#but to shit on a movie and then clog up the tags with all your half assed criticisms?

[professorsta]

Bros is one of my favorite films now and if anyone else goes into the tag specifically to shit on it I'm going to strip my pants down and shit on your chest

[maxwapan]

Instead of posting pointless callouts, use your brains.

tldr: some of yall need to learn what a fucking block button is

Genuinely what is so hard about pressing the block button? Like omg I promise no one cares about your fuckass callout posts or rants. Like some of these people are embarrassing as hell. If you get triggered by shit on the internet, it’s YOUR decision on wether or not you want to interact or block and move on with your life. Like brother, i’m not going to throw a fit and freak out over some post that just so happened to contain weird shit on it. You know what I do? I MOVE ON WITH MY LIFE. Because I got better shit to worry about than some random ass fic on tumblr.

You like ddlg? Cool. Doesn’t hurt me or anyone, I don’t care. You like incest? Good for you! You like noncon? Okay! Like do y’all see how easy it is to just smile and nod? Trust, policing what people post and enjoy, is not going to change shit. It’s just annoying as fuck. People pick and choose, because some of the shit you all consume wouldn’t be considered normal either, going by what you all say.

According to all of your logic, blood kinks, knife kinks, gun kinks, piss kinks, and etc. should not be normalized either. Murder shouldn’t be written about, especially gore. Which is fucking moronic, considering how RE is built on violence and gore. Please, learn how to separate fiction from reality.

Many people are fans of iconic slasher films and horror movies. Michael Myers is a rapist and a murderer. But guess what? No one CARES! Because he’s not REAL. I could go on with so much more examples, but you should get the point by now. Hopefully. Dark content is everywhere, why is it now that it’s weird? Makes no fucking sense.

I get that some of you don’t want your precious white boy’s image to be tainted or defamed or whatever, but trust, Leon Kennedy is not reading these fics nor would he care. ‘He’s not a rapist or into incest!’, well he also wouldn’t call you ‘sweetheart’ or whatever cheesy bs fluff fics contain nowadays. But that’s the whole point, isn’t it? It’s all OOC. We KNOW he’s not a horrible person or an incredibly affectionate lover, but people write whatever they want. And no one’s going to stop them! Not the posts clogging up the tags or the weird asks.

There’s so much more, but the main arguments that keep being repeated are ‘it’s weird’ and ‘if you write about it, you’re probably going to do it in real life’. That take is so fucking stupid I can’t help but laugh. Same bs as white moms claiming their son is going to shoot some place out just because he plays violent video games. The whole point? SEPARATE FICTION FROM REALITY. And if you don’t like something? IGNORE IT? Why are you willingly engaging like omg are you stupid or dumb.

OH AND. ‘kids could see this!’ When will you all learn that no matter what you do, you cannot control what a person sees or decides to interact with. Especially minors. I’m willing to bet half of a smut writers followers are minors. Guess what? People lie all the time, about their ages and whatever else. It’s the fucking internet, of course they do. It’s not the responsibility of the blog owner to take care of children. The most they could do is plaster a big fat MDNI on their blog, that’s it. It’s the job of the parents to control what their kid watches or consumes, and we can’t exactly help with that. So don’t pretend to gaf about minors like omg.

Anyways. I’m too lazy to continue writing like I just needed to say this because some of you are slow. Me and many others are going to continue to write whatever the fuck we want. In conclusion? Block if you don’t like it LMAO. I don’t care about what some rando has to say on the internet.

[atlas-likes-writing]

Death in the Family

Characters: Jason Todd/Red Hood, Dick Grayson/Nightwing, Bruce Wayne/Batman

Summary: The world is falling. Dick and Jason are trapped under the rubble of a now-destroyed building. It takes everything to escape.

Word Count: 2325

Tags: Angst, whump, gore, graphic depictions of injuries, death/deaths in the past, swearing (but nobody actually gives a shit about that), mentions of explosions, angst with a sad ending.

Authors Note: Is the pacing goofy? Yes. Do I care? No. I will be paying in advance for everyone's therapy bills regardless. This fic was inspired by the movie "Fall" on Netflix! Let me know if you want me to tag you in my fics!

Masterlist | AO3

@qcomicsy

It’s as if the world is falling. Everything feels so heavy. An uncomfortable weight lies on his chest. Moving doesn’t help. It instead makes it worse. A disgusting feeling of wetness coats the side of his face. Is it sweat? Tears? He can’t tell. His body is heavy. His eyelids are heavy. Maybe he should just stay there. Slip into sleep again. Maybe then that weighted feeling will leave him. 

“-Bird!” 

A tiny voice sounds out in the dim. That’s peculiar. What’s the importance of a bird right now? He’ll figure that out when he wakes up. He’s too tired to care right now. 

“Jaybird!” 

The voice is clearer now. Louder, but not to the point of deafness. Loud in the way your parents are loud when they yell at you from downstairs to tell you that dinner is ready. It’s distant. Muffled. Like someone has put earmuffs over his ears. 

“For goodness' sake, Jason! Wake up!” 

That’s what got his eyes to snap open. When he does, he’s met with almost pitch black. His arms are pinned to the ground beneath him by sharp stones. No, not stones. Boulders. His left arm has clearly snapped at the force of them falling on top of him. The dull throb that emanates from the now useless limb is soon to crescendo, but for now that’s all it is; a dull throb. It’s now Jason realises that the uncomfortable weight isn’t just the feeling of impending doom as he originally thought. It’s a slab of concrete. Thick and jagged and it’s digging into his torso, surely leaving bruises in its wake. 

He begins to panic when the dust begins to settle on his eyelids. How long had he been down there? He shifts around, attempting to move any of the debris that fell on him. Immediate regret shoots through him; as does a sharp, blinding pain in his leg. He cries out. The sound of it is gravelly and clogged as if something is stuck in his esophagus. The dust around him coats everything. His skin, his helmet (which he now realises is broken), his tattered costume; everything. It sticks to the interior of his throat and makes speech scratchy. 

“Nightwing?” he calls out to the darkness, “What happened? Dick? Are you there?” 

“I’m here, Jason. Had me worried for a second there,” the voice of his brother breaks through the cracks between the rock. Relief floods through the younger man. 

“Oh, thank the gods,” he responds. “Where are you? Are you injured?” 

“I’m fine, Jaybird. Only a couple scratches. You’re the priority right now. Keep talking to me, okay? Do you remember what happened?” 

