#blocking any discourse on SIGHT

[charlie-ver]

Hey, you, the trans man reading this - I love you. I know there's posts like this, but I got down a bad rabbit hole last night and I think there's not enough nice posts towards trans men (:

I don't care if you've finished you transition, on won't be ever able to reach the changes you would like. I don't care if you've been on T for years, or just started, or won't be for some years, or can't or don't want to be. I do not care how you dress. I don't care if you want to be pregnant and have children one day. I don't care if you want hysterectomy and don't even want to freeze your eggs (Hell knows I am not freezing anything). I do not care if you want bottom surgery or if you love what you were born with. Because it doesn't matter and doesn't take away from your identity.

Gay trans men? You aren't just confused straight girls. You are valid in your gender AND sexuality. Straight trans men? You aren't a betrayal the moment you are no longer misgendered. You're still welcome in lgbtqia+ spaces. Because you're a part of our community. One does not lose their place the moment they are perceived and cis or cishet.

Cis men have heard it before, but they won't admit it. All this "if you like x you must be a girl" really just feels like repackaged "if you like x you must be gay". Wanna hear a secret?

HOBBIES, JOBS AND FAVORITE THINGS DO NOT HAVE GENDER.

I like botanical gardens. I love plants. I like looking at clothing, room decor, fabric stores sometimes catch my eye. Because I am am artist, and I take inspiration from these and many more things. Plant care and gardening is not a "red flag" for a trans man in my humble and trans opinion, but it's a sign that you have love to give. And that's beautiful. Just like liking these things does not indicate that a man is gay, it does not mean that your internal identity is any different.

Do not let the world put rails on your patch to your own masculinity. And if you have to hide, that's okay. If you can only be yourself online, that's okay. Trans people will always be here. Trans men will always be here. The best thing you can do is to live as safely as you can. I know this can come off as condescending from a European who has nothing to fear personally, except violence for one month in the year, because my way of being trans isn't "obvious", but I try to take it that my safety means I can try to reassure the rest of you, while you can just focus on your own misery and don't have to be strong for anyone but yourself.

If you need a safe place to went, come to my asks. If you don't want me to post them and just read them, that's ok. You can be angry, you can vent, you can cry, do whatever you need, but, obviously, no transphobia or anything (: Special love goes out to trans men who are of the aroace spectrum, because honestly, the aroace discourse never seems to die, it's just dismissed. Reminds me of something. Hm (: I wonder.

Anyhow. Come to me to cry, for a virtual hug, for a distraction, if you'd like. Feel free to ask for art. Want me to draw your trans characters with flags? I can do that, for free, for you. Ask or dm is enough (: Art and listening is the best I can do, but I'll do my best to do it well.

I love you. You deserve to live, you deserve to be happy, and you also are wholly entitled to cry, to complain, to be sad, angry, loud, afraid. You are a human being with emotions, you deserve to feel them. Nobody can tell you what your internal identity, what your gender is. Because nobody else can know that. Only you can.

So let me repeat: It does not matter how you dress, whether you are on T, whether you want surgeries or love your body as is, whether you are skinny, fat, or muscular, what accessories and clothes you wear, how your voice sounds, how you act, how you carry yourself and what you like. The only thing that matters is how you feel. And while we're at it, yes, you may change your mind, but it still doesn't invalidate your identity in the moment. There was a time where I thought I was biromantic, but I dropped that because I wasn't, and nobody gave me shit for it. Because nobody should. Whatever you feel right now? Valid. Do you identify at a trans man but don't use he/him? Valid. Do you identify with more genders? Are you maybe a man only sometimes? Or are you more at the same time? All of that is valid, if you feel like a man in some aspect or on some part, you are one, if that's a label you want. If your gender makes more sense as a man, then yeah, you are one. Nothing else but how you feel matters.

I love you, and again, I'm here for you if you need that. I can only listen and draw a little something for you, but maybe that's enough for some. If it can help a bit, I can do it for you.

Anyone derailing this post will be blocked. I have no patience for derailers.

