#billy isn't stupid

[minibatson]

Anyway, I'm back.

Billy headcannon 2

Billy is really smart, he's just also ten and has no formal education past age seven because of homelessness. He's not been in school for three years, and if you put him back in a classroom he would struggle. He's not a Robin, or anything, he can't plan a battle or a stealth mission.

But he is street smart. He could tell the difference between two drugs in a glance and has a brilliant judge of character. He knows how long it's safe to eat foods for once they go mouldy, and he can patch a stab wound with virtually nothing.

If he had gotten to stay in school, I say he would have been a humanities kids. Let this boy write essays on books, and history, and religion. You cannot convince me of anything else.

[tapeworrmart]

Angry and scruffy

[weird-an]

Steve pouts at the jalapeños on his pizza.

"I didn't order this," he moans. He isn't good with spicy food.

"You're such a pussy," Billy says and picks a jalapeño off Steve's pizza, shoving it in his mouth.

"It isn't even that hot," he says, still chewing.

Suddenly he stops. His whole face turns bright red.

"Oh, is it?" Steve asks sardonically, picking up another jalapeño and holding it out for Billy. "Have another one."

His boyfriend is a fucking stubborn mess sometimes, Steve thinks, when Billy begins to chew on the second jalapeño.

He tries to say something, but only croaks, sweat forming on his temples.

"Do you need water or?" Steve tries to remember what else would help. "Milk, do you want milk?"

"M'fine," Billy wheezes.

Tears shine in his eyes and he wipes the snot off his nose with the back of his hand. Steve raises a brow at that.

"Billy," he just says. To his delight, Billy grabs a tissue and cleans his hands.

"It's okay," he snivels, a tear running down his cheek.

"Do you want third one then?" Steve should stop being such an asshole, but he can't. They really deserve each other. Maybe steam will come out of Billy's ears if he eats another or maybe he will finally fucking admit it's too hot for him.

"No thanks," Billy rasps. "I'm not hungry anymore."

He hasn't even touched his own pizza yet. Steve sighs, deciding to put him out of his misery and gets up, pouring a glass of milk and handing it to Billy.

"It's not that bad," Billy says, but chugging down the milk in one go.

"Just eat your fucking dinner."

Steve throws a jalapeño at Billy, hitting his nose, earning him a "Harrington!". Steve wonders why he's so in love with this stupid idiot.

[randomnameless]

Hi again! I wanted to ask if you happened to know where in 3Houses we learn about Jeralt's current-day opinions about Garreg Mach and Rhea - some folks and I were able to find his diary in the datamine, but we're not quite sure where to find the scene(s) I've seen mentioned where he apparently started to change his mind once he sees how happy Byleth is at the monastery. Thanks if you're able to help, and have a nice day!

Are you talking about those lines?

Then perhaps it's a good thing we came to the monastery, if only so I could see your face lit up like that. Or maybe there was never any reason for us to leave the monastery in the first place...

Jerry realises Billy is angry and happy and expresses way more emotions since they came to the Monastery than before, when they were living together.

Sadly the last line, his final thoughts about the Monastery, will never be expanded upon because when we later see the diary, it is a "past" Jeralt writing about how much Rhea BaD - when we know the most recent Jeralt reconsidered, he ran away from her because he was afraid, but ultimately, he was afraid over "nothing" since, despite their heart not beating, his child is alive and not as "not normal*" as he first thought.

Aka, Rhea was right, Byleth was alright, but he didn't believe her back then and realises it was a stupid move.

Maybe he and Rhea finally made up before he died, and there was no animosity left between them?

*We never hear in this game anyone wondering what is "normal" or "not normal" - to humans a baby without a beating heart is "not normal", but a Blaiddyd man crushing a skull with his hand is. And let's not wonder if all Nabateans or Nabatean hybrids, or "Nabatean Homonculi" have heartbeats, because that's something the devs give no fucks about, because they do not care about their own world.