What did happen? The vigilante ignores the pounding in his head in an attempt to recall the happenings of the past thirty minutes. His mind is filled with the images of a battle with the Joker. Jason broke down at the sight of him, and his distraction resulted in the C4 at the base of the high-rise building to explode, falling directly on top of them as a result. The two men are lucky to be alive. It’s a miracle Dick scraped away with only a few bruises and scratches. 

Yeah, Dick is apparently far luckier than Jason right now. 

“The fucking Joker,” Jason spits. “I’m going to kill him.” 

“Let’s focus on getting out of here first, eh? We don’t know if the rest of the family are trapped under here as well.” 

Dick’s defusal works. Jason breathes in deeply to calm his nerves. His eyesight begins to adjust to the darkness, and he can make out his surroundings more clearly. 

“Right. Yeah. You’re right. Where are you? I can’t see you anywhere.” 

“I’m next to you, Jason. Through this gap in the rock,” Dick replies. At his words, Jason tilts his head as far as his predicament will allow him (which, predictably, is not very far), and the eyes of his brother shine out in the dim between two large rocks that separate them. They’re bright and unmoving and make Jason relax a little. They always seem to have that effect. The constancy of them always ooze safety and competence no matter the situation. He’s Nightwing. His gaze can make even Batman feel safe. All it takes is a meaningful look and Jason feels calmer almost immediately. 

The younger man moves his head back to its original position, looking up at the debris instead of to the side. He closes his eyes, before throwing his head back onto the ground in frustration. 

“Fuck! This is my fault,” he exclaims. 

“We both know that’s bullshit,” Dick replies. Jason fights the urge to tut at him mockingly for his colourful language. “That man beat you to half-to-death and then caused the building you were in to explode. Nobody is blaming you for acting the way you did. This is not your fault. Stop blaming yoursel-" 

“People could be dead, Dick.” 

That shuts him up. 

The two brothers lie there in silence for a while before Jason speaks up again. 

“We should be dead, Dick.” 

“How come?” 

“What are the chances of us making it this far? You’ve been a vigilante since you were what, eight? You’ve been in the game almost as long as Bruce, and yet here you are.” 

Dick remains quiet. Jason continues. 

“Me? I did die. Quite horrifically, might I add. Yet here I am.” Jason opens his eyes and turns back to his brother. “Why am I not dead?” 

“Because it wasn’t your time.” 

“Then when is my time?” 

“Not right now, if you’re wondering.” 

Now it’s Jason’s turn to be silent. 

“You have your whole life ahead of you,” Dick states, “Now is not the time for you to talk like you want to give up.” 

“I’m legally classified as dead, Dick. There is a gravestone in the gardens of the Manor with my name on it. I’m already halfway there.” 

“And? You’re alive right now, right? Is that not excuse to keep on living?” 

Jason sighs, a heavy exhaustion settling like bricks on his body. 

“Fuck you, man.” 

“What for?” 

“For being right.” 

Dick’s eyes remain trained him, steady and still. It’s almost unsettling. The older of the two speaks up, this time with humour in his voice. 

“I’m always right,” he says, a smile evident in his voice despite the fact that Jason can’t see the lower portion of his face. The younger brother chuckles, the sound scratchy and harsh. 

“Now that’s bullshit.” 

The silence that follows is comfortable despite their surroundings. Jason closes his eyes, a faint smile on his face. He could fall asleep here and be perfectly content with it. A heaviness presses on his eyes as he begins to drift off.  

“Jason! Don’t close your eyes.” For the second time in the span of about five minutes, his eyes snap open in shock. They flutter for a moment, and he lets out a disgruntled groan. 

“I’m tired, Dick. I want to sleep.” 

“I know you want to, kiddo, but I need you to stay awake for me, okay? Bruce will never forgive himself if you end up dead.”  

Jason scoffs. “Fuck that. He’d get over it as soon as the funeral’s over.” 

“Yeah right,” Dick replies. “You didn’t see how he treated himself after the first time. He nearly destroyed himself.” 

“Let’s put the emphasis on nearly, hm?” he spits into the darkness. “If I was in his position, I would have torn the world apart if he had-” 

“Bruce isn’t you, Jason!” 

“What. And you are, Golden Boy?” 

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” 

“What did you mean then?” 

An audible sigh is heard from the other side of the boulder but the older of the two brothers otherwise stays silent. Jason closes his eyes again, this time out of regret. 

“Shit. Look, Dick. I’m sorry. We shouldn’t waste oxygen arguing.” 

“You’re right. We shouldn’t. I’m sorry.” 

It’s at this point when an audible drip of something falls onto the rocks behind Jason’s head. His eyebrows knit into a frown at the sound. What was that? Is there water above them? If so, maybe they could use it to find which way is up so they can escape. 

Another drip, this time closer to his head. He can’t see the droplet of whatever it is falling from the ceiling of debris. Is it coming from the side? He turns his head away from Dick to look for the source. In the dim, he can make out a puddle of something next to his head. He squints his eyes, and he sees that it’s red. 

Oh.

Red. Crimson. It’s blood. 

His blood. 

He’s bleeding. 

The thing coating the side of his face isn’t sweat or tears. It’s his own blood. 

Oh God. 

Was the space he was trapped in always this claustrophobic? 

Was this smell of death always present? 

His chest is tight. His throat is closing. The pounding in his head heightens. 

A short way above him, he can hear his family. They’re shouting for him. They’re shifting rubble and debris. They’re trying to reach him. They’re shouting for Dick. Dick is shouting back. 

They can’t hear him. 

“Jason! Shout! Let them hear you!” 

He does so. He shouts. He screams. He yells. He yells for Bruce. He yells for Tim. He yells for Steph. He yells for anyone who might be there to save him. 

“Red Hood? Is that you?” He hears his father’s voice. 

“Bruce!” Jason replies. “It’s me! Help me!” 

“Keep shouting, Jaylad. We’ll find you!” 

He continues to yell for his father. His voice quickly growing hoarse from the dust that sticks to his windpipe. Beside him, Dick urges him to keep going. 

“Keep shouting, Jason! Keep it up! Don’t stop!” 

It’s only when light spears through the rubble and debris is pulled away that he stops. Tears stream down his face as the now unsettled dust falls on top of him all at once. He squints as his eyes try to adjust to the newfound light. The boulders pinning his broken arms are lifted and the slab of concrete is removed from his ribs. Strong arms lift him up and out of the pit he was in moments before. Bruce was always able to lift him as if he weighed nothing. Now is apparently no different. He’s picked up and cradled by his father like a child as he’s taken away from the hell that trapped him. He hunts for his family amongst the destroyed remains of the building that fell on top of them. He sees Tim. Damian. Steph. Duke. Cass. Carrie. Harper. Kate. Everyone. They’re all there. They’re all safe. 