[stardestroyer81]

It's true— she told me herself! 💞

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[average-hua-cheng-fan]

my thoughts on why the mdzs fandom is Like That

[lesbianralzarek]

slightly parallel universe where tumblr allows alphabets from other languages to be used in peoples urls, so 2012 bloggers used katakana phonetically to shorten their ridiculously long fandom urls that contained every single ship theyve ever loved so that the whole goddamn thing could actually fit onscreen. a few users started using khmer and sinhala and other alphabets that are hard for monolingual english speakers to parse solely so it would be difficult for most tumblr users to @ them and/or track them down to block. this lead to discourse blogs demanding that people post selfies to "prove" that they arent using arabic for "nefarious purposes" and saying blatantly racist shit like "i block people using sanskrit on sight" or "can you claim ancestral reasons for using ge'ez?". someone gets called out for race-faking because they use chinese but their icon is a white woman, who turns out to just be a fictional character that they like, and they actually are chinese. several prominent and terminally online leftist blogs make bizarre claims about how using alphabets they dont know is basically the exact same thing as paywalls on academic articles because its "hiding information from people who cant afford college". it all culminates in staff making a meme that reeks of "how do you do fellow kids" vibes about how only cyberbullies use bangla, which is widely condemned by literally everyone as being racist as hell, and any further alphabet discourse from then on is shot down hard by merely posting tumblrstaffbangla.jpeg

[queeerbutch]

yearly pride month reminder that infighting is so stupid and will not help us. there are way more important things to worry about right now than which flags are ok or which identities are "valid."

like. in the us where i live it is getting more and more dangerous just to exist. we have bigger things to worry about than flag discourse.

[bluemerakis]

─────────── ᝰ bluemerakis ༝༚༝༚ ──

pairing ୨୧ firefighter .ᐟ jason todd x er nurse .ᐟ reader

warnings .ᐟ just literal fluff, implications of smut

synopsis ─ jason is determined to celebrate his birthday girl with an entire day formulated just for her.

word count ~ 2.1k

fic concept directly inspired by bree’s firefighter ! jason todd x er nurse ! reader works!

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The bustling cityscape blurs by in a blink as the firefighter truck effortlessly clears a path through the afternoon traffic. Navigating the city at peak hour usually never comes this easy, but it helps that Jason has flicked on the vehicle’s warning bells that announce your presence like a life-or-death situation. And when you’ve got the law forming the backbone of your urgent presence, it’s easy to manipulate any traffic to your will.

In all honestly, he’s playing foul—using his powers for the evil that is getting his way. After all, this is Jason’s day off. He has no business sporting the emblem of his career for something as silly as a surprise joyride with an ordinary citizen like you claiming shotgun. Jason would argue that your station as a nurse earns you every right to warm this seat—outside of being his passenger princess, of course. So, who are you to resist?

If he were anybody other than the man you so dearly loved, you’d have cashed in on your temper to ridicule this little power stunt that granted him free-flow traffic through the jam-packed city. But because he was your man—attempting to spoil his woman on her big day—you’d grace him with a break. Maybe, just for today, you’d bathe in the perks of being the birthday girl. And maybe, you’d pocket this instance for another day that called for reinforcement if you’re ever caught in a petty quarrel that’s tilting his way.

Your cheek is nestled in one palm as you gaze through the truck’s passenger window, eyes tracking the various cars that teeter down below and pull off to the side in organised sequence as the sirens roll up on them. Then, within seconds, they clear a path that makes you feel like esteemed royalty—and it certainly helps that the truck’s tall enough to loom them over like you’re a queen addressing her lesser subjects.

And just for today, you are royalty. Or, at least, Jason thinks so. Because you’re not just the birthday girl—you’re his birthday girl, and he’ll be damned if you get anything short of perfect on this day that marks another year of your existence.

