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BatFam Shenanigans - The Model Incident - Part 22

Part 21 👇

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"Do you have a plan?" "I have concepts of a plan!"

Me, halfway through writing a 100k word long fanfiction.

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I’ve been on a gravity falls kick as of late XD

like a lot of others I got back into this show after the book of bill came out (I STILL DONT HAVE IT BUT IM DOING TO GET IT IF ITS THE LAST THING I DO!!) and wanted to FINALLY draw and post fan art of it. I just couldn’t decide on what. then the thought hit me

“wat if Mabel and dipper in backrooms?” And behold my creation XD this was really fun and I love how it came out hope everyone else likes it to!

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happy 9/11 to all who celebrate

[dovesdreaming]

The softening edge

Summary: Readers love language is touch and Theo usually loves it until someone (ahem Draco who else) makes fun of Theo for it. He ends up pushing you away until he realised how much of an idiot he’s been.

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Theodore Nott was used to being alone. He preferred it that way. It was simpler, quieter and free from the complications of messy emotions. But you, you had waltzed into his life with your bright smile and warm touches, wrapping him in a blanket of affection he didn’t know how to handle. At first, he had been wary, guarded, and unsure of what you wanted from him. But your persistence wore down his defenses, slowly, like the ocean smoothing out rough stones on the shore. And before he knew it, he found himself looking forward to the sound of your laughter, the light touches on his arm, and the way your eyes crinkled at the corners when you smiled at him.

Today was no different. You met him in the common room, practically bouncing with energy, and immediately reached out to fix the collar of his shirt. He caught a whiff of your familiar perfume as you stood close, and something in his chest warmed, something he hadn’t felt in years. "You're always so put together, Theo” you teased, smoothing out an imaginary wrinkle. “But even perfection needs a little touch-up”. He rolled his eyes, but the corner of his lips tugged upward despite himself. “And that’s what you’re here for, I suppose?” “Obviously.” You grinned up at him, pleased with your handiwork. You reached up, gently combing your fingers through his hair to push it in the right direction that he liked and his breath hitched. It was so natural to you for you to touch him like this, but for him, it was foreign. Bewildering and addicting all at once.

Draco Malfoy watched from across the common room, a smirk playing on his lips. "Nott, you're getting soft” he sneered, his face filled with amusement. The other boys chuckled, and Theodore felt a prickle of irritation. He met Draco’s gaze, his expression hardening, but the damage was done. The words burrowed under his skin like thorns. Was he really becoming soft? Was he losing the edge that kept him safe, that kept people at a distance? He didn’t respond to Draco’s comment, but it echoed in his mind long after you’d said goodbye and headed off to your next class. The rest of the day, he was on edge, thinking about what Draco had said and how the others had laughed.

Later that evening, you found him again, this time in the library. You came up behind him, resting your chin on his shoulder as you read over his notes. “You work too hard, you know that?” you murmured, your voice soft in his ear. “You need to relax sometimes”. His entire body stiffened at your touch, Draco's words gnawing at him like a relentless parasite. He clenched his jaw, trying to suppress the irritation that was bubbling up inside him. You didn’t notice, still speaking in that gentle, affectionate tone that usually calmed him. But now, it felt suffocating.

“Stop” he snapped, his voice harsher than he intended. He shrugged you off, causing you to stumble back a step. You blinked, hurt flashing across your face. “Theo..” He stood up abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. “I said stop. You’re always hovering, always- just, give me some space”. Your eyes widened, the warmth in them rapidly cooling into confusion and pain. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realise..” “Yeah, well, maybe you shouldn’t be so clingy” he bit out, his words sharp enough to wound. He regretted them the moment they left his mouth, but it was too late.