[sketchy-scribs-n-doods]

the way i wish there could be more good faith analysis and fic about billy having adopted racial prejudice from his dad and then learning to properly recognize it and grow past it in order become a better person. i wish there was more posts and fics that tackle the bullshit lucas has had to deal with as a black kid in small town indiana because the duffers never even considered it. but the sheer puritan black and white thinking and performative activism or moral virtue signaling or whatever the fuck that is so pervasive in this fandom means that even the few posts and fics that dare to try and actually tackle racism tend turn it into either a punishment narrative, are depressingly shallow about it, make it about hating and liking the 'right characters', or miss the mark entirely

like i get it, homophobia/transphobia is easier to explore and talk about for most fans. it's complex and multi-layered just like other types of oppression, but so much of fandom is queer and dedicated to shipping and labels that yeah, i can see how talking about it is just. easier for a lot of ppl. also a lot of fandom is white. and lots of white gays get weird about discussing racism in their spaces. y'know the deal, but i digress. from what i can see, very few ppl want to explore how racism affects our favorite characters and the stories they live in. i know some ppl are probably afraid of getting it wrong, or they don't know anything about it and don't feel like they should. it's like, my blorbo is queer and so am i, so why wouldn't i talk all day about that? i get it. but it honestly just means a lot when someone tries earnestly. i have read beautiful fics about trans love through hardship by cis authors and such genuine fics about connection in the face of racism's poison by white authors.

there is just SO much untapped potential in exploring lucas and max and billy and patrick and argyle and all the other characters directly and indirectly affected by bigotry and racism within the narrative that never got the acknowledgement it deserved. plus it's super weird being used as a 'gotcha!' by white fans that hate billy (as if poc fans of billy aren't capable of seeing it for the bullshit it is) or seeing lucas' treatment in the show get brushed aside like it's nothing or how argyle gets sidelined an awful lot in the fandom (and don't even get me started on how messy the classism in this fandom can be, the borderline erasure of eddie's poverty and its effects on who he is as a person in fic is insane sometimes)

anyway. idk if any of this makes sense, but i can count like maybe 3 good fics and maybe a dozen good posts about billy that actually address this in good faith and only maybe a dozen more for every other character i mentioned. and i desperately want more. i am brown and queer and i want healing and love for all of these characters and i am going to have to start churning out more of it myself at this rate.

[therovers]

[mzannthropy]

Contrarian view once again, I don't think Sam Claflin dies in films that much.

[troublewithvampires-a]

//this literally doesn't matter but it's weirdly kind of a pet peeve for me with vampire media where like. the vampire in question is really dismissive at the idea of any traditional vampire lore applying to them. like "ughghhg no i'm not weak to garlic, this isn't a fucking movie 🙄" sometimes it works but most of the time it annoys me.

except with salvatore though. he does that. but he does it in a funny way because he thinks everything about vampirism is fucking stupid.

[enmites]

Billy and I were walking down the hall and as we got to the door I said, "Do you want to come in?" I was just enjoying the conversation we were having. We were finally getting to know each other. But when I said it, Billy looked down at the floor and said, "I don't think that's such a good idea." When I shut the door behind me, alone in my room, I felt so stupid. It was so obvious that he thought I was hitting on him and that made me so sad.

[bastard-child-bones]

Lord I haven't been on in nearly two years! I have plans... ideas in the works.. I need a #REBRAND! Thankfully in the time since I last reblogged a post I've gotten a bit funnier and smarter 🙏💯 I also moved houses 🔥 I HAVE A HUGE BEDROOM NOW! AND I ADOPTED A CAT! I actually 🤓 have TWO cats🐈 now but I didn't adopt one of them he was a stray we found on the side of the road 🚗. He was thrown out of a car, but he's alright now! 😁 I'm debating between a bit of a revamp🧛‍♂️ of this account, or just starting a new one.. I want a clean slate and I don't think I can delete reblogs BUT I don't want to get rid of my first tumblr account 💔 I will most likely just use this account 🔥🏌 Proud to announce that since getting off tumblr and putting down my iphone I've gotten many real life friends 🙏 Basically I'm normal now 🤯 Instead of spending my time scrolling through tumblr blogs now I scroll through stories on instagram! #MATURITY I like every single story I see and I follow over 300 people 💪 #IPADBABYMAXXING #SCREENTIMECHAMP #BLUELIGHTADDICT My fibromyalgia has gotten significantly worse and I also have chronic migraines now and they think I might have lupis but LIFE GOES ON! I have no room to complain, MY LIFE BE LIT! How can I complain when I have a little three-legged kitty who goes "Brr meow?" and a bunch of plants and MY OWN BATHROOM? Good lord this post is getting long 😨 I'm not sure anyone will even see this but that is irrelevant to me 💪 I'm very good at having one sided conversations because my parents ignored me so much when I was little 🤑 BIG THINGS COMING SOON... VERY BIG PLANS IN THE WORKS.... #2024ISMYYEAR

