himself from searching for you and checking if the necklace was still there.

The idea that you faithfully wore it since he gave it to you had him puffing his chest with pride. You were too perfect for him. Too gorgeous with your perfect hair, and smile. Smart and witty. He hated that he couldn’t keep the way your eyes lit up to himself. A small part of him liked to pretend that you wore it because his feelings were reciprocated.

“Dude you gotta stop looking at her. What’s going on? Are y’all fighting or something? This is the eleventh time I’ve seen you look for her in two hours. I’ve been counting!” Kevin sighed exasperatedly.

“Nothing, just keeping an eye out for her. Clubs can be dangerous.”

Kevin wasn’t convinced. His lips tilted upwards into a smirk as he watched you. “She’s a big girl, and the only dangerous thing right now is you after seeing who’s approaching her right now.”

Juyeon’s head immediately turned to watch an attractive guy approach you. You eyed him appreciatively as he introduced himself.

“I’m out,” Kevin said smugly, clearly noting the change in his friend’s demeanor.

From the booth that Hyunjae booked for his birthday, the view meant that one could see everything in the club. Yet from up there, Juyeon couldn’t look at anything but you as you spoke to the stranger. The music was so loud that you had to step closer to the asshole while he had to bend down so that your heads were at the same height.

Juyeon felt silly. He spent so much time doing his hair before he gave up and asked you to do it for him. He figured that by styling it in a way that you liked, you might find him attractive. Like, wait-my-best-friend-is-kinda-hot-I-want-to-date-him attractive. So much for that working out.

Now he was watching you chat with a stranger at the bar, you slapping his arm when he made you laugh. Juyeon had people approach him while he watched you, but he politely brushed them off. He was too tired to even pretend to be interested in them since you were too busy to notice.

He wouldn’t dare to ever tell you that he loved you. You were too important to him to risk your friendship like that. He’d rather choose being close to you, than not knowing you at all.

“He’s sulking,” Jacob chuckled to Chanhee, the two of them watching their friend pretend to appear nonchalant despite his eyes flickering towards your direction.

At that point in the night, Hyunjae had finished his ‘official’ birthday boy activities. The group all gathered to sing a big happy birthday, off-tempo and off-key. The bottle girls already left a while ago, bringing their ‘Happy Birthday Horny H’ signs, and sparklers down with them. All that was left to do was to party the night away.

Eric and Sunwoo were busy buying endless rounds of shots to give to the birthday boy. Some of the others were on the dance floor, or at the bar with you. A small few had left early, either because they had a big day in the morning, or had found hook-ups for the night.

It looked like you were about to be part of the latter.

Juyeon couldn’t look at you as the stranger you spoke to whispered into your ear. He knew what he’d asked when you grabbed his hand and interlocked your fingers, slowly walking him over to where the VIP section was. He watched you in his peripheral as you approached Hyunjae, who was a few drinks away from being smashed.

Hyunjae cried out your name, wrapping an arm around you and patting your head affectionately. His words were slurred and almost incomprehensible. “Thangyew fer comin’ tonighh! Best berfday evaaaa.”

Juyeon’s heart clenched at hearing your laugh. He almost jumped when you suddenly approached him with a quick tap on his arm. Juyeon almost didn’t want to bend down to hear what you were going to say, what you planned to do with that stranger of yours. “Don’t stay out too late, yeah? I’m gonna leave first.”

Juyeon’s gaze met yours, then dragged upwards behind you to look at your stranger in the distance. Juyeon looked him up and down. What did this guy have that he didn’t? Juyeon was sure he was taller than him, and he knew you liked a man with height. He almost scoffed out loud.

“Okay, call me if you need anything. Be safe.” He eyed the necklace that hung around your neck once more.

“Always am,” you winked.

Juyeon watched you join your stranger, and turned around before he could watch you leave the club. He flopped onto the sofa next to Hyunjae, and pulled out the first of many bottles of alcohol he’d drink to wash down his heartache.

⟡

You forgot this stranger’s name. Jay? Jae? You were sure there was a second syllable in his name but forgot completely. The music had drowned it out.

In one moment, you were leaving the club with your hand in his. The next, he was leaving your apartment in an Uber you booked for him as an apology. The blue-balled guy was annoyed when you suddenly pushed him off and declared that you couldn’t do it tonight. But he understood when you explained your situation, that you thought you could use this as a distraction from your feelings for your best friend. He told you that he was doing the same. With a smile that told each other that you understand each other’s pain, you agreed to part with no hard feelings.

Something about Juyeon’s expression had made you change your mind. How his eyes dulled, and the way he looked at Jae[second syllable]… It was like an abandoned cat, left to fend for itself. You couldn’t help but feel like you were cheating on him.

As you stood in your steaming shower, you pressed your forehead to the cool tiled wall. Is this how it would be for as long as you knew Juyeon? Rejecting suitors because you felt guilty about doing anything remotely romantic or sexual with anyone who wasn’t him? You knew it wasn’t fair to yourself.

By the time the clock struck one in the morning, and you finished your shower, you decided that you would worry about your feelings for Juyeon another day. You wondered if he got home safely as you climbed in bed, and shot him a quick message asking him just that.

Two hours later a loud banging came from the front door, and your phone was buzzing incessantly from an incoming call. Fright and adrenaline pulled you right up out of bed as you answered the phone.

Your name came out in a long, dragged-out whine. It was Juyeon. “Izz your friend still ‘n there? I wan’ meet him.”

He was talking loud enough that you realized that it was him on the other side of the front door. He fist kept hitting the door. You yanked it open to the sight of a red-faced Juyeon, his black dress shirt all askew with the top buttons undone low enough that you could see the ridges of his chest. His perfectly styled hair was now flattened and covering his face. He let himself in, hilariously having enough manners to shake off his shoes as he entered. The boy made a beeline to your room, albeit whilst stumbling.

You peeked your head out into the main hallway, sending apologetic looks to anyone who was also looking out as well.

Juyeon mumbled more to himself than anyone, “Where’s he… Needuh compare heights, ‘n hand sizes and, and…”

You caught his arm as he almost fell into the door frame. “There’s no one here Juyeon. What are you doing here? Let’s go to the living room.”

He sagged onto your couch with a loud sigh. He laid along the length of it, one long leg on the sofa, and the other on the floor. If he wasn’t drunk out of his mind, the sight of him with his legs spread wide like that would’ve been tempting. You retrieved a hot towel from the bathroom to wipe the sweat and grime from the club off of him. You sat on a footstool while you got to work. His head was tilted back off the couch’s arm, his eyes shut and his mouth gaped open slightly.

Juyeon didn’t even flinch as you cleaned him the best you could. You wiped his face, neck, and chest without digging too deep under his shirt. You would have to grab his spare clothes from your closet if he was going to sleep over tonight. It seemed highly likely, judging by the state of him. “What are you doing here Ju?”

His head came up to look at you through adorably squinted eyes.

“Wahnted to see if yorrr friend can fight,” he hiccuped. “Did he like yorr necklace when you were on top? ‘Tis my necklus. Mine. Yours. Ours?”

You could not believe your ears. He’s still going on about the stupid necklace. “No one’s here, and no one has had the pleasure of seeing your precious necklace dangling while I’m riding them. Do you want it back? You seem to like it so much…”

“No! Keep i’ forevuh and evuh. I like it on you… ‘N I like yuu.” It seemed like he was starting to mumble nonsense. You shook your head to yourself. He’s drunk. He doesn’t know what he’s saying. He sighed dramatically. “Don’ evuh take it off. I love yuu. You’re so good to me. I love yuuu.”