You took a step back, as if physically recoiling from his words. The light in your eyes dimmed, replaced by something hollow. “I’ll..I’ll leave you alone, then”. Your voice was barely a whisper as you turned and walked away. Theodore stood there, rooted to the spot, watching you go. The library felt colder, emptier without you in it. He wanted to call out, to take back everything he’d just said, but his pride held his tongue. Instead, he sat back down, glaring at the parchment in front of him that suddenly seemed meaningless.

The next few days were unbearable. You avoided him, no longer seeking him out between classes or sitting beside him in the common room. Your absence was like a black hole, pulling at him, making everything seem dull and lifeless. He caught glimpses of you, always at a distance, your once bright demeanor now subdued. He missed your voice, your touch, the way you made everything feel less bleak. He missed you more than he thought possible. It was during one particularly lonely evening in the common room that he realized what a fool he had been. You had only ever been kind to him, offering warmth and light in a life that had been cold and dark for so long. And he had thrown it all away because he was too afraid of what it meant to care for someone. Draco's words echoed in his mind again, but this time, they brought clarity instead of confusion. He wasn’t getting soft. He was learning to let someone in, and that was the hardest, bravest thing he had ever done.

He had to make it right. The next day, he found you sitting by the lake, staring out at the water. He approached slowly, his heart pounding in his chest. When you noticed him, you didn’t smile; you didn’t even look surprised. You just watched him with those sad, tired eyes that made him feel like the worst kind of villain. He sat down beside you, close but not touching. The silence stretched between you, heavy and uncomfortable. “I’m sorry” he finally said, his voice cracking slightly. “I didn’t mean what I said. I… I was an idiot”.

You didn’t respond at first, and he felt panic rising in his chest. What if he had ruined everything beyond repair? But then you spoke, your voice quiet and distant. “Why did you say it, Theo? What changed?”. He swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. “You heard what Draco said. That you were making me weak You looked at him, really looked at him, and he felt exposed under your gaze. “Do you really believe that?” Your eyebrows creased upwards, eyes laced with a mix of emotions.

“No” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “But it scared me. I’ve spent my whole life trying to be strong, to be… untouchable. Letting someone in- it felt like losing control”. “And now?” you asked, your eyes searching his. “Now I realize that being with you.. it doesn’t make me weak. It makes me feel alive” He took a deep breath, his heart pounding. “I’m so sorry I hurt you. I don’t want to push you away. I want… I want you. I need you”. His shoulders were tensed upwards trying to gage your reaction, his eyes revealing how desperate he seemed for your forgiveness.

You watched him for a long moment, the tension between you thick and suffocating. Then, slowly, you reached out and took his hand. “You really hurt me, Theo” you said, your voice soft but firm. “But.. I believe you’re sorry. Just don’t do it again, okay? If you need space, talk to me. Don’t shut me out”. “I won’t” he promised immediately agreeing to your terms while squeezing your hand. “I’ll do better. I swear”. You nodded, a small smile finally breaking through the sadness on your face. “Good. Because I like you, Theodore Nott, and I’m not going anywhere. You can’t get rid of me that easily”.

He felt a wave of relief wash over him, and for the first time in days, he allowed himself to smile. You allowed yourself to finally resort back your own nature of touch and leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder, and he wrapped an arm around you, holding you close. Maybe Draco was right. Maybe he was getting soft. But if this was what it felt like to be soft, then Theodore Nott was more than willing to lose that battle.

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Alien fandom

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Conflicting Feelings Part Nine

Three Months Later

I woke on the couch, wrapped in a fluffy blanket, from an extremely peaceful nap as I stretched my arms above my head. The bump on my stomach, clearly now visible. Hugh and I had neither confirmed nor denied anything in the media or on social media. The reports had been swirling for the last two months since my bump became visible. The only people that had actually known was Ryan, Blake, Ava, Oscar, Shawn Levy and our families.

I sat up on the couch, noticing Hugh, sitting outside on the balcony scrolling mindlessly through the random edits of himself as Wolverine on TikTok. He always got a kick out of them and still to this day, did not see himself or understand why he was a sex symbol. I chuckled as I watched him laughing at one of the edits. I got up and walked towards the balcony door, startling him as I opened it. 