But they’re missing someone. 

“Dick! You left Dick!” Jason’s voice cracks. Bruce gazes at Jason, the eyes behind the cowl seem sad. Defeated. It’s an unnatural look on the man. The Dark Knight shouldn’t look defeated. 

“I’m sorry Jason,” Bruce soothes. He sounds broken. Why does he sound broken? 

“What? No. Can you not find him? He’s there! He was right next to me!” he exclaims. Jason looks over Bruce’s shoulder to see his family gathered around the hole he was pulled out of. Steph is crying into Tim’s shoulder, his hand rubbing her back in an attempt to calm her. Damian is on one knee; the blade of his katana is stuck into the ground in front of him with his head lowered as if in prayer. Kate puts a comforting hand on his shoulder. What are they doing? Can they not find him? Jason feels like a child. Helpless and ignored. 

As he continues watching, he sees a flash of black and red fly into the pit. There’s silence for a moment before he sees Connor Kent bring the limp body of Dick Grayson out of the rubble. From where Jason is, he can see the teary eyes of the Kryptonian and his heart sinks to the ground.  

He doesn’t want to look down from Connor’s face. He doesn’t want to see the truth of it. He saw Dick in the rubble moments ago. He was alive! He was well! He only had a few scratches. He said it himself! He- 

“-was dead on impact.” 

His eyes are open, but the usual shine is gone. They’re glassy and dead. 

What? 

No. 

That- 

That doesn’t make sense. 

“But he was talking to me! I heard him speak!” Jason exclaims. Bruce shakes his head. 

“No, you didn’t,” he states, voice uncharacteristically quiet. 

“You’re gaslighting me? Really?” 

“He didn’t talk to you, Jason. I promise you that.” 

Jason looks down from his brother’s eyes, unbelieving. He knows what he heard. Dick was speaking to him as clearly as his father does now. He was speaking right into his ear, for heaven’s sake! He looks at Dick’s mouth as if to disprove his father’s words. 

Or rather, where Dick’s mouth should be. 

His jaw is gone. Probably smashed by a rock on impact. The hinge hangs uselessly on Connor’s arm. It’s grim and ugly. Jason can’t look away despite himself. 

“They say that,” Bruce begins, “sometimes, when someone is in a life-or-death scenario, their brain hallucinates a loved one as an act of self-preservation.” 

The puzzle pieces are locking into place. The fact that Dick’s voice is what woke him up in the first place is making sense now. The fact that Jason never saw the lower portion of his face is making sense now. The smell of death wasn't coming from him. The unblinking, still eyes wasn’t a knowing gaze, he was fucking dead and Jason didn’t realise. He was stuck in a hole with the corpse of his older brother, and he didn't fucking know. But Dick saved Bruce from having two dead sons that day. 

Even in death, Dick Grayson is always there to keep you safe. I suppose he is luckier in that respect.

--

Should I do a part 2 to this?

Reblogs appreciated!

Masterlist

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

Hello, I hope this is okay for me to send. I'm one of the blogs you blocked. (First off, this is your good right, and I completely understand and I hope this isn't a breach or invasion of privacy to send this from a different blog)

I always made sure to only tag content of Nolanverse Crane when it's really him and not any other Cillian role because I understand the frustration. And like I said, I absolutely understand that he's not a proper Scarecrow in your eyes. But it kind of hurts to get lumped into a group where I don't feel like I belong (if that makes sense)

Scarecrow in general is my favorite character in any comic related media. Arkhamverse Crane and Audio Adventures are at the top for me, and I also have a deep love for Fear State and little fan interpretations where he's just a funky little freak. My blog is Nolanverse centric atm because I just haven't gotten around to writing fics for the others. (And I'm worried I won't write them well tbh)

But all of that aside, my reason for actually sending this was because I was genuinely missing your posts and opinions on my dash. I was honestly a little worried that I didn't see anything from you before I realized what happened.

This isn't me being angry or petty and please don't think I feel entitled to seeing your posts (I don't want to be THAT person)

I guess this is just me saying goodbye to a pillar of the Scarecrow fandom, and it makes me a little sad

From the bottom of my heart, I hope your mom's recovery goes well and you have a great rest of the day/week/month. And a happy early birthday, Moffy

(ALSO SORRY FOR THIS ESSAY OMG)

A couple of things </3

I THINK I knew who this is. I blocked one person after I made that post. Looking back, that was probably a stupid mistake. I'mma unblock to check when I post this, and you let me know? (I was thinking....oh god I'm gonna get hate from the fangirls and taht legit clouded my judgement. I still fear anon hate)

See, that post was mainly about people I blocked weeks/months ago. I often only block the fangirls, for lack of a better word. I actually made the Cillian post on a whim. I needed some content for the day. (you probably know I upload daily) And sometimes, a little anger is okay. it's a valid emotion. Again, the people I block are more fans of the actor than the character. My main complaint was seeing Cillian stuff, which was not from the movies, in the tag. It just sorta....clogs it up?

Anyway, I can clearly see you're not one of them. If some reason , within the next ten minutes, you're still blocked. Send me the url. I am human. I understand. Mistakes and stupid shit happens. (especially with all I am dealing with irl) (I've been so stressed I think it clouds my brain)

You clearly love the character behind the actor, and I respect that. I think you may have been following me, cus my count went down after I blocked ya. So yeah, I did think that was WEIRD.

I'm sorry if you felt lumped it, it was just an error on my part. I hope you can forgive that.

and ya know, just because I'm not a fan of nolancrane, doesn't mean it's bad. I should reiterate, it brought so many into the fandom. That's great! I still reblog fan content of him. I suppose, the truth of the matter is my autistic brain doesn't do "live action" -- I can't think of one human who could play Jonathan Crane to my expectations. Voice actors yes, Dino Andrade forever lmao

But I just...live of art/comic/animation/games

and anything else feels uncanny. Like now. I dont imagine Crane as a real person. I have no image inside my head unless it's a comic illustration or game render. I Hoooope that makes sense

[jpeg-dot-jpeg]

Tag Game!

kisses to @this-was-a-terrible-idea and @becausereasons7 for tagging me!