As a friend, you told yourself.

“Water should make you sober, right?” You muttered under your breath as he kept mumbling about how much he apparently liked you. You rose to dispose of the towel, get some water, and his clothes but his hands wrapped around your wrist and pulled you back down.

Shock ran through you as you felt yourself fall onto the couch right in front of Juyeon who folded in his leg to make space for you. He leaned in so that you were at eye level and looked at you as seriously as his drunken gaze could allow.

A pointer finger was aimed at you and Juyeon started wagging it like a parent telling off a child. “Yuu. I love yuuu. Do you hear mee?”

“Loud and clear, Juyeon.”

“I’ve liked you fuh soooo looong, but you never know. Knew? I know I’m drunk bu-but you should believe me. I really like you, ‘n I would be sososo good to you.” He tapped his giant finger on your nose.

He watched your reaction with bleary eyes, almost looking as if there wasn’t a thought in his head. Juyeon head tilted to the side. He brought the pointed finger closer to your face, and caressed your cheek with the back of it. Your heart squeezed at the tender touch. His eyes almost looked sad as he focused on his finger. Sad, with every sleepy blink of his eyes. “Mmmmh, so preeeetty. Preetty girl.”

You sighed. “Okay, time for bed.”

“No, no bed. Wide awake,” he shook his head, dizzying self so much that he almost fell forward.

“Let’s talk in the morning. I need to get you some water, and your clothes so that you can change. Do you want to stay the night?” Juyeon dumbly stared at your lips as you talked. You almost laughed at the sight of him slowly leaning in, hypnotized. You placed an arm on his shoulder to keep him at a distance. “Juyeon!”

“I dun’ know.”

You giggled at the words. He blinked at you, grinning a dopey grin at your smile. The butterflies were back again. Juyeon took your hand from his shoulder and brought his lips to each knuckle, kissing gently. Your heart stuttered at his action. With both hands, he flattened your fingers across his cheek, sliding them up until the fingertips brushed his hair line and his cheek rested in your palm.

Juyeon sandwiched your hand between back of the sofa and his head, using it like a pillow. One large hand kept your hand pressed against his cheek, while another kept hold of your wrist.

You curled into a ball to get comfortable, bringing yourself closer to him. You also leaned your head against the back of the sofa to watch him blink at you until his eyes remained closed.

Earlier you told yourself you’d worry about your feelings for Juyeon another day. So for now, you allowed yourself this little moment. To pretend he was yours and to try to memorize the feeling of his hands holding yours. Because eventually, you’ll have to let go.

“Please look at me,” he softly murmured before he succumbed to sleep.

Your heart squeezed. “I’ve never looked away.”

[actual-changeling]

@thegirlwhowatchedtv

Alright, I do not want to derail OPs original post, so I will make my own!

Disclaimer: If anyone tries to argue that something Aziraphale does "isn't that bad" or tries to blame Crowley for it, you will be blocked. I'm an abuse survivor and that kind of denial is not just disrespectful but also triggering to me personally, and I do not want it anywhere near me; I hope you can respect that.

Discussions and arguments are fine, abuse denial is not.

Disclaimer 2: I don't hate Aziraphale, none of this is hate, I understand he is acting based on his own trauma. However, none of that excuses his behaviour, and I will delete any and all responses that say something along the lines of 'his trauma means he gets a free pass to treat Crowley like shit'.

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With that out of the way, let's get into it, shall we?

Yes, you’re right that he’s not fully listening to Crowley

This is the first point that is also the most important one. If we do not properly look at this, every other interpretation of what comes after will be (partly) incorrect. I have already written several metas about this, and I will do it again.

Aziraphale isn't not just "not fully listening", he is not listening period. He has not been listening to Crowley the entire season, and he sure as fuck doesn't start now.

but a large part of it is that he doesn’t even understand what Crowley is saying to him or why he’s saying it.

The fault lies by Aziraphale and Aziraphale alone.

"It's probably best if I start off doing all the talking and you do all the listening."

Crowley is telling him hey, I have something very important to say, and I really want you to just listen to me for a moment. Every single time Aziraphale wanted to tell him something, Crowley listened. All he is asking for is the same. But Aziraphale does not care about what Crowley wants to say and never has. From the second he enters the shop, he is not listening or giving a single fuck about what Crowley wants.

Aziraphale wants everything to be about himself; he is the most important being ever so Crowley needs to "hold his thought" aka shut the fuck up. Following so far?

From his perspective, he comes to Crowley with this huge offer that will solve all their problems, Crowley shuts it down, and then abruptly changes the subject.

Yes, that is indeed his perspective, and his perspective is 'valid'. However, it is so far removed from reality it borders on delusional and thus CANNOT be considered as an 'alternative' to what is actually happening here. Aziraphale thinking this is a problem, not an excuse.

Aziraphale looks baffled and isn’t fully listening in this scene because he doesn’t understand what any of this has to do with the Metatron’s offer.

Again, Aziraphale not listening is a problem, Crowley does not need to do anything different because the issue here is Aziraphale not listening. Aziraphale has NEVER listened.

The Metatron's offer, yes. The one he presented to Crowley not as an offer but as a decision he made for the both of them without asking Crowley if that's what he wants. He shows up and tells Crowley "I have decided that you will lose everything about yourself and go back to the place that cast you out because I want to try and change a system that cannot be changed. Your thoughts on this don't matter because this is what I want and I have decided you also want what I want."

Healthy much, huh? Fucking disrespectful is what it is, and Crowley would have had every right to punch him for this alone.

He’s anxious to get back to the subject of heaven because from his perspective, Crowley is ignoring what he said and refusing to engage in a discussion about it.

Aziraphale is a gigantic hypocrite and again, yes, this is his perspective, but it is NOT based on reality or in the least bit proportional to what is going on. It is NOT an excuse for any of his behaviour, it doesn't matter if that's how he sees things because the way he handles it is horrible and hurtful.

When Crowley puts his sunglasses back on and walks away, he tries to follow him and practically begs him to come with him, because at that point he, too, is panicked and desperate, and thinks that Crowley is giving up and rejecting him.

Aziraphale is not begging. Crowley was begging. Aziraphale is doing what he always does - he is trying to manipulate him. I'm tired of people not seeing that, so I will pull out a fucking checklist.

First point: He is making decisions for Crowley without allowing him freedom of thought or speech. Quite obvious, I believe.

"To heaven! Work with me."

Aziraphale is trying to use Crowley's attachment to him to make him forego his own boundaries and do what he wants instead. This is something he has been doing for centuries.

"We can be together!"

Here he is repeating what Crowley actively said he wants - he wants them to be together. Aziraphale is "offering" that without understanding the difference between their expressions of it. Another attempt at emotionally manipulating Crowley by pretending that he and Crowley want the same thing and that Crowley is being unreasonable.

"Angels, doing good!"

Same thing, trying to bait him with something that Aziraphale thinks of as the ultimate reward for Crowley, ignoring that a) Crowley does not want it and b) this is the climax of millennia of Aziraphale telling him he does not love him as a demon. So it obviously does not fucking work.

"I need you!"

Ahhh, classic guilt tripping tactic. Aziraphale is trying to make Crowley feel bad and guilty for not wanting to follow him to heaven, actively pushing the buttons he knows exist because he put them there. 'Rescuing me makes him so happy.' Aziraphale knows that and he is using that knowledge to get Crowley to ignore his boundaries and thoughts to come and 'rescue' him instead.

By now, Crowley is looking away and not responding to any of his manipulation tactics.