"How was your nap, love?" He asked, jumping a bit at the sound of the door opening. 

I chuckled, "It was phenomenal. How's the Wolverine edits?" I asked, amused. 

He laughed, showing me his phone, "Look at this one. This girl says, 'He's 40 years older than me and I need him inside me.' They even used that song Age Ain't Nothin' But a Number." He said, still giggling. 

I laughed, "I literally can't get on my TikTok anymore without seeing your face on my For You page." 

He shook his head, wiping his tears away from his face. He literally would watch the TikToks and laugh until he had tears streaming down his face. It was hilarious to watch. 

He sat his phone down, "What time is your appointment today?" He asked me, referring to the gender appointment. Today was the day we'd find out what our child's gender was.

I looked at my phone, searching through my calendar. "It's at 3:30." I said as I sat my phone back down on the patio table. 

He nodded, "So we've got...three and a half hours." He said as he looked at his phone. 

He piqued my interest, "For?" I asked with furrowed brows. 

He smirked as he pulled me onto his lap and began using his fingers to move the opening of my shirt, near my cleavage, peaking down at my cleavage. 

I giggled, "Not on the balcony..." I teased as I pushed his fingers away. 

He pouted, "Why? This is one of the few places we haven't done it." 

I chuckled, rolling my eyes, "Oh yes, because all we need is someone right there-" I pointed towards the penthouse windows across the road. "To record it and sell it."

He laughed, "Hugh Jackman Goes Down Under." He joked, before starting to mimic the sound of music you'd hear on an old school porno. 

I shook my head, laughing at his banter. "Yeah, let's not. I mean, not on the balcony at least." 

He smirked as he stood up, still holding me, but now holding me bridal style, carrying me into the penthouse. He sat down on the couch, keeping me on his lap as he began kissing me, nibbling and sucking on my bottom lip as his tongue begged for entry. I could feel him growing beneath me as he pushed his hips into mine. The thin fabric of his sweats barely restraining his boner. 

I kissed him back feverishly, allowing his tongue to explore my mouth as mine danced with his. He moved his lips from my mouth, moving them to my neck as his hands found their way to the bottom of my shirt, slipping under the hem, moving up towards my breasts, cupping them. He squeezed them before pulling his lips away from my neck as a slight moan escaped my lips. He pulled my shirt over my head, throwing it towards the side of the room. I reached for his shirt, tugging at it. 

"Take this off." I whined, tugging at the hem of his shirt. 

He chuckled, "Yes, ma'am." He teased as he lifted his arms up, removing his shirt, throwing it in the same direction he tossed mine.

I smirked as I bent down, kissing my way from his collarbones to his neck while grinding my hips down onto his. A small moan escaped his lips as I found the sensitive spot on his neck that drove him wild and sucked on it, nibbling softly. 

He moaned, "Take these off." He whispered as he tugged at my sweatpants. 

I stood up quickly, removing my sweatpants, kicking them to the side along with my thong. He watched me intently as he pushed his hips upwards, removing his own sweats and the Calvin Klein boxer-briefs he was wearing. I licked my lips seeing his erection spring free. It was rock hard, pre-cum already glistening on the tip.   

"Like what you see, baby?" He asked, teasingly noticing my reaction. 

I chuckled, "I always do.." I said as I bit my lip, "I can't decide if I want you in my mouth or deep inside me." I over dramatically sighed. 

He chuckled, "It's a win-win for me, so I'll let you decide." 

I giggled as I climbed onto the couch beside him, getting on my hands and knees as I arched my back, putting my ass in the air as I wrapped my dominant hand around his erection. My eyes met his as I slowly trailed my tongue along the tip, tasting the sweet liquid that glistened on it. He closed his eyes as he bit down on his bottom lip. I took him into my mouth as I pushed my head down, taking him as far as I could. I felt him reach under me as his fingers landed on my clit. His fingers began making slow, circular motions on the area, leaving me drenched. 