[rozex21]

Guys I have a new theory? Headcanon? Call it whatever you want,,

Z was the one who killed Arthur

[cherubfae]

jealous slashers~!✧

With Michael, Brahms, Jason, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Thomas Sawyer, Sal Fisher, & Patrick Bateman

tags: gn!reader, jealousy, creepy men, unwanted attention/touching, uggestive and mature themes, gore/blood, violence, canon typical behavior, billy x reader x stu poly, rob zombie!mikey, I know Sal isn't exactly a slasher but he's my baby and needs to be included

Alexa, play Love to Die by the Slashstreet Boys

Michael

Rest in Peace to the poor, stupid man who thought it'd be a good idea to mess with the Shape's partner, and Michael had witnessed it all. How this man shoves you into an empty alleyway, the clatter of your groceries falling. The guy doesn't get much more than a few bruises and claw marks when Michael's knife slices through the back of the man's throat, protruding from the other end in a splash of blood. The Shape watches you wipe your bloody face off, not doing much but picking up three of your four fallen bags and tugging you into his side.

Brahms

Absolutely not. Brahms is fuckin' seething from his safe space sheltered behind the walls. Heavy breathing muffled by the porcelain mask, he watches with wild eyes as some idiot decides to break into the mansion whilst you were sleeping, and proceeds to hold you at knifepoint, effectively pinning you to the bed in what little nightclothes you wore. The unwanted guest and you are certainly going to know when Brahms is upset. There's banging on the walls coming from every direction that leaves the would-be burglar panicked and you slightly more comfortable.

"You're not allowed to be here," comes the eerily childlike voice Brahms has perfected. He crawls his way out from behind the large antique mirror. "I'll make sure you never come near them again." With a sudden slam, Brahms downs the intruder with a lead pipe repeatedly bashing the object until all that remains was brain matter and gooey blood. He drops the pipe with a huff and collects you into his arms, the cool porcelain biting onto the heat of your chest.

Jason

As the protector of the surrounding forest, Jason is always watching. He's omnipotent, he sees all. He seems to know where people are at all times and he can sense when you're in distress. Your shared cabin door left ajar sends his blood boiling and his heavy footfall increasing as he approaches your home. Barging in, Jason's pale eyes lock onto you and your assailant holding you by the throat. His thunderous steps are quick, slicing through the man with his machete and proceeds to lift him up while still pierced with the blade. The man gurgles, arms weakly reaching behind him in attempts to claw at Jason. All attempts were futile. He tossed the body to the side before he gently frets over you, his large hands soothing the fingerprints tarnishing your throat.

Billy & Stu

Rather snake-like the two will wrap themselves around you (they adore your personal space) and stare down whoever else demands your attention. Billy's arm hooks around your waist and Stu wraps himself around your shoulder, tilting your chin up with a single finger. "Is this guy bothering you, baby?" Looking like a shark that's tasted blood in the water, Billy's eyes grow more wild. He's already making a mental note of who and where this guy lives. The guy raised his hands in defense backing down the more the two stared at him, walking off completely.

"We're gonna take care of him, doll," Billy promises, kissing your cheek. Stu cackles lightly, tongue sticking out. They would strike tonight.

Vincent

There's no one Vincent trusts more to watch over you when he can't than his own two brothers. He had his hands full, turning Dalton and Wade into wax people. Nick and Carly were proving to be hard to get a hold of and there was still another tourist that needed to be taken care of.

But then Bo is telling him that the person escaped and he doesn't know where you were. His two worst fears confirmed. Vincent is soon on a wild hunt, trying to find you anywhere with Bo hot on his heels. He soon locates you, passed out with a bit of blood on your head. Your eyes slowly open as he touches your cheek, catching you as you wobble into his warm embrace. He shares a look with Bo who nods.

"I've got you, brother. Keep them here with ya. Wait til I'm back, ya hear?"

Bo

Out in public, he's all cordial and kind smiles. Especially if this is an intended victim. Some random person putting the moves on his partner is a huge no-no and one Bo doesn't take lightly. That person just warranted themselves a for sure death sentence and Bo isn't feeling too kind, so perhaps he'll drag things out, yeah? Touch what's his and you got what's comin' to ya.