He’d started you off with a breakfast in bed—bacon and eggs prepped just the way you like them with bagels, cream and jam to round off the sweet-savoury experience. Entirely handmade with love, and far too much satisfaction that he’d manage to conjure up such a tasteful meal. Shortly after, you’d both taken your dog for a relaxing morning walk around the block, making a pit stop at the mobile coffee shop on the corner for a drink—he’d paid, of course.

Upon coming home, he’d practically herded you into the car. It wasn’t exactly your day off, but Jason had insisted that you deserve it—and hadn’t given you any room to wiggle out of it, either. Not that you minded. A break from a job as taxing as yours would never go unappreciated, and Jason was the one that had made the call and spared you from the potential discourse on the other end of the line. Out of sight—or hearing, in this case—out of mind.

He’d driven you both over to the station to slip directly into one of the fire trucks, adamant on keeping his personal, little adventure a secret regardless of how much you pried. And you did. But the only detail he’d let slip is that you’d enjoy what he had in stock for you, which did nothing to ease the curiosity within. And honestly, any time spent with him was always enjoyable.

Now, you’ve been on the road for a little less than ten minutes, courtesy of the truck sirens that blare overhead. The noise starts to get old after a while, and your ears seem to ring in agreement. You’d have thought that after years of working as a nurse, the blaring tune would become as natural as any other ER noise, but the urgency behind it’s existence would never allow any inch of you to settle.

“You know, you didn’t have to pull out the big ol’ fire truck for this,” you remark lightly, the air-conditioner nipping at the flush skin of your cheek as you lose your hand’s support to glance over at the firefighter.

Jason’s eyes are forward-turned, burning holes through the windshield as he navigates the newly-formed pathway. “Didn’t have to,” he agrees, cheeks rounding with a smug grin. “But I did—and I’d say it’s payin’ off pretty well.” His attention briefly flickers down to the GPS mounted on the dash before it shifts to sneak a peek of you. “And judging by the fact that we’re only five minutes away from Narnia, I’d say that the GPS over here shares the sentiment.”

You utter a light-hearted scoff, lips spreading with a grin to match his. “Wow. Narnia, huh? You’re pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you? That this li’l surprise of yours is going to blow my mind.”

His broad shoulders roll in an overly-innocent shrug as he turns his attention forward once more. “Let’s just say I got a pretty good hunch that you’ll, at the very least, love me slightly more by the end o’ this day,” he claims smoothly, lower lip taken into a brief bite as he entertains some silent, amusing thought. And you don’t have to ask him to enlighten you as he close-captions it only a second later. “And that somethin’s gettin’ blown tonight,” he adds without meeting your stare.

Oh, you dirty li’l skank, is what you’re tempted to say. But as your eyes lower down the figure clad in a black shirt that compresses his toned figure, and a loose-fitted pair of trousers that somehow cling to his thighs just enough to accentuate his bulge, you’re not sure you can so easily deny the request. Bold declaration, more like. Even if this is your special day.

So instead, the corner of your lips hitch with a newfound daringness as you say, “play your cards right, and I might just be feeling generous enough to show you a time you might not survive, fireman.”

Jason flashes you a glance that’s packed with silent schemes. “Careful, nurse,” he chuckles through an eager smile. “You’re treading a thin line o’ medical ethics with a promise like that.“

“Oh, like you’re the poster-boy of ethics when you’re lugging around the firetruck just to avoid traffic on your off-day,” you snipe playfully, hands coming up in a self-satisfied cross.

His lips purse with consideration before his head cocks in concession. “Touché,” he yields through a smirk that admits he’s been bested. “So, what do I gotta do to get such a selfless gift on your birthday?”

You turn your attention forward, eyes narrowing thoughtfully—and beaming a little too brightly with the newfound sense of power that being the birthday girl seems to warrant. “Step on that gas, get us to wherever we’re going, and the gift’ll be all the more closer to unwrapping,” you instruct cheekily.

Jason huffs softly before his hand leaves the wheel to brush over your thigh, pulling your attention back to him. “Yes, ma’am,” he says with a quick glance, fingers kneading lightly at the fabric of your dress before they desert you to wrap around the gear with fervour. There, he shifts one down, and the truck growls with an enthusiasm that mirrors his own demeanour before he sends the both of you down the streets.