He moaned as I bobbed my head, running my tongue down the length of his manhood, moaning as his fingers continued rubbing me. His fingers were magical. His dick was magical. His mouth was phenomenal. There was literally nothing he couldn't do, and not do well. I felt him start slowly pushing his hips upward into my mouth as he continued moaning. He was driving me crazy and he knew I wouldn't be able to hold out too much longer. 

"I need you, baby." He said lowly as he ran his other hand through my curly hair. 

I sat up, stroking him as I climbed over and straddled his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck, pressing my lips onto his. I reached down with one arm and gripped him, lining him up at my entrance as I sank myself down, taking every inch of him, moaning loudly feeling his length stretching me out. 

He hissed, "Fuck, you're so tight." He said, gritting his teeth. "You always feel so good, baby." He said lowly as he gripped my hips. 

I bit my lip as I began moving after adjusting to his size. I threw my head back in ecstasy as I felt him start thrusting his hips upwards, matching my movement. He leaned forward, taking one of my nipples into his mouth and sucking on it. I began bouncing a little faster while crying out in pleasure. 

"Shit, you feel so good, baby." I managed to stammer out as I continued bouncing on him. 

I felt him begin nibbling on my nipple, "Yeah? You love riding my dick, don't you, love?" He groaned as he began sucking on the other nipple. 

I moaned loudly, "Yes, Daddy." 

We rode out our orgasms on the couch before I got up, "We probably need to shower before we go to the appointment." I snickered. 

He nodded, giving me a cheeky smile, "Probably a good idea... I'll make lunch, then I'll shower once we finish eating." He said as he got up, throwing his sweats on and walking towards the kitchen. 

I grabbed the dirty clothes and took them into the bathroom with me, discarding them in the hamper as I turned on the water and waited for it to heat up. I stared at myself in the mirror, looking at the bump, running my fingers over it. Three months ago, this was the worst thing that could've happened to me. Now, I find myself excited... More accepting. I noticed a small bruise that was on my chest, left by Hugh while he assaulted my chest, leaving a hickey. I chuckled to myself as I checked the temperature of the water with my hand, stepping in to shower. 

After my shower, I could smell the food Hugh was cooking. It made my stomach rumble. He knew that since I'd started experiencing cravings, I was obsessed with broccoli. I could literally eat an entire plate of only broccoli. I wanted it every way possible, except cold and raw. That still repulsed me. I quickly dried my hair and went into our walk-in closet, grabbing a Nightmare on Elm Street t-shirt and black yoga pants, slipping them on. As I stepped out of the bedroom, the smell of the food got stronger. 

I walked towards Hugh, who was plating the food. "It smells so good." I said as I sat at the island. 

He smiled, handing me the plate. "I made garlic Parmesan broccoli, the chicken was sauteed and seasoned with lemon pepper." 

I smiled, taking the plate, sitting it in front of me. "Thank you for making lunch, love. It smells amazing." I said as he sat beside me with a plate of his own. 

After eating lunch, he took a quick shower and got ready to drive me to the gender appointment. I grabbed the keys to his Range Rover, handing them to him as he appeared from the bedroom doorway.

He smiled as he grabbed the keys, "Ready?" He asked me as he walked towards the door of our penthouse. 

I smiled, nodding, following behind him. "Let's go." 

As we made our way out of the door, down the elevator and to the parking garage, he held the door for me as I got into the Range Rover. Once I was in, he came around and got into the driver's seat, driving us to the 3:30 appointment. The closer we got, the more I could feel my nerves rising. He noticed and reached over, grabbing my hand, squeezing it slightly. 

After arriving at the OBGYN's office, he looked over at me, "I can't believe this is happening right now." He gushed. 