Rules: answer the questions and tag 9 people

favorite color: bright red! not to sound like an edgy teenager, but that really vivid fresh blood red color 👌👌👌

last song I listened to: Villain by K/DA

last movie I watched: Pulp Fiction (1994). I have this movie bucketlist that I'm working my way through and that was on it. it was. okay.

currently watching: I just finished Better Call Saul and am now working my way through Batman: The Animated Series.

currently reading: Frankenstein by Mary Shelley! I just watched a biopic about Mary Shelley on Kanopy recently and decided to finish it.

sweet/savory/spicy?: YES. I want Maximum flavor on everything. I crave sweets the most, but i'm also that person who puts salt on a dish before even trying it

currently craving: i need some shit deep fried to fuck rn. i want something that immediately clogs my arteries.

coffee or tea?: I've very recently acquired a taste for coffee and am slowly working my way through the menu of my local coffee shop. tbh whenever i have tea, i end up adding so much honey and lemon that it's basically an arnold palmer. remember when i said i like maximum flavor on everything? yeah. there is no room for subtlety in this house.

relationship status: no bitches.

current obsession: tbh i've been so slammed recently with finishing my bachelors, preparing to move, and fighting my demons off with a stick that fun time activities have really taken a backseat. I started reading through all of the comics in Tim Drake's Robin run a few months ago, and I've acquired an old playstation that I've been collecting games for, so I look forward to diving head first into those once I catch a break <3

i don't even KNOW 9 people smh, tumblr seriously needs a function where you can see who all of your mutuals are

no pressure tagging since half of you have probably already been tagged lol @whelmedchaos @waffleinator-inator @chipmunkery @envysparkler @yasmindifference @lovetimdrake @lovecinnatwist @batsnacks @miles2g0

[laundrybiscuits]

(Hanahaki AU tag : Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4)

“I guess it’s kinda nice, having a lot of plants around,” allows Steve as they start driving again. “It’s like carrying around some of the outdoors with you.”

“Guess so.” Eddie rolls down his window. The heavy, blended scent of pollen and freshly-torn stems is starting to soak through the vehicle.

Steve rolls down his window too, dangling an arm out into the sunshine. He hums thoughtfully, tunelessly.

“Y’know, I used to wish I had the—the bloom. It was so shitty and stupid of me, but I thought, when Nancy broke up with me…I don’t know what I thought. I guess I thought she might see how serious I was about her and take me back, like in the movies. And then later, I guess I just wanted the option to cut the feelings out of me. Just Weed-B-Gon the suckers, bam.”

Eddie does not know how to respond to this at all. He settles on: “You still feel that way?”

Steve just shakes his head. “Heartbreak always sucks, but I think I kinda needed it. The whole thing gave me a chance to change course, you know? Think about what I was doing and, like, who I was. Make some changes.”

Eddie’s never gonna get the chance to make some changes. He won’t get to rebuild from the rubble. This won’t be a story he gets to tell about the bad taste in men he used to have when he was young, because he’s never gonna get to be old. 

“Hey,” says Steve. “I ever tell you how I crawled backwards when I was a baby?”

———

They pull over for the night, in a field just off the main road. Queen Anne’s lace is frothing leggy and top-heavy around them. Eddie plucks a dandelion near the rear wheel and tucks it in his hair, grinning at the exasperated face Steve makes. 

They’re a little way from any town, so the insects are buzzing loud in the field and Eddie can hear faint frog-call from the treeline. He thinks it’s kinda nice to be surrounded by this much life, everything just going about its own business.

It’s nice to have Steve here, too. It feels like a little indulgence; just another vice. 

Eddie sits in the back of the van with his legs dangling out and rolls a joint, because that’s what he’d be doing if this trip had been going to plan. After a minute or two, Steve comes to sit with him. Eddie passes him the joint and leans over to grab his guitar. He just has the acoustic with him, because it seemed like an acoustic kind of trip. 

“Same as radio rules. If you complain about the music, I’m making you hitch home,” warns Eddie.

“Jesus, you’re touchy. Can you even play your metal shit on that thing?”

Eddie smirks and launches into a very, very rough version of Breaking the Law, covering up the sloppy strum pattern by really hamming up the vocals, growling the lyrics all swoopy and dramatic and headbanging a little on the chorus. He jumps out of the van for the second verse, so much for the golden future, and starts pacing around like he’s on a stage, like the rustle of the tall grass is the faint roar of a crowd. Steve’s laughing, eyes bright and fixed on Eddie’s antics, and it’s everything he’s ever wanted. Just Steve, happy and looking at him. 

His throat starts to fill with a familiar kind of choking clog. He thinks c’mon, c’mon fucking let me have this, improvising a solo that’s definitely not in the Priest version just to buy some time. When he tries to launch back into the chorus, he can barely get out a word before he’s coughing, his whole body heaving with the need to pull this moment out by the root.

(Snippet directory)

[bottombatch]

Get to know you tag game thing

Got tagged by @optiwashere!

Three ships: I have to pick three?? Minthara/Karlach, Baldurs Gate 3 is what is currently on my mind. It's a wild rare pair but I'm a sucker for two characters that should never get along yet fall for each other, making out and fucking nasty along the way. I should make a fic rec list so I don't clog this post up... Anyway, I'm also a long-term fan of Moira/Angela, Overwatch. The fact that they have implied history and yet have the most scathing lines to each other? They talk like exes that never got over each other and I want them to kiss like it too. Finally, Jinx/Luxanna, League of Legends. I don't even know how to explain this one. I'm in so deep with these two that it's like trying to explain why you like your favorite colour.

First ever ship: Soul/Maka, Soul Eater. Long before I knew I was trans I adored anything with non-standard gender dynamics. Here, the woman is the badass fighter and the man is the one that turns into a weapon and is dedicated and loyal to his 'meister'. Which uh, now that I'm typing this? Kinda on the nose. Also he's incredibly obsessed about what 'being a man is' which, coincidentally, was what I was obsessed with at the time. Still love these two. One of the only straight ships I check the tags of, every so often. Also in middle school a girl I had a crush on renamed all her friends to Soul Eater characters and we were Soul and Maka respectively. At the time I wasn't sure if she liked me back which is comically embarrassing.

Last song: Self by Noname. This one goes hard. Listen to it and then also everything else by Noname.

Last movie: I killed the part of me that cringes. *Takes a deep breath* It was the Fnaf movie. I saw the Fnaf movie twice. Each time with a different ex. Moving on.

Currently reading: Ashamed to admit I haven't been reading much. Lately the only books I've been opening is shit like 'Spokane Municipal Code' and 'ITE Traffic Generation, 10th ed'. I do have a copy of Reflector sitting on my desk for when I'm finally free.