It’s not long before he turns one corner, and then the next, before he pulls up into a fairly quiet lot that overlooks a glistening lake. You’re instantly taken aback by the view, head craning forward as you drink in the scenery through the winding windshield of the fire truck.

Luscious grass spans the entirety of the lake’s bank, and scattered amongst the field of green, looming trees sway under the light breeze while thickets of dew-kissed flowers twinkle under the sun’s glare. Awe has you by the throat as you squint through the windscreen, and you manage to make out a line of ducklings that wade through the water in pursuit of their mother—who’s otherwise oblivious to their presence as she repeatedly delves into the water.

“Oh my god,” you breathe softly, shy tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you reach to lean your arms onto the dashboard. “It’s so beautiful here.”

“Might as well be our own Narnia, yeah?” Jason laughs quietly, hand coming up to graze a soothing line along your back. “I drove past this place once when on a call, and I just knew it’s somethin’ you’d appreciate over a bottle o’ your favourite wine,” he adds almost proudly—like he knows he’s done a good job of surprising you.

And, truthfully, he has. And you adore him for it.

“We can’t go any nearer than the lot, unfortunately—place is protected property,” he adds regretfully. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t sit right here, crack open the windows, and enjoy the view with your favourite snack of this century.”

Your head snaps toward him with a comical speed, eyes blown wide with an enthusiasm to match. “Jason, did you pack what I think you did?” You test carefully, hopefully—like the fate of the rest of the day depends on this mere answer. And it does.

Jason brims with amusement and confidence alike, which does everything to nurture the butterfly of hope that flutters around your stomach. “Mhm, baby,” he confirms proudly. “And not only did I pack a generous amount o’ uncrustables, but I’d like to think I’m packin’ elsewhere, too,” he adds wryly, and he doesn’t even have to saturate the innuendo with a wink before you’re rolling your eyes in defeat. “I’m just messing with ya,” he chuckles, hand shifting to cup your chin in a pinch before returning to your back.

“Yes, and no,” you respond with a cheek to match his, which has Jason shaking his head lightly, proudly.

“God, I love you,” he declares huskily, his gaze softening with profound adoration as he drinks the view of you in. The hand on your back lingers for a few seconds longer, the warmth imbued in his touch combining with your own body heat like a magnetic field always destined to mingle. “I hope you know that these planned moments are not a rare occurrence; you’ll be getting days like these until we’re old and grey because you deserve that much. You deserve more, and I’m gonna give you all that I have, baby—all that I am. Happy birthday.”

You drink in his words with a soft smile, your heart throbbing beneath the weight of it all. “Happy birthday to me, indeed,” you reiterate in a whisper, overcome with a sentimentality that leaves you unable to utter anything more.

You lean yourself off the dashboard, Jason’s hand shifting from your back to graze a light trail down your arm, instead. You grasp his hand into your own, and the physical union settles into the space between you for only a few seconds before he lifts your hand to his lips. There, he places a firm kiss atop your knuckles, fixing you with a loving stare that filters through his lashes before he releases you once more.

“Hold onto that while I go and fetch us the basket,” he says sweetly, hand moving to flick at the button that rolls both your windows down before his door clicks to bid his temporary farewell. But your hand flies across the space to grab him at the sleeve, stilling him in his seat.

“Wait,” you tell him, and Jason turns to face you with light curiosity woven through his handsome features. You lean yourself into his vicinity to place a chaste kiss on his lips, which he returns with a passion that soils the innocence of it all. And when you pull back, he gazes down at you like you’ve robbed him of all urgency in this world. Like nothing else could possibly matter in this very moment.

“I hope you know that I am incredibly happy right now,” you breathe into your shared space, your heart throbbing in solidarity with a pain that only love can elicit, and simultaneously heal. You briefly turn your eyes back to the glorified view beyond windshield before glancing back over at Jason, your lips softening with a broad smile. “I love this place. I love this day. And I love you,” you say—almost murmur, but Jason catches it, anyway because he never could let a damn thing about you slide.