I chuckled, "I can't either... but there's no one else I'd rather be in this situation with." I said as ai smiled at him, caressing his hand. 

To avoid too many people finding out, the nurse ushered us into the backdoor, bringing us into a room. Hugh and I walked hand-in-hand into the room as I sat down on the examination table, he took a seat in the chair nearby as the ultrasound technician entered the room. 

"Mr. Jackman, Ms. Jordan, it's good to see you again." She smiled, "Are we ready to see baby's sex today?" She asked enthusiastically. 

We both nodded, smiling as she turned the monitor on and got everything prepped. I lifted my shirt up for her as she grabbed the gel. "Cold gel, okay?" She said, warning me. 

I nodded for her to continue as Hugh stood up, coming to stand beside me, grabbing my hand and holding it tightly. My eyes immediately went to the screen as I felt her spread the gel on my stomach and begin running the wand over it. I felt my excitement plastered all over my face as I saw the little bean appear on the screen. 

Hugh was beaming from ear to ear as he watched the monitor as the tech watched as well, speaking to both of us, "Baby is growing as expected. They're very active. Let me see if I can spot the sex." She said as she continued moving the wand. 

I looked over at Hugh, who was glued to the monitor, still holding my hand. I smiled at his reaction before adverting my gaze back towards the monitor. The ultrasound tech smiled, "There it is." She said proudly. "Alright guys... It looks like we have a little girl here." She said, looking at both of us with a smile. 

I smiled as my head snapped towards Hugh, who was becoming emotional. I giggled as I reached up, wiping a stray tear that was spilling over. "Aw, baby..." I gushed, seeing his reaction. 

He giggled, wiping his face. "I know, I'm emotional." He said, "She is going to be so perfect." He said softly, almost in disbelief as he looked at me.   

[jeonscatalyst]

I just realized today after thinking about things long and hard that most of the hate Jimin gets today especially within the fandom is because of his bond with Jungkook. When I say it is because of Jungkook I don’t mean that Jungkook himself caused it, I mean that Jimin being associated to Jungkook, having a bond with him, loving him and being loved by him is the one of the biggest reasons he gets all the hate he gets today.

The very first people who started with this insane hate against Jimin were taekookers who developed a hate boner for him and started sending him death threats as early as 2015 because according to them Jimin kept coming in between their ship. Things got go much worse for Jimin after GCF in Tokyo and after 2017 in general as we all saw a huge increase in Jikook moments (because they were together alot and not because the company was pushing a narrative that they were the closest) and a huge decline in taekook moments which made the cult go feral. That is when the vitriol and vile hate we see these people have for Jimin started.

Whether they want to admit it or not, majority of Taehyung’s fans within the fandom are taekookers or were at some point and that led them to hate him too and that hate continued even after some of them stopped shipping taekook and became solo stans.

Jungkook solos always had a hate boner for Jimin and I believe this is because they saw and still see what most of us see in Jikook and it makes them extremely uncomfortable and that is why they constantly project unto Jungkook by claiming that Jimin makes him uncomfortable and that Jungkook hates Jimin and that’s why they don’t like him but the truth is that, they are the ones who felt uncomfortable watching Jimin and Jungkook interact. Something about Jimin and Jungkook’s bond always felt “weird” to them and they could sense the things jikookers feel when they see Jikook interact and seeing as most Jk’s stans are Y/Ns who picture themselves with him and most of them are deeply homophobic, it makes sense that they would have a huge problem with Jimin. I mean they know about Jimin having his mouth on Jk’s neck long enough to leave bruises. They know about Jimin’s sweaty earlobes being in Jk’s mouth. They know about Jungkook choosing to spend many a nights with Jimin doing “nothing” so it makes sense why they are uncomfortable.

Without Jungkook in Jimin’s life, there would be no taekookers to hate on him, no Tae solos (ex taekookers) to hate on him and no JK solos to hate on him either.