Currently watching: Jujutsu Kaisen. Me and the discord pals watch the new episodes together despite the fact that we're manga truthers and way, way ahead lol. No spoilers but the next few episodes are gonna fucking break me. "How can it get worse from the last two episodes?" You sweet summer child. I will kiss you on the forehead and tuck you into bed.

Currently consuming: Water. Hydration is important, kids.

Currently craving: More hours in the day. Everything is happening like right now and I need it to stop.

Idk what the tumble-ettiqute is for tagging people like this so uh, feel free to ignore if you just don't want to; @blubblubblue @pinche-pendejito @98lullabies @cluelesspancakes.

[scoganz]

Takovics I saw your reblogs about the pornbots. I mean this affectionately: you are an idiot and Patient Zero in a disease movie. Pornbot followers don't boost your visibility, they won't interact with your content. All they do is follow the creators whose content you like and reblog. You and others like you are probably the reason why we're being inundated. BTW, Pornbots will also clog up search results for popular search tags with phishing lures.

you say this like i dont know they dont interact and shit lmao. buddy ive been here for almost 10 years, i know how pornbots work! quite frankly i dont give a fuck how visible or the marketability of my blog and i dont post here FOR a following or to be Seen. im only on here to interact with my friends and post abt media i enjoy, lol. ive deleted and reactivated so many times and im only really here to have fun with my friends anymore :]!

my tumblr isnt a buisness and my posts arent products, not even on MY art blog! im not selling anything or looking to Make something. if i eanted commissions id use & grow other platforms. on this note i DO understand how it can be frustrating for artists trying to make a living but quite frankly theres better websites than tumblr to market and grow a following on.

and if you ARE an artist im sure youve probably got multiple different platforms anyways so why would losing tumblr platform be such a big deal in comparison? and if you dont i strongly urge you make some; even if this bot shit gets fixed again! more platforms = more audience for your stuff.

and clogging tags, sure. but holy shit havent we dealt with this for Years before the 'porn ban' lmao? block phishy tags they use and report their bot accounts & send in those improvement letters to staff. itll get fixed eventually.

[creepy--claws]

[● Probably cruel of me to laugh about this, but today I unintentionally caused conflict in a server by leaving and providing absolutely no explanation, only leaving a gif saying "So long and thanks for all the fish" and then sitting back and watching The W0rld's End (did that so it doesn't appear in the main tags. There aren't many posts in the tags, I must not clog them.) as everyone active becomes angry or paranoid and swarms my dms asking why I left.

It's like telling a bunch of 4th graders there's a bee in the room before leaving and closing the door on your way out, never to return.

I just find it hilarious that I caused a tiny group of people to get riled up because of a gif

Just a small reference to a movie and suddenly damage control has to drop in and calm everything down

I did end up explaining to some people why I left and what happened and it didn't help at all, just caused more conflict, but it wasn't my conflict so therefore I get to just sit back and watch it burn. Haha sure am glad I'm not those people rn lmaoo

One of the people involved follows me on Tumblr so I just wanted to say sorry that happened but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't funny to witness the aftermath. Sorry that it was stressful for everyone including you, but it wasn't for me because I straight up said "fuck it" and sent a gif as a last message before leaving. No explanation of what happened, just "So long and thanks for all the fish" ::::))

Not everyone realizes this, but you can choose to just stop caring and start laughing at my funny dolphin gif. I made the reference and you should totally laugh at the thing even though I won't be there to see you laugh at it.

Also the reason I left is because someone said something that offended me because I have anxiety and the shit they made fun of someone for is something I struggle with too, so like if you're gonna insult one person for having anxiety then you're gonna insult everyone with anxiety just sayin]

[k1mdracu1a]

𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐨

requested!

summary: dating them includes hc with steve o

warnings: mentions of sexual activity, established relationship, cursing, probably talk of substance abuse/use, usual jackass idiocy.

pairing: steve-o x gn!reader

a/n: i plan on doing one of these for all of the guys assuming the obsession doesn’t wear off so look out for those (prob doing ryan then johnny next bc slay)

^^ meaning if you requested im not gonna clog up my page by responding bc i’ve gotten a couple, just know they’re going to be done!

you two met through knoxville, who was a casual friend of yours since he had a habit of crashing parties your friends threw, and he would bring steve along sometimes.

your first date wasn’t really a date, you two decided to spend 24 hours together and do as much as you could within that time frame. you went through a shit ton of weed and ended up at the beach, an art museum, guitar center, johnny’s house, a total of three in-n-outs, and of course his bed (where you didn’t have sex, but you made out for an absurd amount of time).

this ^ ends up being what most of your relationship is; you’re either cooped up in one of your apartments watching movies and not answering your phones, or you’re out in LA making bad decisions that always lead back to a bed or the backseat of someone’s car.

while sex between you two definitely happens often, and sometimes in strange places, it’s almost always v soft and loving. he just enjoys taking his time with you, savoring every moment you two have together like it’s the last. your comfort is always his number one priority, followed in a close second by your pleasure.

head almost every morning, who’s giving and who’s receiving just depends on the day.

also, nightly make outs. this could be post-coital, or just a way you relax with your lover before sleep.

touchy always, to him, your personal space becomes our personal space. even if it’s just a hand on your lower back or an index finger hooked onto your belt loop, he’s always somehow grounding you next to him. less in a possessive way, though that is part of it, and more of a pls don’t leave me way.

having to deal with drunk/high steve more frequently than is ideal, but at the end of a long night when the guys finally drop off the absolute tornado that is an intoxicated steve-o, someone has to look out for him. thankfully, once he’s in your arms he does a full 180 and turns into a whiny little bitch (said with love) until you finally coax him into bed and eventually sleep.

he’s definitely needy, and i don’t mean that as a bad thing, he just loves being the center of attention, especially yours.

of course, he would never tell you this (not like you don’t know), he just sulks when you’ve been preoccupied until he can’t handle it anymore and then basically forces you to pay attention to him, but you don’t complain.

he’s obsessed with you (not in like a joe goldberg, the riddler way obvi). it’s always my s/o this and my s/o that, and it would be a lot more annoying if his friends didn’t love you so much.

he seems like the type to always be reminding you of how much he cares about you and how much he loves you. whether this be through little notes left on your bathroom mirror, small gifts or acts of service, or just by straight up telling you, he puts in the work to make sure you know without a doubt that he absolutely adores you

making him listen to sad guitar man music with you (idk i’m a whore for some good ole elliott smith and he seems like he would enjoy it in the right circumstances)

throuple dates with chris!! since most of your makeshift dates are more just you guys doing exactly what you would do at home except elsewhere, it’s easy for him to tag along and it not be weird. occasionally, they do turn into double dates when he decides to bring a girl along. in which case, you better believe that you two will be best friends by the end of the date.

it is rare that you two aren’t stoned after the hour of 4pm, and usually earlier. by 7, trying to have a normal conversation with either of you is a lost cause.

having the time of your lives when he convinces you to go out with him and the crew. there’s a reason the hardest partier in the group is the one you’re dating; let’s just say you can hold your liquor.

idk why but the thought came to me the other day of attending a music festival w him and it will not leave, with that being said, he def would be so fun at a music festival. i don’t think he would mosh if it was that kind of festival but he seems like the type to camp out over night to try and get a good spot and put you on his shoulders so you can see better when it doesn’t work as well as he intended.

in general, he’s simply the sweetest ever.