As Jason fixes you with a soulful gaze, he realises that he’s nobody special—not rich and not entirely successful in life. But being here with you? Being able to call himself yours? That mere fact already means he’s won the lottery. That he’s as accomplished as he’ll ever need to be.

You consume him in ways that mock the might of raging wildfires, and it’s not something he could ever quench—not with time, not with reinforcement, and not even by deepest desire. Because there’s nothing he craves more than the destructive force of loving you.

With your every, ignited touch, he’d let you brand him beyond any recognition of self because the was nothing about him worth remembering other than the promise that he was all yours.

And he’d let himself burn to embers if it meant that his last memory was loving you.

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a/n ─ happiest of birthdays to sweet bree @titsout4jackles 💌 this is my tiny (and late 😔) gift to u. it’s not much, but please take it as a token of my deepest love. i love you so bad and you deserve everything you want in life and more. you’re such a blessing to this world and everybody within in. i love any and all of our convos and i appreciate that you’re someone i can spew bullshit to and you’re always there to reciprocate the dumb-assery. never stop being the absolute icon that you are. MWAH. also, to be frank 👨‍🦳, idk shit about jason todd so if this entire thing is ooc, OOPSIE AND OH WELL❗️❓

© bluemerakis ─ do not plagiarise or steal any of my works.

[renthony]

I have once again seen an aggressive do-not-interact banner with a long list of super-niche terms (some of which I genuinely have never seen before--I don't know what all your damn discourse acronyms mean, tumblr), followed by "and other basic DNI criteria."

"Basic DNI criteria" is a meaningless statement. What is "basic DNI" criteria to one subgroup on tumblr is complete nonsense to others. Define what the hell you actually mean by it or don't bother with a DNI at all. Be specific and precise in your language instead of relying on vague euphemism.

"Basic DNI criteria" is just about the emptiest form of virtue signalling you could engage in, because it doesn't mean anything. It stands for nothing. It's the equivalent of a sign that says, "Warning: Do Not." It's completely hollow.

If you put "basic DNI" in your posts/bio, I'm pretty much guaranteed to block you on sight, lest I get accused of violating a boundary that was never clearly expressed in the first place.

I find the efficacy and utility of DNIs to be nebulous at best, but if you are going to use them, at least make them actually communicate something. "Basic DNI" will literally never, ever mean the same thing to any two people, no matter how obvious you think it should be.

[beepboopiloveyou]

After doing some info gathering, I can safely say that the anti-Harris "leftists" are entirely Russian trolls, PRC trolls, Iranian trolls, and tankies who genuinely want to see the US collapse. They can be blocked on sight without another thought.

They don't understand how US politics work (I.e. Jill Stein's platform promising things the executive branch has absolutely no control over)

They're trying to guilt you into giving up your vote for single-issue causes

They know their third-party candidates have zero chance of winning anything

They always downplay Trump's horrific legacy

They try and invalidate your identity as part of a minority voting bloc

They refuse to acknowledge any flaws in places like Russia or China, even calling you racist for bringing them up

They try and play semantics/move goalposts when the facts aren't in their favor

They have literally nothing of value to add to the 2024 US Election discourse.

[marshmellowtea]

apparently ace discourse is allegedly returning so a few things on that:

i feel like we learn this lesson every couple months but a significant chunk of the popular funnyman bloggers on this website are just bigots and bullies and your dash will be way more peaceful if you just block them on sight and stop giving them the time of day lmao

aro/ace exclusionists in general are, again, just bigots and bullies and again, you don't have to give them the time of day, and

tbh i think the only thing keeping these kinds of people from being outright conservative queerphobes is because they're queer themselves in some way--they're able to empathize and/or sympathize with what they consider "normal" lgbtq people but not anyone else who falls outside of their limited scope of "acceptable". also lbr a lot of them are homo/transphobic as well just in ways the larger tumblr community finds "funny" or "ironic" or they target the weirder queers who are considered acceptable to attack, and we need to stop giving them a pass for this and then being surprised when it turns out they actually do hate trans people or ace people or bisexuals or pansexuals or whoever else they like to target as a "joke".