"Can I see, baby? That bastard leave any marks on ya?" Bo strokes your shoulders, blue eyes drifting over your frame like water. He has every intention of marking every place that person touched, no matter if you tell Bo the guy only grabbed your arm. Once he has his mind set on something, he's gonna do it.

Lester

Unlike his older twin brothers, Lester is actually pretty chill. Especially in comparison to Bo. He doesn't think much of the people he's helping get into Ambrose knowing full well it's their final destination and Vincent and Bo will take care of things as they always have. What he doesn't like is some dude making a pass at you right in front of him. Can't he see the engagement ring on your finger? It leaves a sour taste in his mouth, watching with narrowed eyes as the small group heads towards the mechanic shop in search of a fan belt.

A familiar hand on his arm calms him down instantly. He turns to you and musters a weak smile as your hands slide around his torso from behind, leaning your cheek on his shoulder. "Y'alright?" Lester nods too quickly and unconvincingly, giving you a quick kiss. "Yeah, darl', always."

Thomas

Your partner is not unlike a bear, watching with wild eyes as one of Hoyt's new catches clasps onto you, their nails digging into your arms, and pinning you to the barbed fence. The cry of pain you let out has Tommy barreling towards you, chainsaw revving to life. A deep snarl echoes behind his mask and he wastes no time cutting down the poor soul with a single swipe of his motorized saw. Tommy turns it off and picks you up in his large arms as gently as he can. With his masked cheek leaning against yours, he carries you back towards the house. Mama Luda Mae will take a good look at you.

Sal Fisher

Honestly Sal isn't one to get jealous. He's pretty level-headed and understanding in most situations. He respects your choices and he's not gonna step on any toes or do anything drastic; Sal isn't a monster. However, if he sees some guy make a creepy pass at you and clearly overstep your boundaries, he won't hesitate to swoop in, looping his arm around your shoulders. His sharp blue eyes staring at the man from behind his prosthetic mask.

"Do we have a problem here?" His voice is cold, lacking any interest in what excuse the man finds. Sal's main focus will be on you, rubbing gentle, soothing circles into your skin. His main priority is to get you away from this sicko and would totally call in reinforcements from his brother Larry if need be.

Patrick

A jealous Patrick Bateman isn't a good scenario for anyone. Especially not with his deteriorating mental state. He trusts you explicitly, with his thoughts, ideas, and recreational hobbies that most would find distasteful. So when a colleague of his gets too big for his britches and unabashedly begins to flirt with you in his presence, Patrick finds it difficult to keep his boiling bloodlust at bay. The heat of his anger is getting to his head, the fierce emotions only swelling well it's clear how uncomfortable you look in that man's company. He must see to put an end to him quickly.

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"Are you alright, my darling? That man surely didn't know his place, did he?" Patrick places a hand at your back, guiding you out of the office party. "Let's get you home and into a nice hot bath, hmm? I'd rather not taste that swine on your lovely skin."

[steddie-as-they-come]

everybody talks

i could not tell you what this is. i wrote it all in one sitting. enjoy or whatever

It starts with the graffiti.

Scribbled in thick, permanent marker across the boys' gym lockers.

STEVE HARRINGTON FUCKS EDDIE MUNSON

The custodian tries half-heartedly to scrub it off, but he only manages to get about a letter and a half off the locker before his shift is over. It's back up by the next day anyway.

Half the school is walking on tiptoes around Steve, waiting for him to blow up and demand a manhunt for the culprit.

The other half is snickering and laughing as he walks by in the halls.

Steve doesn't give two shits. He holds his head up high and walks onwards, ignoring the laughs and the kissy noises. He needs to graduate. He needs to not get eaten by a terrifying monster from an alternate reality. More pressing things happen to Steve Harrington than grade school graffiti.

Until he turns the corner and sees Eddie Munson glaring furiously at his closed locker.

He doesn't speak to him. Even if the graffiti isn't a big deal, there's no need to add any fuel to the fire.

Eddie finally steps forward and wrenches open his locker door. The crowd milling in the halls begins to laugh.

Papers spill out, dozens of them, cascading over the floor and burying Eddie's shoes. One slides all the way to Steve's feet.

He looks down automatically.

There's an atrocious drawing of two stick figures bent over each other. The one on the bottom has two lines of curly hair, while the one on the top has a singular swooping line of graphite.