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[passionesolja]

Okay can y’all Disney adult bitches please don’t tag your dumbass movie character headcanon in the OCD section of this site? Like dawg some of us use that tag as some kind of support system.

Bitch nobody give a fuck if some bitch ass disney 3D model written to have OCD (maybe). Y’all are clogging up resources and tryna say oh “oh ocd rep🥰”

Bitch I don’t want ocd representation the fuck ???

This is a life ruining illness when at its worst so unless this character getting real with it (ie: intrusive thoughts, repetitive thinking, false memories, rumination, etc) then shut the fuck up with that weak ass shit. That’s not representation, thats just a mf with some rituals here there.

The only thing that need to be “represented” is the extreme damage this shit does to your life and relationships so that the world can understand the gravity of it.

I don’t want no fucking “representation” I want a fucking cure so I can have a fucking normal life again. I don’t need a bitch to represent some shit that torment me daily. The fuck that gonna do for me?? Nothing.

Bitch ass, sterile ass film company think they can gets tickets outta me? fuck Disney and all they weak ass, pandering ass movies. Y’all co-signing this is sickening

Does this bitch ever have a intrusive thought so whacko and heinous that it ruins they whole day? No. Then shut the fuck up, that ain’t representation.

I can’t fucking stand y’all. Keep your weak ass, frail ass Disney movie for kids so it can’t ever dive into the real issues ass character headcanons and analysis off the fucking OCD tag.

Bitch unless a character struggles with it to the point of having to fight suicide—or it hinders their life drastically—that shit not real and not accurate.

Y’all got a bitch fucked up today I swear

Y’all wanna “help people with mental illnesses”? Keep your bitch ass, lame as fuck, Disney character bullshit off the damn tag where people with the disorder go for support.

Fake love ass bitches, stop claiming you give a fuck for clout

[whump-mania]

prologue: the journal

(tw implied parental death, apocalypse scenario)

9/17/2034

my name is Quinn Taylor. i am 13 years old and im writing in this stupid notebook about nothing because my stupid mom made me because i need to “work on my writing” and i think thats stupid and boring. she said i can write what i want so im writing about that i dont want to be writing. she said i have to write ten sentences. maybe i can make really short sentences and be done so i can stop. this is sentence six. this is the seventh one. eight. nine. ten okay done bye journal

9/20/2034

i have to write in my journal again because its monday. my weekend was fun though. dad took me to see a movie. i think it was the one with the minions but like the seventh one. it wasnt good but he bought me popcorn so it was ok. we went to the post office after. i like the post office because all the stamps are cool. school today was boring. i got in trouble because i was late because i was in the bathroom. i dont wanna do this anymore im bored

9/21/2034

My mom read my entries and she said I have to use good punctuation now. I don’t really want to because it’s exhausting. But now I’m going to do good punctuation because she said that if I did then we can go to the pool on Saturday. Swimming is fun and it’s still hot in the fall so it’s okay. Sometimes there are leaves in the water. I really don’t like punctuation. It makes me feel like a grownup. Boring. Boring. Boring okay done.

9/22/2034

I am really really mad. I have to write THIRTEEN sentences today because my MOM said that my last three sentences yesterday weren’t sentences. I know you’re reading this mom!!!! I think your rules stink!!! But I really want to go to the pool so I take that back. But your rules still kind of stink but only a little bit. Hey mom, when we go to the pool, can we bring the darts that go to the bottom? I can get the ones all the way to the deep end. It’s really cool. I would have been done here but I have to write thirteen sentences. This is so so so dumb. My hand is cramping now. This is too much.

9/23/2034

one. two. three. four. five. six. seven. eight. nine. ten.

9/24/2034

Sorry, I had a really bad day yesterday. My mom said that since I called her rules dumb we can’t go to the pool tomorrow and I got really mad. I really wanted to go to the pool and now we can’t. But she said that maybe if I do a good job next week we can go next Saturday. So I’m going to try harder next week, and hopefully I can go swimming. I just remembered that I don’t have school on Monday. Maybe I won’t have to write in my journal on Monday. That makes it a lot easier for me to earn the pool. Maybe my dad will come swimming with us too. I like when he throws me up in the air.

9/28/2034

Someone at school said something really weird today. She said her dad and a bunch of his friends are going to “rule the world” and it’s gonna happen on Friday. I think that’s kind of stupid. That girl is kind of weird (sorry if that sounds mean). I asked her why and she said “because”. That means she’s making things up. I really hope my mom likes the sentences I’m writing. I found the pool darts in my closet. I’m going to throw them all the way down to the deep end this time. I hope my ears don’t clog up.

9/29/2034

The girl from yesterday didn’t show up to school today. Nobody knows why. I don’t know why I’m still thinking about her. I never talked to her before yesterday. Maybe what she said kind of creeped me out, I don’t know. But she didn’t come to school today. Am I at ten sentences yet? Nope, I’m at seven sentences now. I think doing this has made my handwriting better. I guess that’s a good thing?? Thanks mom…I guess.

9/30/2034

school got cancelled today. im really scared. i dont know whats going on. the principal told us they found spray paint on the doors saying really scary things and no one can come to school now. mom is on the phone with my friends mom making sure hes ok. my dad is at work still and i want him to come home really bad. i dont know whats happeni

10/1/2034

mom and dad went to the store together to get a lot of food so we can stay inside. its friday now and i yelled at them to not go because of what the girl said and they said we need to eat so they went anyway. im in my room. i want them to come home so bad. mom im sorry i thought your rules were dumb i love you please come back home

5/27/2038

It’s really weird looking back at all of these. It’s freaky, knowing I wrote these on the day everything fell apart. Never thought I’d see this thing again. I’m on a scouting mission right now, for food and supplies. I thought I would visit my old house. It doesn’t have a roof anymore and my bed is all moldy. But this book, this damn notebook is in the same place I left it. If Daniel saw me slacking off right now he’d kill me. I guess I’ll leave this here forever.