"I don't think you understand what I'm offering you."

I can't even begin to describe how horrible that sentence is. Not only is he completely ignoring Crowley's history of pain and trauma (that he never cared about and often doing the opposite by implying he deserved it), he is telling him that he is stupid and neglecting all the rightful concerns Crowley has had over the centuries.

His intention is to get Crowley to submit to him by making him feel as if he is incapable of making decisions for himself in this regard so that Aziraphale can make them for him instead.

If you can read this and not be physically and emotionally repulsed by it then I honestly don't know.

Crowley, who stopped when Aziraphale called and hates himself for it, finally responds.

"I understand. I think I understand a whole lot better than you do."

I'm my own person who understands this situation and can make decisions for myself.

It's the truth. Aziraphale is spinning lies, and he is trying to cut through them with the truth, but Aziraphale doesn't care.

"Well, then there's nothing more to say."

Besides wanting to have the last word, Aziraphale once again does what he did in episode one: my way or the highway. I will leave you or force you to leave me if you don't do what I say.

Just that this time it does not work because Crowley knows he will lose him no matter what.

They both also stubbornly refuse to understand that the other person would never in a million years go with them.

Crowley KNOWS that Aziraphale does not want to run away. He wants to keep Aziraphale safe, and in his mind, the only way of doing that is to get as far away from the danger as possible.

And I want you to actually look at Crowley's speeches.

EVERY SINGLE TIME he ASKS. He ASKS Aziraphale to run away with him, he says please come with me, he says I want this, do you want it to? He says I love you, I love us, I want to keep us safe, will you come with me?

When Aziraphale says no, he respects that. He doesn't try to manipulate Aziraphale the way Aziraphale is manipulating him - who also NEVER FUCKING ASKS HIM. He just assumes he knows what Crowley wants and decides for the two of them.

So why would he leave now that he’s being presented with an opportunity to fix things in heaven and protect the earth? Of course he wouldn’t.

He wouldn't. And that's the point. The only choice for Aziraphale is to go to heaven, and the only choice for Crowley is not to go.

There is NO version of this where they do not separate over this. Any version in which Crowley tries to follow him ends with Crowley dead and wiped from existence. This is the only way this argument could have gone because Aziraphale is currently incapable of making rational decisions.

but Aziraphale has no idea that’s why that happened to Gabriel because Crowley didn’t tell him

Even if he had Aziraphale would not have listened. Aziraphale has treated Crowley like fucking GARBAGE for centuries, never shown compassion, never offered a safe space to talk about all the horrible things that have happened to him. The problem is not Crowley not telling him, the problem is Aziraphale being so unreceptive and full of himself that Crowley COULDN'T tell him.

They’re both well-intentioned and terrified of losing each other, and as a result, they both handle this argument badly and lose each other anyway.

Handle this badly - there is no other option. Crowley is handling this as well as he can but Aziraphale is stuck where he is and needs to choose to break out of it. There is no version where this works out well. I am not misinterpreting Aziraphale, I am simply not excusing or ignoring all his unhealthy and maladaptive coping mechanisms and manipulation attempts like so many people seem bound to do.

I am so fucking tired of trying to excuse Aziraphale's actions as if this hasn't been his behaviour since Eden. Six bloody thousand years and he has not learned a single thing and still treats Crowley like shit.

Crowley chooses himself over Aziraphale for the very first time and I am so, so proud of him for that. I know how hard it is, and he is in so much pain because he loves Aziraphale, he doesn't want to lose him, but he loves himself more.

[sarahowritesostucky]

A thank you to rebloggers and followers💗

Dear Readers,

When I first found out that I was blocked by several of the best SebStan/C.Evans writers on Tumblr (I mean like NavyBrat and writers of that caliber), I was surprised! And baffled!

Then I realized it must be related to The Great Free-Speech Debate of 2023, 🙄a heated back and forth that ended in me receiving a slew of death threat and slurs in my inbox. How disappointing!

Now, I don't really read other people's fics on Tumblr, only Ao3 [with the exception of that AMAZING Sweet Renegade series], but I had noticed these prominent writers in the fandom previously, and it made me sad to realize that even people I look up to-people who create amazing fics-can be intolerant, ignorant, illiberal, meanspirited--whichever or all of those things. For all I know, it could've been some of them who trolled my inbox😢

So even though it doesn't affect my experience on Tumblr (I'm here to write, not read) there is still something so satisfying about going to y'all's blogs who repost my work (🥰) and seeing all the other authors who blocked me on your feeds as well. It tells me that I am 1. in the same ranks as those authors in the hearts of readers, 2. that their blocking me has not had any effect on the continued viewership of my fics, and 3. it puts a smile on my face and makes me feel loved after previously receiving so much hate.

So I wanted to write this lil' note to thank everybody who follows me, comments, and/or reblogs my work. I DO notice you, I appreciate you, and most of all, I love knowing that y'all are out there enjoying my stuff! 🤗

Thank you, rebloggers of the world!

Backstory if you want: [The reason for the blocking (I assume) was that I'd gotten into a heated back and forth with a small group of nitwits about free-speech principles (surprise: I was for, they were against) and it not being a stranger's responsibility to police your experience on the internet. The end result was me receiving a barrage of anon slurs and death threats in my inbox, and then waking up to find my account deleted one day--one of the nitwits works at Tumblr🙄]

[gatobob]

we'll ignore the lost account.

genuinely i dont understand the point of taking her user just for a callout (so people would fall for it i presume). okay she might have done some things that upset SOME people, yet in the same time what do you gain by slapping everyone in the face with "OHHH SHE'S RACIST, WE NEED TO BRING HER DOWN, MAKE SURE EVERYONE KNOWS HER EVERY MISTAKE".

instead of letting her know that she messed up so she could fix the problem, you and the twt user just made her delete around 10 years of content.

good job on that mate. hope you're happy about that. best of things.

Gatobob has already been made aware of the mess she needs to fix. She simply refuses to fix the mess. Why do you think she took off?

Multiple longtime fans have pointed it out to her in her comments on her “apology” ( which didn’t even address the racism at all, only keeping things vague to avoid accountability on her part in the whole shibang ), and the only responses the people pointing out her lack of acknowledgment of it received were blocks.

Then, she deleted the “apology” and acted like nothing ever happened.

So trust me, she’s fully aware. She doesn’t care about fixing anything. She couldn’t even write an apology that addressed the problem people had with her in the first place.

Gatobob didn’t even unblock the victim so they could see the apology. She is not ignorant of her wrongdoings, like you people so claim.

If she was apologetic, wouldn’t she want the person she blew up on to see her remorse? If she were remorseful, wouldn’t she have, oh I don’t know, owned up to it?

Gatobob deleted her accounts on her own volition, so take that ‘ I hope you’re happy ’ guilt-tripping elsewhere.

[trisockatops]

Okay I lied, one more post about the blatant antisemitism that isn't getting as much as attention as the creator's cissexism.

Thread from Unsidhe, Artist&Vtuber|Illust/Live2D OPEN on Twitter:

cw: antisemitism 1 of the 'goblin artifacts' you can find in That Wizard Game is literally just a shofar, a Jewish musical instrument, described as being 'used to annoy witches and wizards'. In it's description is the year 1612, which was when the Fettmilch uprising took place.

This uprising was followed by an outright massacre of Jewish people. If you STILL think it's just "a coincidence based on unfortunate folklore about goblins" and not literally an antisemitism propaganda simulator, fucking BLOCK ME. I want nothing to do with you.