We also wouldn’t have blinks so desperately hating on Jimin because we know that a good number of Jk solos are blinks who token stan Jk just to hate on Jimin and other members.

Me specifically speaking about the hate Jimin gets because of his affiliation to Jungkook doesn’t mean Jungkook also doesn’t get hated because of his bond with Jimin but everyone knows that the hate Jimin gets is tripple what Jungkook gets. Stan tweet in particular seems to have it out for Jimin and I honestly don’t understand why. They look for the least opportunities to hate on him and mass like hate posts about him and in those posts, we see all the other idiots like taekookers, jjks, tae solos and other solos who hate Jimin more than they love their own faves because they don’t mind liking and even rting a post from a hater who has also hated on one of their faves so long as that person is dragging Jimin.

So many times I have seen people say Jimin’s solo stans are the worst solo stans but I can honestly say that Jk solo stans are the worst and it baffles me how two people can love each other so much and yet have the nastiest fans who are at each other’s throats every single day. I say Jk solo stans are the worst because they are manipulative, deception and pure evil. Don’t get me wrong, PJMs are a piece of work but they haven’t gotten to that level of evil yet in my books. Jjks are evil set of people. This fandom and the entire kpop community never think twice about any rumors that concern Jimin as they eat it up no questions asked, JJKs know this and they use it to their advantage. I have seen these people fake tweets, websites, messages and so many other things and spread them around just to “prove” that Jimin’s success is fraudulent because they cannot stand the fact that Jimin is the only member who can compete with Jk. They have single handedly created and spread the narrative that Jimin is fraudulent. After Jimin released his album they faked a tweet from one of the biggest Jimin funds accounts claiming that PJMs sent phones to the US to stream for Jimin. Before you ask me how I know they faked it let me tell you. JJKs would rather die than have Jimin break any of Jk’s records so if they could boost streams by sending phones to the US, JJks would have been the first ones to do it. They made up a fake tweet and spread it around and no one questioned it’s authenticity and even when the account denied it, no one cared. First of all who is stupid enough to do something like that and make a tweet about it? JJKs also created a fake account pretending to be a Jimin solo and threatened to leak Jk’s passport information a few weeks back and even though it was clear that they did it, no one batted an eye and jimin solos took the blame. Jjks/tkkrs have faked two gcs now (that we know of ) and tried to pin in on jkkrs. One happened right before Jimin’s album dropped (after we got Tteokbokki By Jk) and then the next one happened after AYS episode 6.

This is why I say these people are pure evil because I have seen Jimin solos do and say some messed up things against Jk but not up to the level of JK solos. They throw stones every damn time and hide their hands and Jimin takes the fall for it. They fake articles about him and his family, about his numbers, his success and the sad part is, they have way of getting the media to pick up on their bullshit.

Tae solos (ex taekookers) are just lazy. No offense to Taehyung’s beautiful soul but most of his fans don’t give a tiny rats ass about anything but his face. They don’t care about the music he makes, about his art. They are so quick to like and view and follow his accounts everywhere but when it comes to streaming his songs and actually supporting him, they don’t do it and because of that, they lash out at Jimin and call his fraudelent because they could never believe that Jimin whom they always considered inferior to Tae would get better streaming numbers than him. They spent years believing that the number of likes and followers someone has on social media equals success and when reality hit them in the face, they couldn’t accept that they were wrong but resorted to accuse Jimin of being fraudelent. How does hating on another person’s success make you succeed?

Taekookers, Jjks, and Tae solos (ex taekookers) have made all sorts of rumors about Jimin. They have accused him of sleeping with bang pd for favors (Jimin solos have done the same thing to Jk btw), they have accused Jimin of selling himself to pdogg and the other producers for favors. They have accused Jimin of being jealous of Jk and Tae. And the funny thing is, because these people hate Jimin so much and are desperate to bring him down, they choose to believe any negative thing they see about him whether it makes sense to them or not. Someone could post an article tomorrow claiming that Jimin is Donald Trump’s lover and you will see that post having over 100k likes with people agreeing to it even though they know it isn’t true. No one cares about the truth when it comes to Jimin, they just care about having a reason to drag him and most of this is because Jimin met a doe eyed boy over a decade ago and loved him.