Great.

Steve swiftly scoops it up and crumples it in his fist, shoving it in his pocket. He'll toss it out later.

As he hustles past Eddie, steadfastly not looking in his direction, he thinks he hears Eddie mutter, "Every class period."

Steve turns a corner, and the train wreck that is Eddie's locker is gone.

He slides into his seat, knowing the band girls who sit in the back corner of the classroom are whispering about him, but finding he couldn't care less.

The teacher starts class.

He reaches into his pocket and slides the crumpled paper between his fingers, over and over.

Steve raises his hand. "Can I go to the bathroom?"

The teacher nods and waves him away, and Steve scrambles out the door, rounding the corner.

Eddie's still there, kneeling by his locker, trying to scoop up papers.

Steve kneels next to him. "Hey."

Eddie jumps like an alley cat that's been spooked. Steve could swear his hair starts bristling, puffing up.

"Your majesty," Eddie finally says, glaring back at the pile of paper like Steve'll disappear if he doesn't look at him. "To what do I owe the pleasure."

It's not really a question.

Steve answers it anyway. "Came to help," he says simply, picking up a piece of paper that has EDDIE MUNSON X STEVE HARRINGTON written on it in bold letters, surrounded by stupid little hearts. "After all, my name's on half this stuff."

"How kind," Eddie said. "Keeping me distracted while your buddies key my van or something?"

Steve reels back. "Huh?"

"I'm not dumb, Harrington," Eddie says, crumpling up another sheet of paper. Steve can barely catch EDDIE HARRINGTON on it before it's balled in Eddie's fist. "I get this is a prank or whatever. I just can't understand why you'd involve yourself with me. The King and the Freak."

"'Cause I'm not the King anymore." Steve says, standing to drag a nearby garbage can closer. It's already half-full of papers. "You sure don't listen to gossip, Munson. Billy beat my ass and I lost every friend I had. So. I think it's a prank on both of us."

"Oh."

Eddie, wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles, shuts the fuck up. Steve had seen people lose their meals to his impassioned school cafeteria rants, but it only takes Steve Harrington to shut Munson's infamous mouth.

Wait, that sounds wrong.

They keep cleaning in silence - relatively. Steve starts balling up the papers and tossing them at the trash can, unable to stop himself from hissing out a yes! if he makes the throw.

"Impressive," Eddie says dryly. "Can you do this?" He raises one hand in the air like he's about to take a pledge, and in the other he folds and rolls a slip of paper until it's shaped like a joint.

Steve chuckles. "Nope." He takes the fake joint, and it comes undone in his palm, revealing the same crude stick figure couple from earlier.

Right.

Steve had forgotten what they were doing here.

Evidently, Eddie had too. He looks down at the drawing, then snatches the paper from Steve, tossing it in the trash, two spots of pink high on his cheeks.

He scoops the last of the papers into his arms, dumping them in the trash can. "You can go back to class," he tells Steve, settling down with his back against the locker.

"What are you doing?" Steve says, slightly caught off-guard by the dismissal.

"Seeing if those pricks will try to do it again." Eddie says, folding his knees up to his chest. "They do it all the time. I think there's a jungle's worth of trees just being used to make shit for my locker."

"You're just gonna guard it?" Steve asks.

"Sure," Eddie says, picking at a piece of lint on his shirt. "What else have I got to do?"

Steve plops himself down next to Eddie. "I'll guard with you," he says stubbornly.

"Seriously?" Eddie asks, like Steve's particularly slow. Steve's gotten that tone of voice a lot in his life.

"Yeah." Steve says. He parrots, "What else have I got to do?"

"You're just gonna fuel the rumors, dude." Eddie says. "My name's mud around here. You know that damn well."

"Sure," Steve shrugs. "But it hasn't been half-bad hanging out with you, and I don't care what these jackasses think of me anymore. Bigger things to worry about."

They settle into a comfortable silence, watching the students pass by, their whispered comments and curious glances bouncing off the duo. Eddie taps his fingers rhythmically on the ground, humming a tune Steve doesn't recognize but finds oddly comforting.

He reaches into his pocket to feel the small paper, then tugs it out. Is it dumb that a stupid drawing is making him think about himself this much?

"Hey, Eddie," Steve starts, hesitating. "Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot," Eddie says idly.