A lot of shit has happened to me after 10/1/2034. But in all honesty, I think the saddest part of all of this is that I never got to go swimming.

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[katherine-mcnamara]

no, you don't get hate, you get coddled by the community. this is the reason you tag all of your asks and clog the tags, you want the rpc to see it and coddle you some more. if anyone else just "removed the pack" or suggestion or whatever, they would be expected to write a novel apology or whatnot. not to mention that throwing your hands up and saying "omg i didn't know uwu" is you making a victim of yourself.

I didn't make a pack though.

Someone suggested the movie, I quickly googled the cast while at dialysis which, yes, I should have done more than a quick google but usually the problem is with the cast and not the staff/people behind it/crew members so it was the cast I checked. It looked like a hallmark movie, which made sense since I've been giffing a lot of stuff from those lately. So I was like sure i'll add it to my list.

THE MINUTE I was sent an ask about it being a woody allen film. I apologised and deleted the suggestion ask.

I tag all my rp related asks, like everyone else does. I've never said everyone has to like me, and yes I do get nice comments and people defend me when they see for the 100th time I'm getting nasty messages and I appreciate them. But I also get a ton of shit. I don't post 99% of the hate I get because then I get yelled at for not ignoring it. I am far from coddled. and please you or anyone block me if me being in the tags annoys you.

[sunriseseance]

please,,, even if you dont answer this publicly i wanna know your In Depth Thoughts on fanon klaus and the issues w him bc i also have issues w fanon klaus but i cant put it in words

This got SO LONG, so I hope you meant it when you said you wanted in depth! Holy shit I sorta lost my mind on this.

In my early days as a bear-poker in this fandom, I described fanon!Klaus as that person who gets resurrected in a horror movie and comes back different. As an audience member, I can tell he's wrong, but nobody interacting with him directly seems to know this. I've also talked a little bit about Klaus and intelligence before, which plays into any discussion about fanon!Klaus, but I'll be more specific here. Before I get started, I wanna say that fandom is a fun space and I don't think anyone is *bad* for creating/enjoying fanon!Klaus, especially not for the third reason I lay out. I just think he's awful, and has some harmful roots that I doubt the people writing him even know about on a conscious level.

Okay, let's get into this. Because I'm me and Wittgenstein's early work that he later disagreed with has changed my entire way of interacting with the world, I'm gonna define my terms. Let's talk about what fanon!Klaus is LIKE before we talk about why I REALLY DON'T LIKE HIM. Fanon!Klaus is a happy, stupid, sweet, childish, bubbly, luminous free spirit. He wears bubblegum pink skirts and he cries when Diego eats his cookies. He doesn't know what numbers are, he can't count, he can't walk and chew gum, he thinks that Africa is a country, he forgets that homophobia exists, he doesn't know that drugs are bad for him, the list goes on (These are all real examples. Can you tell what part of fanon annoys me the most?). He cries at the drop of a hat, and doesn't understand his place in the family. He'd move heaven and earth to help the people around him, and he'd never be mean to anyone but Luther (and even then just barely) He constantly needs attention, supervision, etc. He makes jokes about modern memes and listens exclusively to pop music. He's really damaged but it's only because nobody Took Care Of Him and he needs someone to Rescue Him.

Canon Klaus is mean, and quick, and sharp, and miserable, and hiding, and funny because you're laughing WITH him, and an old soul, and a goth, and chronically apathetic, and selfish, and so fucking smart, and acutely aware of just how much he matters to other people. He makes rape jokes, he figures out how to get info on the eye while high out of his mind, he speaks like 10 languages, he listens to Nina Simone, he uses people's inherent fear of the dead to buy himself time, he finds the perfect story within the dead to cause a rift, he tells Luther TO HIS FACE that he doesn't care if the world ends. Klaus is a fascinating study in queer trauma, and robbing him of these traits is a complete disservice to yourself AND the character.

I say this often about fanon!Klaus, but WHO IS THIS??? Like…. Okay, if I gave you this list and you didn't know it was about Klaus, would you think it was? I think he's literally unrecognizable. He's not any of the things I know or love about Klaus. He's nobody to me, except a nuisance wearing the same skin suit and clogging the tags. He is also, weirdly, the most popular character in the entire fandom. I wanna think about why, and I have 3 theories that I think can all be true separately or simultaneously instance to instance.

First, fanon!Klaus exists because of internalized homophobia, classism, and anti-addict rhetoric. I think that on some level people don't believe addicts, feminine queer men, or homeless people are capable of intelligence. I think people see Klaus's canonical positive traits and they sort of throw them out the window because they don't make sense with their world view. A queer addict is a helpless tragedy, and he's someone that needs rescuing by Kind Strong Dave. A queer addict can't be smart, because then he wouldn't be an addict. A queer addict can't be wily, or interesting, because then he wouldn't be an addict. Fandom sees a feminine queer mlm and knows he should be in a sparkly bubblegum pink skirt, and saying "dahling" or "wig" or whatever else all the time. They know he should be bashful and submissive and always falling into the arms of Kind Strong Dave who protects him from Evil. They also know he should really, really like Britney Spears, and not give a shit about Nina Simone.

Second, fanon!Klaus exists because people want to excuse negative behavior in their favorite characters. Klaus is selfish and mean and apathetic. He just is. These are flaws that haunt him, and define a lot of his interactions. These are, also, pretty tough flaws to excuse (which… Hey…. I have a solution for that). I think that fanon Klaus, who just doesn't GET that he's being mean, and is too stupid not to become an addict (I don't think addiction is a flaw, but I do think that addiction plays into this), and is too out of touch and childish to understand that he shouldn't just fucking leave, comes from a place of wanting Klaus to be a good person who does good things. I'm sorry, but he isn't. Not always. I think the impulse to make him constantly sweet and constantly stupid comes from wanting Klaus's actions to be fundamentally excusable. He can't help it! He's just too much of a useless twink to know that it's bad to lie! (also, side note, fanon!Ben comes from this side of fanon!Klaus. In canon, Klaus is self destructing on purpose and Ben's presence helps…. Maybe, possibly, twice. In fanon, Klaus is just stupid and he needs a babysitter and that is Ben, the motiveless, endlessly loving but Exhausted braincell holder. This is fucked up on many levels. Ben is an asshole, and we all need to get used to that idea quick).