i'm not saying any of this to downplay how harmful aphobia is, what i am trying to say is that aphobes are fucking losers and we have history and solidarity on our side. most of the queer community doesn't give a shit about this stupid terminally online discourse and will choose to support each other, don't let assholes online let you forget that fact. bigots are not going to win, no matter how much they try lol.

[olderthannetfic]

what I learned reading this blog:

mute/unfollow/block is the answer to 90% of situations

everything is actually a thinly vailed ship war

everything also is a thinly vailed "my blorbo is better than your blorbo" discourse

people are homophobic over ships for fun and profit

antis should be blocked on sight

anything else I'm missing?

--

Wallowing in discourse is fun but worse for your mental health than you think

Most people don't care about any of this shit, but they're the quiet ones, so you don't notice.

[ceasarslegion]

Lets do a social experiment, because i can already tell what kind of discourse is about to start up again

Lets say there's two people in front of you.

One materially shows up for trans people of all gender identities and raises their voice for us. They have a long and storied history of fighting by our side for our equality. They are also a harry potter fan

The other person is very vocal about how much they think HP should be scrubbed from the public consciousness. They post a LOT about every little thing JKR says and reblog every "rb to punch a terf" post they can find. However, that's all they really do in the way of any support towards trans people.

No nuance, no third option, no "what if one of them did both-", nothing. These are the two options you get.

I will remind you that polls are anonymous, no one can tell what you voted for unless you say so, and no one is forcing you to divulge that information. Vote for your ACTUAL opinion, not who you think others would approve of more on tumblr

And at the first sign of discourse, you are getting blocked on sight and this experiment is getting taken away. I am trans, so don't even start with any assumptive shit about my character.

[neyafromfrance95]

i'm committed to not getting involved in any ship discourse,

but here are a few things i want to point out:

maximus is the main character along with cooper and lucy. his leading role doesn't depend on his romance with lucy. to say that we must ship max with lucy or else we'd be "erasing" him is to reduce maximus to a love interest.

no one says max is boring. people say that max and lucy's romance is bland and not necessarily engaging as a romance. but we don't want an exciting dynamic only for lucy, we want an exciting dynamic for max as well. that is why a lot of people ship max with dane.

max x dane is a great and rare rep, especially in scifi. as an enby myself, i was pleasantly surprised by fallout having an enby character and i hope that dane's role will expand in s2. the show giving the enby character a romantic dynamic with the main would mean a lot to me personally, tbh.

fallout is not a pure morality manual. it's the freaky series for the freaks. if people shipping lucy with the ghoul makes you uncomfortable, then maybe you shouldn't be watching such a show to begin with. there is plenty of puritan-friendly content out there for you.

lastly, this is for the vaultghoul shippers. again, believe me as i'm speaking from my and many others' experience, engaging with the antis is a futile business, you'd be giving them what they want. just block them on sight. don't pay any mind to their bs and just engage with your side of the fandom. that will ensure your experience there being fun and pleasant and also the general/casual fans not finding you annoying.

[daughter-of-sapph0]

tips for redditors joining tumblr

make sure you have a profile picture: otherwise people will think you're a bot. we currently have a bot infestation right now, so many people block on sight unless you look like a human

reblog stuff you like: reblogging is how this site operates. it's sorta like resharing the original post around, and it'll show up on your blog too so people who follow you will see it. sometimes you can add a comment or tags, but it's not necessary

make your experience better: if you're on desktop, download Firefox, ublock origin, shinmigami eyes, and xkit. these make the website usable, block ads, and let you know who you should murder on sight. if you're on moblie... uh, idk...