People are trying to tell me "but it's not a shofar because it's painted" like, you're grasping at straws for excuses at this point.

Learning that they wrote 'stuffed with gorgonzola to silence it' about the horn, and finding out that gorgonzola specifically is not a kosher cheese... when they could have just written 'stuffed with cheese' for the Haha Funney Points really says a lot someone had to think.

/end thread

Thread from Yonah Gerber on twitter:

For those saying Hogwarts Legacy isn’t antisemitic, the game devs made it canon that goblins use shofar

“Generally annoy witches & wizards” literally the text in the game is that Jewish practices are just an annoyance like what the fuck

To address the dumbassery in my responses: assume good intentions must be earned. If this was the first time a Rowling property has been antisemitic, that's a woopsie. But it's not.

Here's the facts as they exist: - The object is a war horn - The artifact in the game is located at a place named after a pig & stuffed with dairy products to stop its music - The year of its most famous use is also the year major antisemitic pogroms happened in Germany

If ONE of these things were true, but Rowling & the franchise otherwise hadn't made any major missteps, that's when we give the benefit of the doubt. But I'm not willing to give said benefit when considering all the in-game context AND ALSO prior antisemitism in the franchise.

At a certain point, "benefit of the doubt" becomes "any plausible deniability is sufficient to ignore all context to the contrary" & to me, & to many Jewish folks, we are way past that point.

Hogwarts Legacy is not the first time the Harry Potter franchise has been accused of antisemitism. If the franchise & its creators wanted to avoid further accusations, they could've done some basic historical research to make sure these alleged coincidences were not included.

Once you have harmed a marginalized demographic, it's on your as a creator to prevent *further harm*. If you're using an IP that another creator once used to harm others, then I'm sorry, you do have the responsibility to undue that harm where you can in your own work.

EVEN IF these are coincidences, had the development team made a point to avoid antisemitic caricatures & educated themselves on that history, this wouldn't have happened. They chose not to care. And that's not much better, really.

Obviously I don't know what the team at Avalanche thinks or believes & frankly that's not my business. What matters to me is the end product & that end product either is purposefully antisemitic or was made by folks who don't care if they're accidentally antisemitic.

However you twist this, there's a tremendous lack of care going on here, & a choice to perpetuate cruelty that didn't need to happen.

Don't yell at folks in my mentions who genuinely don't understand the layers of context here. This is a great education opportunity. Block the obvious trolls, I sure am, but some folks have only seen a piece of the whole, & education is the best solution to ignorance.

Deleting my last tweet because I saw the point on Mastodon, but I can no longer find the post. I don't want to share what I can't currently verify.

To add, though: - The shofar is located at the Hog's Head (aka pig) Inn - The music of the shofar is prevented because a wedge of gorgonzola was used to stop the music, & while many cheeses are kosher, that one is not Take from that what you will.

/end thread

Thread from moby dickgirl on Twitter:

// CW: antisemitism; discussion of Islamophobia Concerning Gorgonzola (expanding on a comment in Yonah's thread) N.B. Once again, I am speaking as a gentile

It's a really common trope in right-wing propagandistic fiction for the "heroes" to desecrate the graves of religious enemies by putting profane items in them. The example I'm most familiar with is endless post-9/11 masturbation about putting pig products in Muslims' graves

I understand that there's a prohibition, deriving from a law given by Moses at Sinai, on seething a kid in its mother's milk, and that this is generally interpreted pretty broadly as meaning having meat and dairy in the same meal, or otherwise combining them, is unkosher

Some cheeses are kosher. Traditionally, Gorgonzola is not. This is because the production of Gorgonzola requires the use of a complex of enzymes called rennet. Using animal-derived rennet to make cheese is unkosher because of the prohibition mentioned above.

Now, this doesn't always apply to Gorgonzola today; you can get Gorgonzola made with non-animal-derived rennet which I understand may be kosher. However, this was unequivocally not the case in 1612. Gorgonzola made then would have been made with animal-derived rennet.

It's also been noted that the year of that goblin rebellion is 1612, the first year of the antisemitic purge called the Fettmilch Rising in Frankfurt. Both the real Fettmilch Rising and the fictional rebellions may have been based partly on allegations of financial misconduct.

There is, however, a shorter path. A distinctive quality of Gorgonzola — unique to it as far as I can tell — is that it's made with unskimmed milk, that is, milk with the milkfat still in it. The German word for "milkfat" is "Milchfett" — "Fettmilch" with the syllables reversed.

(I've heard that "Fettmilch" is literally a dialect German word for "unskimmed milk," which would make the link even more direct, but I don't have a sufficiently comprehensive German–English dictionary on hand to confirm this. German speakers are welcome to chime in.)

/end thread

Not to mention that the basic plot of the game is suppressing the rebellion of a canonically oppressed race that has always been an antisemitic caricature (hooked nose, beady eyes, hoard money, apparently control the wealth, manipulative, sneaky, greedy). We didn't need to look far to find the antisemitism, and yet here it is, ratcheted up times ten.

[i-am-autistic]

This is an ST rant I been meaning to do for a while

Honestly like the best part of being in fandoms is all the different thigns people create like......idk man Im not even often made to feel bad for the things I post except one or two that I block occasionally. But I see a lot of like Billy fans get a lot of shit and it's like I never gave a shit for Billy and he gave me the ick immediately(as a character in the show). But he was a character for 2 seasons, and enough of him was explored that was sympathetic and relatable and a different view into abuse than any other character. I never understand people who are befuddled that Billy has a fanbase.......like he is a major character in s2 and s3 obviously he has a fanbase. It's incredible to me people think that you can separate parts of the show as if the same writing room and the same writers aren't coming up with it. Im a Jonathan fan and for a long time any engagement about him was like this too....people don't remember that S1/2 Jonathan got treated just like Billy. Now that there's a decent contingent of Jonathan fans on tumblr and reddit and such you can actually talk about and engage with the character but in s1/s2 the only way to do it was to search AO3 tags because his tumblr tag was dead and everyone on reddit hated him. And it's just like you can't take out one part of the show(especially characters that are so crucial to their seasons) and say this is evil and not part of the show and all these other parts are fine and cool and cute and memeable but this other thing is so ugly and should be ignored. Which is the reaction I feel some people have to certain things in shows they like and it's such a 2024 response to shit but like can we just be normal about shit PLEASE. You can like a character who has done heinous things man, it is a fictional character they are literally made to be liked and reflect real life people. You are literally allowed and hella valid to do this even if the fanbase is small and people don't want you to and people don't get it and are constantly shouting at you not to. It's literally fandom there is more important things to fight in the world than fans of things that make you uncomfortable in a Netflix show. There is nothing at all wrong with liking a character and relating to one who has done something awful or creepy or nasty. It is literally not real, the actions are not real, there is no real crime, no real victim and no real aggressor because it's not real. Seriously all characters are somewhat of a reflection of the writers and their experiences and play a part in building the world out.....yes even the awfully written ones and the bad racist stereotype ones. and the ones that happen after the show or book series or comic or movie series or whatever "got bad". Those are still part of the story and part of the world. I feel I should clarify Im a brown person because IK people will assume and say awful things in the replies if not. And I'm sure this will still get some hate but I'll just block I ain't responding to shit, if you send stupid stuff in the replies it's just sending hate mail Im just deleting it and not responding.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk (I've wanted to do a Billy post for a while but I don't have a ton of stake in the character so it kept getting pushed back. I hope people who interact with my posts don't stop or block me because of this :(. I understand there is a lot of animosity towards the character but I think that's just sad because it drowns out a lot of discussion about him. I hope it will be understood this is not an endorsement or defense of his racist stuff and bad character traits)

[suzyq31]

Example of what Harmony authors face

Hi,

I know a lot of you who follow me or are mutuals in this space are more Jily writers/readers. But I just want to share an example of the reasons I'm no longer comfortable engaging in the main Harmony fandom space run by HMS Harmony. I'll be blocking and deleting this user/commenter. I did however want to post this here as a concrete example of why it is that I'm not eager to continue and will be focusing on writing other pairings.