The third and final reason is that fanon!Klaus is… More fun, in the traditional sense of the word. Fanon!Klaus seems like he comes from a very emotional romcom or sitcom or something. He's like a barbie. He's fun to play dress-up with. He's fun to make incorrect quotes about. He's fun to write about, especially when it's about his siblings herding him or coddling him. Good ol' useless, loveable Klaus. I think this is partially because Klaus is a pretty fucking heavy character. He's a traumatized homeless queer drug addict, and that's sort of hard to make jokey fandom content about. Not impossible, I don't think, but not easy. This isn't to say that angsty fandom content isn't guilty of fanon!Klaus, though. It absolutely is. Often when Klaus willingly shares his feelings, or cries in front of someone, or asks for help for something more intense than tying him to a chair, it's fanon!Klaus. Hell, any time he GETS rescued it's teetering into that territory. He's still completely devoid of all of the grit and intrigue of canon, but he's fun to write about, and fun to project onto, and fun to rescue. He's also EASIER to write. People know that Klaus is a funny character, they know they laugh when he's on screen, but it is WAY harder to write a character you're laughing with than it is to write a character you're laughing at. It's WAY easier to write a character who moves your angst plot on by asking for help, or necessitating rescuing, than it is to work out how these things would happen without initiation. I get it, and in spite of the length of this, I don't think it's the end of the world.

I guess as I close this out, I would remind everyone that Klaus is smart, and mean, and over 30 years old. He's not a babe in the woods, or a damsel in distress, or a useless silly junkie twink. I promise that the real Klaus is worth the time and effort it takes to engage with him.

[ooowyn]

I got tagged in two Get To Know Me..memes? (is that what they’re called lskjdhf)

One from @voughno and another from @brglhobbit I’ll put them below cut not to clog the dash up! I tag @temporoyales

🎵 first 10 shuffled songs 🎵

Shadowbringers Main Theme Reimagined 

Cake By The Ocean - DNCE

Gradanpop’s Uke - Forrest

Vincent (Starry, Starry Night) - Don McLean

New Soul - Yael Naim

Hello Goodbye - toconoma

Battle! Gym Leader Remix Cover -  Vetrom

A Theme For Hobbits - Chris Hooper

REBIRTH - Hez-kun feat. YAMINE RENRI 1.5

I’m the bad 2009 -  ℓαsαιℓℓαx

Second one I’ve got is: 

30 Questions

1. name or nickname: owyn! it’s a penname I gave myself when i was really young that followed be around

2. gender: ░░░░░░

3. star sign aquarius! 

4. height: taller than bilbo and thorin :]

5. time: does this mean fav time??evening and early morningif i actually am awake for it

6. bday: ░░░░░░

7. fav band(s): UH... Emotional Orange /DNCE / LMFAO / does Vocaloid count LMAO I don’t know BANDS... I JUST LISTEN TO WHATEVER

8. fav solo artist(s): Hayd, Nito, Forrest / John Mayer / All the ppl in the SPIDERVERSE soundtrack, THEY. , slenderbodies

9. song stuck in your head: USSEEWA 

10. last movie: Fellowship of the Ring (same brgl.....)

11. last show: honestly cannot remember. i don’t watch tv skdjfhksjhdg

12. when did i create this blog: like... i opened it Oct 20th 2020, then lurked and didn’t use it. First time I used it was on Jan 1st 2021 to reblog Legolas going happy new years sluts :]

13. what do i post: My art! And a SHIT ton of Bagginshield LMAO also little sprinkles of other games like FFXIV / Monster Hunter / Destiny and whatever else comes up

14. last thing i googled:how do i get money back if i over paid the irs :’]

15. other blogs: no other blogs that I care to share! this is my only active one!

16. do i get asks: not really no, tho i do have some art requests in there I need to work on! 

17. why i chose my url: it’s my penname and i like to keep my social media accounts all under the same name! 

18. following: 85 ! 

19. followers:412 (WHY............)

20. avg hrs of sleep: God I wish i knew. what’s normal for me is 3-4 am sleep to 11am skjdhfkjh so... 7 hours?

21. lucky no.: idk???? 

22. instruments:I play the Flute! I’ve done so for 14 years! I also can play the piano and oboe, but it’s way more casual

23. what i’m wearing:uh... long sleeve shirt and some workout pants 

24. dream job:what I’m currently doing!! freelance artist :’D

25. dream trip: train trip around Europe to visit all the fanciest botanical gardens and parks (I”m JUST STEALING YOUR STUFF BRGL, THIS IS EXACTLY MY WANT AS WELL) 

26. fave food: italian

27. nationality:dumbass

28. fav song:my fav changes a lot, right now tho it’s Stop This Train by John Mayer

30. top 3 fictional universes i wanna live in: middle earth....eorzea...middle earth LMAO

[queercatboy]

mmm call me old fashion or a prude but maybe dont tag your rated T fics with Bottom(character) or Top(character)

like unless you fucked up your rating and need to go change it, top/bottom dynamics should not be involved in essentially pg13 fanfics.

like sorry not sorry but i dont need to know your headcanons of whos a top or a bottom(also i have a lot of feelings as a queer guy about THAT but this isnt about that)

i dont go to T rated fics to see if so and so is a bottom. that shit shouldnt even be relevant

no one should be having explicit sex in a Teen fic

and because i know people are going misconstrunt that. i mean porn. when i say explicit, i mean porn.

obviously you can write non explicit sex in a T fic. pg13 movies do it all the time. the point is when it goes to discussing their sex life in detail or giving them "positions" or "roles" to play that becomes iffy

i am not going to mention labeling characters who are minors as tops or bottom

except yes i am because oh my god i do not want to know. obviously teens have sex. im not your parent. have all the sex you want. i dont care i just really dont want want to see it in works with gen or t ratings.

if you want to write about two 16 year olds boinking fine. its weird as 25 year but im not the moral police just please for the love of all that is gay tag and rate your shit correctly

when i filter out explicit fics it means i am not in the mood to read smut. i have my own confort characters i go too for that but im also just extremely asexual so sometimes i dont even want to see it

you can have your side of ao3 while i have mine and we wont have any problems

finally when tagging a fic if something is not relevant to the plot or has anything to do with what you written then dont tag it

it clogs the tags and makes searches confusing for people who are looking for that tag