turn off tumblr live: literally no one uses it, and it probably steals your data. go to blog settings, dashboard preferences, snooze tumblr live. you'll have to do this every week, and we celebrate that on Snooze Tumblr Live Tuesday

we have lots of holidays: we have Out Of Touch Wednesday, Feliz Jueves, Kill A Cop With A Baseball Bat Monday, Get Lost In The Evil Forest Saturday, and Summon The Dark Lord To Bring About The Destruction Of The Earth Wednesday. some of these are real

don't go in the cave: don't go in the cave don't go in the cave don't go in the cave don't go in the cave don't go in the cave don't go in the cave don't go in the cave don't go in the cave

take lots of breaks: mental health is important. discourse is really stupid and dumb, and you can absolutely block whoever you want for any reason. be sure to log off if you feel tired or stressed

you have to be queer and a freak: this is the LGBT sjw website. to be accepted here, you need to act like a homosexual pervert. furries are really popular here. find a group of furries to be horny with. do it now!

most importantly, have fun: I never really used reddit much, but I know that it was like tumblr in that it was one of the social media sites that was most similar to the forums and message boards of yesteryear. as the internet is slowing being killed off by corporations and capitalism, it's important that we make the most of the small space we have left.

[aalinaaaaaa]

Writeblr Introduction (a Rewrite!)

Hello everyone, my name's Alina (Twenties, female), and if I'm not studying I'm likely on here (or writing, lol). I've had this account for a while now, I use it for posting my stuff as well as the lovely writings of others.

Also a proud member of this society -> @writersuog , go give them a follow! They reblog writing prompts and their members' writings.

And here's what can be found on my blog:

- My writing (see below)

- Other people's writing

- Writeblr things I think are neat

- Eurovision posts (lol)

Just a side note for visitors (this should be common sense, but eh), please don't send me asks/messages relating to the following things.

1. Discourse of any kind (such as political and/or humanitarian issues)

2. Asking for money

3. Anything such as hate comments, advertising, scams and other foolish things.

Should one send me an ask or message in relation to any of the aforementioned above, your message will be deleted on sight. A block and/or report may also be in order, message depending.

WIP Introductions and Masterlists

Flamebearer

Obsidian Sapphires (now known as A Healing for the Birds)

Caointe na Mná | The Lady's Lament

Soulswapped

Flash Fiction Friday Masterlist

Flash Fiction Friday 24/25 Collection

OC Masterlist

Taglists:

General taglist:

— @thelaughingstag @glassstardust22124 @wip-nook @thereadingfoz @thebluesthourcommunity @original-writing @bigboicol-theflamingcol @darlingsmoon @the-ellia-west @guessillcallitart @mr-orion

Tag Game List:

— @emelkae @afoolandathief @oh-no-another-idea @talesfromaurea @ettawritesnstudies @estelaiswriting @drippingmoon @pluttskutt @avrablake @bloodlessheirbyjacques @writerfae @ghost-town-story @druidx @wildswrites @enchanted-lightning-aes @jezifsterswriting @ashen-crest @writing-is-a-martial-art @thesorcerersapprentice @echoing-sailor @splashinkling @copper-dragon-in-disguise @athenswrites @talesofsorrowandofruin @notthatpanda @mk-writes-stuff @scifimagpie @sparrow-orion-writes @winglesswriter @mysticstarlightduck @thepeculiarbird @poethill

(Ask/comment/message me if you'd like to be added or subtracted from any of these lists! (Each of the wips also have their own lists))

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

A Christmas gift from me to all of you (was going to match the full length of the original, but I couldn’t be arsed):

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the dash,

My moots were writing about how their favourite ships smash.

Discourse was posted with words most unfair,

So I click the block button without any care.

Gifs are stolen and posted to Twitter,

It seems fandom etiquette has gone down the shitter.

I ignore it all, for I must remain silly,

And continue to post while outside it’s chilly.

This year your fics and art have been such a great sight,

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

[teddybeartoji]

∷ LOSERVILLE'S GUIDELINES & RULES

— THIS BLOG IS 18+!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! all minors will be blocked on sight. same goes for all ageless or blank blogs.