Also want to reiterate that I am not against discussion of fics, I just think entire post dedicated to talking about what we dislike about a fic in public fandom spaces don't adhere to a culture of kindness or respect. Fandom is about having fun, engaging with something we all love. That doesn't mean we all have to like the same things. But I also think we can do better about treating each other decently. I have not sent a single person after this user, or to attack any moderators of these groups. But again, this is the response and while I haven't been there to see it, I do know that I'm being dragged on there. Which does make me afraid to speak up, but sometimes we have to do things or speak up even when we feel anxious about further retaliation.

One last thing about fandom culture/critique. I saw a post on here that I'll try to find again that basically said that fics aren't a meal at a restaurant where you pay and specify what you want. They are more like a home cooked meal. If you don't like it that's fine, don't eat it, but you also don't need to throw it back in the person's face. So anyways, this wasn't the best way to start my morning but I'm going to focus on the positives in my life, like going to a job where I get to plan Harry Potter themed activities for kids ❤️ Hope you all have a lovely day!

The comment can be viewed below:

Let me say this as clearly as possible and hope you don’t construe this as disrespect for the sake of disrespect.

Get over yourself. Really, do that.

Your entire author note is self contradictory to the point that it makes me laugh. You said it wasn’t meant to cast blame but you posted the link to the thread I made on reddit. You said you don’t always expect the internet to be a safe space yet you’re trying to make it that way by not only brigading your friends and supporters against the mods but making an author note to air your own grievances about a thread that did ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to rip apart publicly and regularly.

If you think I’ve ripped apart BFL with that thread then I shudder to think what you’ll think when you see something actually being ripped apart. What I did was voice my confusion and frustration at not being able to understand what that story was trying to accomplish. What I did was seek out others to either see if they felt the same or see if they felt different to me. You conveniently ignored that latter part.

And now you’re giving yourself time and grace to make a decision on what you want to do in the fandom. So with all due respect again, GET OVER YOURSELF. You post a work into a public space and expect it not to be critically discussed? The absolute worst thing I could have done was “RiP aPaRt” BFL directly in Emerson’s thread but I didn’t. Instead I went to reddit and sought out others in the community to try and understand. The fact that she ended up seeing that and then announcing that she’s leaving the fandom just to put heat on me is crazy but I’ll let it slide.

I honestly do not know what I could have done better other than shutting my mouth and saying nothing but the truth is that I was a fan of the author and I absolutely refused to believe the story she put out was what it was. Do I regret offering up a discussion on Reddit? Hell no. I wanted to understand so I sought understanding.

Another contradiction. You said you were no God but you are a human but yet you’re asking others to change the subreddit to what you 🫵 want it to be. You want it to be changed to an echo chamber where sensitive people like you won’t be exposed to criticism or discussion of your work. The same bloody work you posted on a public site to hundreds, thousands, of readers. Give me a break.

If you’re so afraid of negativity, as you call it, then may I suggest a policy of perhaps not being on Reddit and not seeking out posts that discuss your work? It’s either that or get over yourself and roll with the punches.

Discussion isn’t always going to be complimentary or kind. If your work is controversial, best believe it will be discussed. And make no mistake, I DISCUSSED BFL. Never once did I levy harsh accusations or insults just because I didn’t like the story. The fact that it has 41 upvotes and counting echoes that. So many people agree with me and I love it. I think that’s what Reddit is about. Promoting discussion and understanding of things.

Once again, please either get over yourself or adopt the fanfic author’s sacred mantra: “Don’t like, don’t read.” You don’t like the way your work is read and discussed, then leave. Join a new subreddit that is the echo chamber you want it to be. Or even leave the fandom like your friend Emerson did. Join the Dramione community because apparently their subreddit is better than Harmony’s according to all yous. Or even join the Nevmione subreddit, I’m sure they could use a few more authors and are “nicer” than Harmony.

Make a note of how stupid and unfair it sounds when I tell you to do all of those things. Make a note of how you feel when I say them. And then ask yourself why “don’t like, don’t read” is a bullshit rule. You can’t just decide to fully dislike a story without reading it all the way through. Stories get better and they win you over as you read them. The fact that BFL didn’t do that after I read it 8 odd times is a testament to me trying to find some positives because that is who I am..

That being said, continue to give yourself time and grace after you read this. Give yourself both of those things which, honestly, could have saved BFL if Harry was given some of it.

[tinkerbelle05]

Awfpang

Characters: Ao’nung x Neteyam

Genre: Angst, Hurt/ Some Comfort

Word count: 2K

Warnings: Death, Mourning of a loved one, Stages of grief, Aftermath of war

Summary: Neteyam dies and Ao’nung has to deal with the aftermath of it.

Translation: sa’nu = mom, sempu = dad, tsmuk = sibling, tsmuke = sister, yawne = beloved, ‘itan = son, ‘ite = daughter

Taglist & Masterlist

Note: Don’t like, scroll away. Any and all hate comments on this ship will be delete and you will be blocked.

Special thanks to @nyababymao for allowing me to use your ideas to make this. Sorry, it took so long.

When Ao’nung saw Jake and his family carry Neteyam’s still body back to Awa'atlu, he felt numb. Empty and cold inside. Like this was all just a weird dream and Neteyam would wake him up with feathery kisses like he usually does. The sun would be shining and the wind would blow cool air in his face. The world wouldn’t feel so empty.

But as he made his way to them, looking at their solemn expressions, the tears rolling down their cheeks. He knew that this was not a dream. That this was happening. This was happening. Everything just stilled to a stop and he couldn’t hear anything. People’s mouths were moving but a white noise replaced their voices.

He screamed. He wailed in despair, in agony. He grabbed Neteyam from Jake’s arms, desperate for some sign this was all a cruel joke. His vision was blurred with his tears but he could see that Neteyam’s eyes were closed and the usual warmth of his body had now grown cold.

“Ma Neteyam! Ma Neteyam, please come back! Please come back, please!” He sobs for Eywa to hear him. To answer his pleas. To bring the boy he loves back to him.

He knows that the crowd is looking at him with sympathy, knowing the pain of losing another. But he doesn't care. He doesn't want their sympathetic stares, he just wants Neteyam to open his eyes again.

To see his honey yellow eyes stare at him again, to make him feel soft and warm again. But he knows that his Yawne will never come back to him and it just breaks him. His Sempu approaches him, slowly and inching forward as if not to trample on the boys already broken heart, “‘itan, we need-“

But Ao’nung hisses at him with bared teeth and flattened ears. “Go away! You're not taking him! Leave us!” Tonowari looks at his son with pitiful eyes and sighs slowly. He crouches down to his eye level. “ I know grief but not like this, so I will not pretend to. But please, we,” He pauses and places his hand atop of his sons, “you have to let him rest, my ‘itan. You have to let him rest.” He opens his arms to him.

The tears don’t stop coming down Ao’nung’s face as he looks down at his lover one last time. He lets his father take Neteyam from his arms and gives his body back to Jake. Now the emptiness of the world consumes him further, his body cold.