"How do you... I mean, when did you know you were gay?" Steve asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

Eddie's expression turns to one of suspicion, but he answers anyway. "I guess I always knew, deep down. But I really figured it out in middle school." He looks at Steve out of the corner of his eye. "Why?"

Steve bites his lip, considering his next words carefully. "I think I might be... different too. I mean, I've only ever dated girls, but lately, I don't know. I feel... something."

Something means he worried for weeks when Billy beat the shit out of him because suddenly all these feelings were tugging at his brain. Feelings for people like Eddie Munson.

Eddie's eyes widen slightly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. (What? Steve's not looking at his lips. Huh?) "Steve Harrington, the former King of Hawkins High, might not be straight? Now that's some gossip I'd actually pay attention to."

"Shut up," Steve mutters, but he's smiling too. "I'm serious."

"Well..." Eddie trails off. "We can try it out?"

Steve's heart skips a beat. "Huh?"

"We can try it out." Eddie repeats. "But, uh," he leans close, his breath ghosting over the shell of Steve's ear. "Just so you know, I prefer to be the one on top."

Weeks later, the school is overtaken by a new kind of graffiti. Papers plastered to every surface, a spiky handwriting (usually used to write setlists and D&D character sheets) adorning each and every one of them.

EDDIE MUNSON FUCKS STEVE HARRINGTON

[randomnameless]

The real story behind Billy's sport shorts :

Upon arriving at the monastery, Billy tries to "people" but he doesn't know how, he never had to before, with Jeralt's company.

He ultimately asks his newest boss how "peopling" works, and Rhea of course pretends she knows very well how to socialise !

"Try giving them presents, looking at them straight in the eyes, to convey your feelings !"

It's a foolproof method, she did it back when she was Seiros the Warrior and gave Willy a shiny warm rock. Surely it was this gift that made them become friends.

Taking her advice to heart, Billy starts to stare at people while giving them gifts, from cut flowers to fruits to random junk left on the floor.

He even stares at people during teatime, giving them pastries, but when he tried to pour tea in their teacups, he kind of spilled it. Besides, a student told him he was making them uncomfortable with all that staring.

Bringing the issue to Rhea, she nodded and pulled out a pair of short and weird pants.

"The less you wear, the more comfortable people will be around you !"

After all, when Seiros the Warrior donned her battle gear, her allies' morale raised for some reason, even if it made some people more distracted.

Billy found the new pair of pants ridiculous, but wore them nonetheless. As expected, students became more sociable, especially a pink haired one who said if she could relax like he does this school wasn't so "old and boring" after all.

The plan worked so well that Billy decided to pack it for his "away trip" to some foreign school. Rhea helps him pack, removing useless stuff (Cichol's treaty on strategy) and packing two dozens preserved Zanado fruits "for the trip !" and a box of homemade cookies "to share with your New friends !".

The strange old man with a large and even stranger hat stared at him, but finally let him in after eating a Zanado fruit.

Billy reported to Rhea how he made friends there, surely because nobody was wearing a lot of clothes, but before she could implement a new dress code, Seteth returned from his annual visit to the easter church.

Way way way later, Archbishop Billy wonders if he should pull out the "friendship pants" to welcome emissaries from all around the world, but Seteth informs him how the Imperial Army destroyed it when they sacked the monastery.

[supager]

@shzzzam asked:

you know what? i'm fine! i'm good!

"yeah because i haven't heard THAT one before coming from you..." he said under his breath as he put his switch down for now before getting off of his chair, sighing the entire time he slipped his arm around his crutch handle. "alright, what's going on, do you need help with something?"

[dilemmaed]

Fiction is about conflict, drama and mistakes and the reasons and consequences behind human behavior. People make the mistake of conflating enjoying art with agreeing with what it depicts and that’s just not how consuming media works. I like hurt/comfort fanfic, but that doesn’t mean I want to see my partner beaten up. I really enjoy Hannibal, but that doesn’t mean I approve of cannibalism. What we read, watch, write or ship doesn’t reflect our character. If that were true, Stephen King and George R. R. Martin should both be in prison, and every fan of Die Hard would be on a watchlist. We enjoy stories because they take us outside of ourselves, into adventures we could never have and into the minds of people we could never be. That’s art. And while it’s always important to be critical and thoughtful about how and why we enjoy something, that should never keep you from liking what you like. And it certainly doesn’t make you a bad person.

ma'am this is a wendy's