— this blog is firstly and most importantly a space space for ME. i welcome everybody with open arms but please keep in mind that alongside my writing, i will be posting a lot of selfshipping stuff and i will be talking about personal things.

— i write for GENDER NEUTRAL, MALE and FEM readers.

— i write both SFW and NSFW stuff.

— I AGE CHARACTERS UP. EVERYBODY WILL BE WRITTEN AS 21+!!!!!

— I DON'T TAKE REQUESTS! but i’m always down to listen to your ideas and thrists!!!!

— PLEASE DO NOT RUSH ME. i write when i want to write and what i want to write, please remember that i am just some guy and i do this for fun. i am also very slow with my replies and tend to hold onto asks, please don't take that as anything personal.

— PLEASE REFRAIN FROM ASKING FOR PART 2'S AND SUCH! it sucks the motivation right out of me, a nice little comment and praise is way more appreciated<3

— PLEASE DON'T USE MY INBOX AS A PLACE TO VENT. it's more than okay to tell me about your day but please do not get into anything heavier, i do not feel comfortable with that.

— DARK CONTENT IS VERY WELCOME HERE! that includes yandere, dub and noncon, stepcest/incest, blood, gore, somno etcetc, so if you see anything you don’t like, i suggest you to either block said tag ("cw blank" / "tw blank") or you know… leave :3

— the only BIG NO'S for me are VERY ROUGH/HATE SEX, HEAVY DEGRADATION and IMPACT PLAY (RECEIVING). i have nothing against these and i don't judge anybody who does like these, they simply are not for me.

— in nsfw works, THERE'S RARELY A CERTAIN DYNAMIC SET IN STONE. my readers tend to vary from sub to dom, mostly settling somewhere inbetween those two. the same goes for the characters i write about.

— THIS BLOG IS NOT SPOILER FREE! any newer leaks will be tagged with "blank leaks" and "blank spoilers" though.

— FEEL FREE TO TAG ME IN ANY ART OR ANY WRITINGS YOU THINK I'D LIKE! that includes your own aswell, but just bear in mind that it might take me a minute to get to it.

— IF YOU THINK THERE'S SOMETHING I SHOULD KNOW ABOUT, PLEASE COME AND TELL ME ABOUT IT, SO I CAN HANDLE THE SITUATION MYSELF. please do not harass people on the behalf of my name.

— PLEASE DON'T ASK ME TO BE MUTUALS WITH YOU! i follow who i follow.

— PLEASE DON'T SPAM LIKE (over like six posts in a row)! i am very glad that you like it here in loserville, i am just afraid of getting shadowbanned lmao

— DO NOT REPOST, COPY, TRANSLATE OR ALTER MY WORK!

— DO NOT FEED ANY OF MY WRITING TO AI! ai is not welcome here in any shape or form.

DNI: rascists, homophobes, transphobes, zionists, terfs, ableists, misogynists, sexists, pedophiles, xenophobes etc, ppl who hate on dark content and cannot seperate fiction and real life, ghost readers, and ppl who dislike readers with personalities and ppl who like to stir up discourse.

∷ LOSERVILLE'S OFFICIAL ANONS

— 🦉, 🦷, 🃏, 🐭, 🍓, ☀️, 🎭, 🥀, lesbian lover anon, thristy ahh anon, pink anon.

∷ LOSERVILLE'S LEGEND

#mayor of loserville- me talking or whatever

#mickeycore - get to know me through shitposts

#mickey’s magazine - pics hehe:3

#wtf mickey can write - all of my writings

#mickey is daydreaming - headcanons n stuff

#mickey vs gender - me struggling or whatever

#mickey can’t stop thinking - ideas n concepts n lore

#ceo of letterboxd says hello - me talking about movies

#friends!! - answered asks

#working at tumblr dot com - masterlists n such

#loserville's library - masterpieces u should read

#loserville's art gallery - masterpieces u should look at

#interview the mayor - ask games