No one would have cared about hating Jimin this much if he wasn’t a part of Jungkook’s life. Taekookers, tae solos, jjks wouldn’t have had this deep hate for Jimin if Jimin didn’t love Jungkook and if Jungkook didn’t love Jimin too and this is one of the reasons why Jimin and Jungkook just never made sense to me as platonic friends. There has got to be a reason why them together drives people so crazy and if their love and feelings for each other was just at the level of bestfriends, things would never have been this bad. If taekookers really didn’t see and fear something about jikook’s bond, they wouldn’t hate him so much or spend almost all their time talking about him on their blogs. Taekookers on tumblr can barely go a single day without bringing Jimin up on their blogs. Some Tae fans on tumblr can barely go a single day without bringing him up and talking about his success and work and then we have JJKs who are quite literally obsessed with Jimin and then Jimin solos obsessed with Jk. If JJks didn’t feel the tension between Jikook they wouldn’t project their discomfort and hate unto Jk so much.

Regardless of whether what Jimin and Jungkook have is platonic or not, I think it says alot that how they feel for each other brings them so much hate alone and together. I think it says alot that despite all these hate they have gotten for years, they just keep getting stronger. I think it says alot that millions of people cannot stand the ground Jimin walks on just because he has Jungkook in his life. Whether people choose to admit it or not, they feel the strong bond Jikook have and for some reason this frightens them.

No one breaks into an empty house. No one puts so much effort into something that isn’t relevant so usually when a whole lot of people are doing everything in their power to break or bring something down, it is usually because they see and fear it’s power. No one would care about hating on Jimin so much if they really thought Jk hated him. No one would care about discrediting his success so much of they really thought he was irrelevant, no one would try to make him the villain so much, if they didn’t see the beauty of his soul and no one would try so hard to dim his light if they only saw darkness.

It breaks my heart that their love for each other is one of the biggest things that brings them hate but there is some weird satisfaction I get from knowing that their bond is strong, deep and obvious enough to get this many people trying to destroy them individually and together. No great person ever had it easy. No one who made history ever went through life without getting stones thrown at them so I take this to mean that Jimin and Jungkook are meant for the greatest things. When people see your grace and the bright future ahead of you, they try to break your wings before you even realize you can fly but the good thing is, they always, always fail.

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Could I request another Chaggie fanart from you?

Art collab I did with sniftsx on TikTok!! A lot of ppl have been asking for more Chaggie so here you go :3

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very often see posts about how the one direction fans grew up to be formula one fans, and the more I think of it, the more it makes sense. putting aside the fact that almost all my f1 friends were 1d fans (were ? are lol), it makes sense that a fandom who's fuel was hyperfixating on boys living out their dreams shifted from one form of it to another.

tha being said, it got me thinking - how do the girlies translate to f1 ? and by girlies i mean what your kpop fan would call a "bias". for example, if i was a niall girl - who's my favourite now ?

so here's a silly little non-sensical analysis and comparison that should not be taken seriously at all :

firstly, the zayn malik girlies are definitely lewis hamilton girlies. both zayn and lewis come from humble backgrounds, were subject to vile, inhumane racial discrimination and hate - all while being arguably the most talented in their respective fields (I mean, you've heard zayn's high note in you & I, and seen lewis' 7 world championships). they're hardworking, pet-loving, very fashionable men who stay out of unnecessary spotlight for the most part, and step out once in a while to remind the world they're drop-dead gorgeous. the zayn girls are safe with lewis.