Later on, he is on the shore, the same one he and Neteyam always used to go to. Neteyam always went to this particular spot at the eclipse because he loved the way the plants glow and the quietness this place offered him. The peace of mind it gave him.

The tears have dried by now and Ao’nung is no longer wailing but his heart is still heavy in his chest. He isn’t sure if his heart will ever know weightlessness again. He thinks back to the time when they first met here.

—Flashback starts—

“What are you doing here, jungle freak? This is my turf.” Ao’nung sneers with a teasing smirk. Ao’nung isn’t sure why but teasing the oldest Sully was always the best pastime.

Neteyam’s only response was an eye roll in an exaggerated way and ignored Metikayan. The way he did it was more cold than usual. He’ll usually bite back with a heated come back and then they’ll get into a fist match.

Ao’nung knew that he took it too far with his latest prank. He remembers how scared Neteyam looked, his trembling voice and his shaking hands.

“Okay, fine. Listen, I am sorry for what I did to your brother. I swear I didn’t mean him any harm.” He apologized, saying sorry was unfamiliar to him. He never had to admit that he was wrong and most of the time he acted like he didn’t. But something about Neteyam made him want to. He didn’t know why.

“ I do not believe a word you just said. Your parents probably made you say that.” Anger radiated off Neteyam as he yelled at him. He gets up from his spot and gets in Ao’nung’s face. “You’ve lived here your entire life, you know what could’ve happened, what would’ve happened, you skxwang!” He screams at him.

Ao’nung put his hands up in a surrendering position, he still remembers that punch he gave him. “Dude, I said I was sorry. Okay, I didn't mean any harm.”

Neteyam still seemed agitated by this. Honestly, Ao’nung really didn’t get it, the relationship dynamics between Neteyam and his younger brother. He seems like half of the time he was either busy trying to stop Lo’ak from doing dumb shit or trying to get Lo’ak out of trouble with their parents.

The Omatyican is always chasing after Lo’ak like that is his responsibility, and whenever has Ao’nung ever had a filtered mouth?

“Why?” Was the only thing Ao’nung asked Neteyam.

Neteyam looks over at him and raises an eyebrow, “What?”

Ao’nung swallows and feels the sweat on him. He’s unsure why. Every time Neteyam’s gaze holds him he feels…weird. He’s aware of everything when he does that. He’s aware of what he’s saying and aware of how close they are. He’s just aware.

“Well, I just noticed that you take..a lot of responsibility for Lo’ak. Like more than I do for Tsireya, so I was just wondering why? Like is that something your Sempu is making you do?”

Neteyam stares at him dumbfounded like he asked a stupid question. “Because I’m his older tsmukan, and it’s my job to do that. My Sempu doesn’t have to tell me that for me to know. Besides, I’m or was–the future Olo’eyktan of my clan.”

“Oh” was the only thing that came to mind for Ao’nung. Maybe this was Neteyam’s way of proving to himself and others that he could lead his people. It made sense. “Yeah, I get that. The pressure coming from everyone sometimes feels suffocating. Like whatever you do is never enough for anyone, especially for ourselves.”

Neteyam looks up at him, stunned. The expression changes to something that is less guarded and more open-like. It's the first smile Neteyam has given him. It looks good on him.

“I gotta go now, my parents will be looking for me.” Neteyam walks closer to the village. But before he walks further on though, he looks back at Ao’nung with a gentle expression that makes Ao’nung’s heart flutter. “Goodnight, Ao’nung. Maybe…maybe you're not a complete asshole after all.”

—Flashback ended—

“Tsmukan, you should come back. It’s getting late.” He heard his tsmuke call out to him but he blocked her out. He wanted to block them all out. Despite his silence, she came closer to him. “Please, you have to come home and eat something or..”

“Please, Reya,” his voice was still hoarse and scratchy so he could only manage a whisper, “I just want to be left alone. Just go away, please.”

The only thing he hears is her retreating footsteps.

He goes to a big tree and climbs it. He remembers the first time Neteyam taught him how to climb the “correct” way. He ended with him falling on his hind a lot of times, a chuckle escapes him thinking of the memory.

Then that heaviness reappears when he realizes those moments he shared with Neteyam will only exist in his head. He sits on the sturdy branch and just lays there. Soon sleep calls for him.

He doesn’t expect to wake up in his family’s Marui but he does. Last night’s revelations come crashing down upon him when his mind drifts to Neteyam. He wonders how many mornings would he wake up feeling like this.

“Ao, come eat something,” His Sempu appears above. The small smile that seems to always be on his face has dissolved into a somber one. At least he wasn’t looking at him with those pitiful stares. He still didn’t want to be bothered though so he turned his back to him.

“Please, just one bite is all I am asking. You missed dinner last night.” He presses on and Ao’nung can hear the desperation in his father’s voice but he..he just can’t bring himself to leave his hammock. He just can’t so he hopes his silence will speak for him.

It has been a week since Neteyam died and funeral preparations were almost done. They would lay Neteyam to rest in the anemone at eclipse and then his mother would sing his Songcord for him. It just feels like it all is too real. Lately, all Ao’nung has been doing was avoiding people, and avoiding and running from acknowledging that Nete is really gone. Going to the funeral, and being a part of it, it’ll cement the fact that Nete is dead.

That he won't ever come back to him, for him.

He has made some progress though. He still hasn’t left his Marui but he left his hammock. Walked around the place and does some stretches so he won’t get any bed sores.

“Hello, Ao’nung,” Tsireya comes into the Mauri, her steps are light and tentative. He hates that. How his family is handling him like he’s fragile, like he might shatter into pieces at one wrong move or word. He hates that it’s true.

“The Sullys’—Jake and Neytiri—want to talk to you. About the funeral,” she says the words fast like she wanted to get them over with. And won’t meet his eyes. “You…you should go, Ao’nung. Maybe it’ll give you closure.” She says as a question unsure if she should be saying this, if this was the right thing to say.

Dread weights down on Ao’nung. He doesn’t want to go, he doesn’t want to acknowledge it. He doesn’t want to face it. To face them.

But, how long will he keep running? Avoiding it won’t do anything. He already begged Eywa to bring Neteyam back, to wake him up from this nightmare. But nothing has changed. Nothing will change.

“Okay, I’ll go.”

Walking to the Sully’s Marui pod reminded Ao’nung of the multiple times he’ll sneak under the darkness of the night to meet with Neteyam.

Stifled giggles and quiet footsteps took him back to better times. When they first started their relationship, both of them were inexperienced at these new feelings but excited for what the future will bring. Should’ve brung.

He wanted to turn back around, and he could’ve without being seen. But he remembered his sister’s words. Of this meeting bringing him closure.

He walked through the entrance. It was nearly empty, all of the children were gone—and that new demon, Spider was with them. Ao’nung was glad, he didn’t want to see one of them.

Jake and Neytiri were talking in hushed tones, their eyes still wet from the crying. They noticed him instantly, yellow eyes stared at him.

Yellow eyes like Neteyam’s. A bright color, a beautiful color, one he wanted to get lost in forever.

“Um,” his voice cracked and a sense of awkwardness filled the space. He never really interacted with the adult Sully’s. He didn’t know how to act or what to say around them. “My tsumke said you wanted to see me?”

“Yes, we did,” Neytiri answers, getting up from her position to welcome him in. A slight smile graced her lips. “I knew about you and my son’s relationship. He was so happy about it, for the first time since we got here, he was smiling genuinely. So, I would like to say thank you for making his time here more bearable.”