next comes liam payne - and here on you'll have to hear me out with my comparison of every racer and bandmate. liam and george russell are both aggressively british, unapologetically goofy and true to themselves (and i'm talking about liam in 1d not the one on logan paul's podcast). they're both very talented, highly regarded in their boss' eyes (toto wolff and simon cowell - this post is going to be interesting wow) and still somehow not an immediate fan favourite. this comparison also goes wonderfully well with the whole ziam and britcedes parallels.

thirdly, louis tomlinson. easy peasy. max verstappen. both incredibly blunt, dry humour, pr nightmares, do not give two single hecks. people either love them, or hate them - no in between. both incredibly talented individuals (louis wrote majority of 1d's discography, max has 3 world championships under his belt) and yet are discredited ("louis is only famous cuz of his bandmates and the band itself" and "max just had a good car"). the zayn and louis fued also parallels abu dhabi 2021 quite well aye ? (i'm going insane)

harry styles, no debate. charles leclerc - regarded as the pretty boys (the prettiest, their fans would insist i'm sure) and the most popular, the well-liked. both extremely talented without a doubt, but a little bit overrated, and victimised to glorify and support fan narratives. i know i sound like a hater - forgive me, not my intention. i like them both as individuals - their fans on the other hand (and no, not all, i know) are so blind-sided, so insane and cause so much unpleasantness on the internet. almost ironic, how the most amicable ones have the least liked fans lol. that aside though, if you were a harry girl, chances are you went from one fan-favourite to the other. i also just realised - this supports the larry and lestappen narratives - am i genuinely, honestly onto something here ? (i absolutely am not)

lastly, niall horan. now this one i'm sure will divide you all, but here you go anyway. lando norris. both babied immensely by their fans and bandmates/teammates alike - churchboy persona. the moment they shed the insecurity, suddenly bam everyone hates them (niall's mofo t-shirts, lando's frat boy tendencies, and saying things that the internet will not find funny), promising at a young age, yet somehow grew up to be called overrated. their fans are stubbornly loyal to them, defending them through all their rights, and wrongs. it makes sense to me. one smiley boy to another.

this probably makes no sense - but feel free to add your own comparisons, theories, and notes ! there's 5 of them and 20 on the grid, obviosuly disparity for me to go on and on and on about (for example, I see a little zayn girls to carlos girls pipeline, louis to fernando - oldest boy syndrome and all that) so let me know ! let's yap :)

[ao3cassandraic]

I'm going to make some mild suggestions (based on what's working for me so far) about navigating fandom tensions around Neil Gaiman's horrific behavior:

Employ the block button early and often against people who have crossed whatever your personal ethics line is. (Yep, if I have done so via word or deed, please absolutely do block me.)

As much as possible, discuss your own (and only your own) responses, rather than getting into fan-on-fan fights or falsely universalizing about entire fandoms. Prefer "I am" to "they are" or "{property} fandom is." Fandoms contain multitudes! Adding your way of coping to the array of available methods is more useful and less inflammatory than fan infighting, much less reductionist characterizations of entire substantial fandoms (and fandoms for NG-related properties are medium-sized to staggeringly immense).

False universalizing (and all universalizing is false!) is especially corrosive when coupled with contumely. Again, consider staying in first person. It's actually more persuasive, I think, to say "I am responding in X and Y ways because I believe Q and Z" than it is to say "if you don't do X you're evil!" or "smh for those gross nasty NG apologists who say Y."

Something we can learn from Lakoff, social media, and current US politics: consider not amplifying takes you think are unethical or otherwise awful by repeating them -- no, not even to argue against them. Block instead. Let the bad takes fall into an abyss of silence. (Caveat: if it looks like astroturfing, it may be worth calling out as astroturfing. We do know astroturfing is happening, so.)

I am emphatically not saying "don't be angry" or "don't be upset." Anger is appropriate, and how could we not be upset about all this? But we have choices about where we aim our feelings and how we express them. Let's please make good ones.

Thanks. Love to my fandom friends, as always.