“And, because of that, we would like you to offer you a place on the boat? When we lay him to rest,” Jake offers, hesitancy surrounds him.

With good reason too. A place on the boat is a sacred position, one left to the family of the that was passed. Not a relationship like theirs.

“I know that your relationship was new so you might not want to,” Neytiri starts,” but my son loved you. He’d tell me about how he wished he could share his culture and home with you as you did with him. How he was going to make you his mate once he completed the rite of passage.”

A new memory came to Ao’nung with what Neytiri said. “He told me that too, about wanting to mate with me. He was so excited when he learned about our spirit tree. He dreamed of performing his mating bond before Eywa like you did and didn’t think it was a possibility anymore when you left your old home.”

Smiles, bright and wide, made their way onto the Sullys’ faces. He smiled too, for the first time in a while. It was nice to remember Neteyam like this, not just focusing on what he would never have. But what he did have, no matter how little time it was.

The funeral came before Ao’nung knew it. He was on the boat with the Sullys, each of them wearing white and black ceremonial markings, but was muddied up from their tears.

Ao’nung saw Rxoto and Tsireya comforting each other and how his clan was mourning the loss of Neteyam, even if he wasn’t well-known or well liked. To see that did lift his spirits up a bit.

He, Jake, and Neytiri took Neteyam underwater after his siblings gave their last goodbyes to him and Ao’nung watched as the anemone swallowed Neteyam’s body, returning his body back to Eywa like his soul did.

Taking a deep breath to center himself, he connected his queue to the Spirit Tree and when he opened his eyes he was in a forest.

Multiple trees of different varieties towered over him and animals of all types ran around him. Dirt and grass tickled his feet, a different sensation from the hot, grainy sand back home. It looked like the one Neteyam was always telling him about.

“It’s beautiful, isn't it?” He heard someone say. That voice, that voice.

He turns to see Neteyam smiling at him with delicate eyes. Ao’nung didn't say anything, he couldn't say anything. What can he say? What can he do? Does Neteyam knows he’s dead?

“Yawne, what’s wrong?” Neteyam askes closing the distance between them and cups his face. “Why are you crying?”

Ao’nung blinked quickly to get the tears to stop but they wouldn't so he turned his face away instead. “Nothing Nete,” he lies but his voice is cracking and the hiccups gives him away.

He should be happy, jumping for joy, right? But he isn’t. He knows that this is fake, that is all a dream and once he leaves reality would be there waiting for him.

“I know, it sucks, Ao’nung. That I left you and all of our plans behind, and I am so sorry for that,” Neteyam whispered and Ao’nung sees the tears on his cheek too. “But I still want to show you my home and ride my ikran with you. We can’t do any of those things in the real world, but we can do them here. So, please?”

Despite everything in him telling no, and that this would be a bad idea, Ao’nung nodded and took Neteyam’s outstretched hand. Together they made their way throughout the rainforest with Neteyam excitedly pointing out all of the beautiful plants and his favorite animals.

He also shares funny family stories, and many embarrassing ones with them mainly featuring the misadventures of Lo’ak. Ao’nung found himself laughing in a way he hadn’t in a long time now, it was almost strange to hear it with his own ears.

Now Nete was leading him over a large branch that was acting like a bridge connecting two land area. The middle was a long abyss.

“Oh my Eywa,” Ao’nung grabbed on to Neteyam’s shoulder to stabilize himself with clammy hands. One wrong move on this branch and he’ll go falling into a void of trees until he hits the ground. The back of his head was saying that this wasn’t real, but he didn’t want to take any chances.

“Yawne, do you have to have such a tight grip?” Neteyam questions with a grimace on his face.

“Did you have to take me so high up?!” Ao’nung responded in kind.

Neteyam laughs at his terrified expression, “Well, you’re the one always saying you wanted to see my home. But look, trust me the height is so worth it.”

Ao’nung rolls his eyes but then he looks to where Neteyam is pointing and sees beauty. Tall trees and white fluffy clouds greeted him. Birds of all sizes flew around them chirping loudly and the light breeze cooled the sweat he had from hiking up the branch. It was absolutely beautiful.

Neteyam put his chin on the dip of Ao’nung’s shoulders and held him tightly. “So about after this, I'll introduce you to my ikran.”

“You mean the giant beast with wings that was growling at me?”

“Yes, I do but don't worry, she’s really nice once you get to know her,” Neteyam beams at him.

Despite the fear settling into him Ao’nung lets Neteyam drag him over to the ikran both of them laughing on the way towards it.

Things are still hard and there will be challenges along the way, but things are getting better, slowly.

Like, reblog, or comment if you wish. See ya in the next one, friends.

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Taglist: @theycallmesia, @cupcaykes, @iwaslikeblah, @adrunkskeletonsduck, @emperor-oikawa,

[thegoldfiles]

what's the chronology of the kev and blurry drama?:00

Delicious, finally an ask about this that isn't Cultc0re or her/Blurry's fans harassing us. Thank you 🥹

This was pretty much covered all in the doc (which you can read here) and in the callout post (which is here), but both of those are really long (especially the callout post), so I'm gonna do my best to present a timeline in chronological order, piecing together moments in the order of which they occurred

Prepare for a long post, here we go:

May 5th-6th 2021: Blurry has a fight with Miles (with Kev speaking for him) due to Blurry making fun of his typing quirk and miscommunication over OCs. On the 6th, the miscommunication was apologized for and the problem with the OCs was fixed, though Blurry never apologized for making fun of Miles' typing quirk

February 25th, 2022: Kev tells Blurry about the n*zi OC gallery stuff from Mob, Blurry ignores it, defends Mob's gore art, and changes the subject

April 11th, 2022: The first known instance of Blurry stealing Monsteretto's (Kev's bestie) outfit design occurs (His drawing of Adhera with Monsteretto's outfit design being posted first on his TH with no credit to her, with Mons' drawing of the design being posted after)

April 27th, 2022: Kev and Blurry get into a fight about how Blurry shouldn't buy characters from Mob anymore (He was buying them from April 6th 2021 to this point in time, buying 21 characters in total). During this fight there were instances of guilt-tripping from Blurry

June 19th, 2022: Second known instance of Blurry stealing Monsteretto's outfit design occurs, this being with Baxter in Mons' outfit design in TH with no credit

July 13th, 2022: The most known instance of Blurry stealing Monsteretto's outfit design occurs (the third instance), that being of Edgar in Mons' outfit design being posted on Twitter, Discord, and TH without any credit

August 12th, 2022: Fourth known instance of Blurry stealing Mons' outfit designs occurs, this being of Bidhen in Discord with no credit

October 14th, 2022: Blurry finally gives credit to Monsteretto for her outfit design of Edgar, but nothing else aside from three designs posted on Blurry's tumblr (Risk, Bidhen, and Scott in a maid outfit) Seeing this credit, Monsteretto makes the retracted statements towards Blurry. She later changes her mind in November when she confronts him

November 10th, 2022: Most known instance of Blurry still talking to Mob occurs, with him commenting on one of her posts on Twitter

November 13th, 2022: Monsteretto confronts Blurry about his behavior, to which Blurry goes to Kev crying crocodile tears after this confrontation. Kev doesn't fall for it, also confronting Blurry about his behavior and blocking him afterwards

November 16th, 2022: Blurry makes the false grooming allegations against Kev, being hypocritical in the allegations all the while (as shown in the doc). On that same day, Kev would've posted her response, however the false allegations were deleted as she was working on it

January 5th, 2023, 1:15 pm: Kev calls out Blurry for his behavior + Blurry lying about how much he spent on the characters he bought from Mob

January 5th, 2023, 2:27 pm: Blurry retweets Zombify's thread on Mobox's behavior and publicly "apologizes" to Kev for the false grooming allegations only after Kev confronts him over it. ("apology" in quotes because Blurry lied about how much he spent on the characters again, as he paid full price for them over time, as shown in the doc)

March 6th, 2023: Blurry's callout post on Kev drops due to her drawing suggestive content of his character, Risk, + making a 18+ fanfic about her (which was for Mob's canon version of FON), with Blurry later showing his hypocrisy all the while on Twitter. The callout against Kev on Instagram also drops, with Blurry and his fanbase being ableist towards Kev's typing quirk in the comments

March 7th, 2023, 7:29 am: The doc on Blurry drops

March 7th, 2023, 9:32 am: Cultc0re, one of Blurry's friends, comes in and tries to say she's not a proshipper as Kev had apparently said it. We show evidence that proves Cultc0re's statement false, and Cultc0re begins harassing us along with Blurry's fans. After this, Cultc0re and Blurry start to spread libel/slander against Kev

March 8th, 2023, 10:59 am: Blurry's "defense" of the doc drops, with him pulling out the retracted statements from Monsteretto from back in October 2022 to make himself look better. He also credits the rest of the drawings of the outfit designs he stole from Monsteretto on the day the doc drops (only when he's called out publicly) to save face and make himself look good

March 8th, 2023, 2:04 pm: Kev's apology drops, she apologizes by taking down the suggestive drawings and privates the 18+ fanfic

March 10th, 2023, 12:28 pm: Kev's massive callout post on Blurry drops, exposing him for his ableism, hypocrisy, and lies about supporting Mobox, as Blurry was pretending like he didn't know of her behavior and ignored the n*zi art Mob made while talking to Zombify, when he had retweeted Zombify's thread discussing it back in January. With Blurry starting to deactivate his accounts as it's being finished

March 10th, 2023, 12:50 pm: It's noticed that Blurry deactivated his accounts

March 10th, 2023, 2:02 pm: Blurry "apologizes" about his behavior on anon, though he lied in his "apology" and we caught on pretty quickly. He also says in his "apology" that he'll leave everyone he affected alone, continuing to delete his accounts throughout the month

March 7th, 2023-April 9th 2023: Cultc0re continues to harass us along with Kev and continues to try and spread libel/slander against Kev's name

April 9th, 2023: Cultc0re apologizes for the OC stealing and the slander and libel against Kev, taking all of her posts and stolen OCs down

April 9th-May 20th, 2023: Cultc0re apparently lied about the supposed "apology" towards Kev, and continued to slander her behind her back. However a document about Cultc0re's behavior has surfaced, shown here

July 21nd, 2023: Blurry comes back to the internet for artfight, mentioning Kev for no reason in his bio. In response to this, Kev makes a post warning people about Blurry's behavior.

July 22nd, 2023: Blurry's father comments on the post and threatens to dox Kev along with a minor, shown here and here

August 29th, 2023: Blurry makes a doc on Kev and us, lying about Kev, defending Mobox, and getting mad at us because we used xenogenders. The debunking of this doc was shown here and the original doc is here

September 1st, 2023: The creators of the original Blurry document, Zavrozo and Rukkula, make a blog called FON-non-grata to critique Blurry's version of FON

September 2nd, 2023: Cultc0re makes a post trying to slander Zavrozo and Rukkula's blog with baseless accusations, shown here

September 4th, 2023: A doc on Cultc0re is released, revealing that she's a groomer and an overall bad person, shown here

September 4th, 2023: Cultc0re's friends make a thread trying to slander Kev, alongside us as well (but mainly Kev), however Kev debunks this thread. This is shown here and here

September 5th, 2023: Blurry throws a pity party in DMs and Zombify believes him, becoming both Blurry and Cultc0re's friend despite knowing what both of them did (aka: Zombify knowingly breaks his DNI).

September 5th, 2023: Blurry files false copyright claims against the FON-Non-Grata blog, getting it terminated. This was shown here

And that's where the timeline ends

TL;DR: A chronological timeline of the drama between Kev and Blurry-kun, you're welcome

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Okay just me thinking about that hilarious post I just reblogged. Credit to @purplesong1028 that ‘gets a dick pic’ meme is hilarious! I hope it’s okay to fangirl over it (original post) if not, I’m sorry and I’ll take this down.

Part two

I really need to prep for bed but…I’m just having fun with these and they aren’t really edited. Again this is just inspired by their post and out of fun. You know the show, you know the general warnings. 💕 Arte

Below is Ramón, Pacho, Isabella, Benjamin & Rafa

Ramón

You were playing video games with Ramón when his phone dinged. At first, he ignored it. It wasn’t until the third time that he picked it up. You watched as a look of annoyance quickly turned to pure amusement.

“What is it?” You asked.

Ramón hopped off the bed and quickly unbuckled his pants. Before you could ask what he was doing, he smiled at you wildly, then grabbed his phone with his other hand,

“I’m gonna send one back!”

Pacho

“You make the best martinis.” You said as you finished off your drink. You weren’t really a Martini person, but Pacho has the magic touch. The look he shot you in response is a clear, yeah I know.

Pacho stands and gathers the glasses for a refill. When he reaches the counter his phone buzzes. Pulling it out of his pockets, he stills as he looks at the screen. From his smile alone, you know whatever he’s looking at is amusing.

Pacho frees up both his hands then types, “send another one.”

Isabella

After a fun night out, you and a few others end up at some guys party. He’s someone Isabella knows and gives you all VIP treatment.

As you chill on the long couch, Isabella phone goes off. Not that you were being nosey, but you were sitting right next to her. So when she pulls up the screen and a very clear dick pick is starting at you, you nearly spit your drink out.

Isabella laughs, then looks at you. You know that look. She’s up to something.

She calls one of the guys over whose been drooling over her since you arrived. Barely holding back a laugh, she stands and pulls up her camera,

She looks the guy right in the eyes and says, “Drop your pants.”

Benjamin aka my sweet Min

Sinking into the office chair, Min pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. He’s tired. It’s been a long ass day. And all he wants is to get home to his wife and little girl.

Swiveling in the chair, he can see the crew downstairs, and ‘Mons cackle reaches the office. Benjamin narrow the blinds a little more then returns to the desk. Just as he reaches for a stack of papers, his phone buzzes in his pocket.

At first he smiles, maybe it’s a cute picture of his daughter, his wife likes to send those. But once he pulls the photo up, his smile drops to a frown.

A look of total disgust morphs his expression and Benjamin promptly deletes the photo and blocks the number.

“What the fuck?” He stands and rests his hands on his hips.

That’s it. He’s had enough for the day.

Rafa

When you arrived, Rafa had just finished watching Scarface, again. But you weren’t going to bust his bubble. At the sight of you, he jumped up to his feet and gave you the biggest hug.

Tonight you’re going dancing, and after a long work week, you’re really looking forward to it. A night out with Rafa is exactly what you need.

With one arm around your shoulders, he excitingly tells you about his newest strain and insists you try it before going out.

Before he can go on any further, his phone buzzes. Rafa steps away to get it the quickly joins your side. The moment he pulls up the screen he erupts on laughter.

Rafa immediately shows you the picture as he curls over with laughter.

“I gotta post this - “ he straightens up and pulls up his Instagram.

“Rafa I don’t think that a -“ you try to warn through your laughter.

“Done!” He showed you the phone.

He posted it.