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writingforfishes · 2 days

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Possible Controversial Post But...

CW: THIS IS A HICCUP KINK ACCOUNT. THIS POST CONTAINS MENTIONS OF MEDICAL CAUSES FOR HICCUPS AS WELL AS POSSIBLE CURES

I am not a medical professional, just an avid researcher of anything having to do with hiccups. This post is not meant to diagnose or cure anything.

This blog is not intended for people under 18 to interact with or follow.

I'm really glad good hiccup cures exist. Like, I'm really happy that the hiccup cure where you tell yourself hiccups don't exist, and you don't have them, is helping people.

People who have frequent hours-long bouts of hiccups finding something that will help them from being uncomfortable and in pain is a really good thing.

Hiccups should be either enjoyable or mildly frustrating in real life. They should not be painful or severely uncomfortable either physically or emotionally.

In that spirit.

List of effective hiccup cures:

Sugar/Salt/Lemon (This method proposes that poor PH balance is the reason for hiccups and presumably works best for recurring hiccups due to digestion as opposed to emotional hiccups or triggered hiccups.) Take a spoonful of sugar and let it dissolve in your mouth. If hiccups persist... Take a spoonful of salt and let it dissolve in your mouth. If hiccups persist... Take either a lemon wedge and bite into it or a shot of lemon juice.

Other similar methods are shots of Apple Cider Vinegar and Pickle Juice.

I Am Not a Fish Telling yourself you are not a fish is a distractive method that is meant to remind your body that you no longer need to make an action to release gas from gills you don't have. This method probably works best for random bouts of hiccups that don't have a defined cause or that are caused emotionally. Simply say, in a state of absolute seriousness, "I am not a fish." Other distraction methods include asking the hiccuper to actively hiccup or having them prove they have the hiccups. Alternatively, promising them some sort of reward for hiccuping. The anticipation of hiccuping might draw their attention to their body's movements and actions to a point that the reflex arc that causes a hiccup will be broken. The latest distraction method is "Hiccups don't exist and I don't have them." This distraction method takes it further in proving to yourself that it's an impossibility to hiccup and therefore hiccuping will disprove the truth. I'm curious as to how long the novelty of this will be effective for people with persistent or frequent hiccups.

Breathing/Not Breathing There are a lot of controlling breath methods of curing hiccups. The one which has always worked for me is taking in all of the air in my lungs, sipping more until I can feel some soreness and pressure, holding it until I can no longer hold it anymore, and then releasing that air all at once and completely deflating my lungs but puffing out every bit of air they contain. There are a lot of variations on this including swallowing while holding your breath. The biggest trick, for me, has been to start breathing normally instead of waiting to see if you'll hiccup again.

I imagine this works because it is manually resetting the signals of breathing to your brain and overriding the unnecessary need to signal your diaphragm to convulse. This would probably be more effective for triggered hiccups from carbonation, stress/emotional hiccups, or hiccups from laughter/crying. I doubt it would be helpful for hiccups from digestive causes or persistent hiccups because the cause of the hiccups would still exist, and they might come back later.

The Many Uses of Water In my opinion, most of these methods are effective because they encourage your body to make movements that reach the vagus nerve and stimulate it. Or they use distraction plus vagal stimulation. Drinking from the other side of the glass forces pressure that might correct hiccups from a vagal standpoint. Drinking with your ears plugged directly engages the vagal nerve through your ears. Drinking with your nose plugged and your ears plugged creates pressure as well as direct vagal stimulation. Swallowing itself is a direct stimulation to your vagus nerve. Important to note that drinking MORE water does not make the cures any more effective. It's not water that is curing the hiccups but the action of how that water is ingested.

I imagine this method is pretty good for a lot of causes of hiccups. But persistent hiccups or hiccups that come back that are not caused by digestive issues might still return later. This might be less effective for emotional hiccups as well. I feel like this would help with digestive hiccups because water is often a pretty good method to quench (even temporarily) the acidity which may have caused the hiccups. Water will also (as long as your stomach isn't full and uncomfortable) help digestive issues anyway.

Peanut Butter Substitutes for the allergic would include any viscous or thick substance that the throat has to work harder to get down. Almond butter or sunflower seed butter might work. The reason this method is effective is because it, once again, runs into the vagus nerve and forces it to repeatedly do something to prevent itself from choking thus distracting it from the reflex arc your body has created for some yet unknown but hypothesized about reason. I imagine this would work well for stress hiccups, triggered hiccups from carbonation or spice, but perhaps not in the long run for acid unbalancing hiccups like digestive induced ones.

When Are Hiccups a Problem

If you have had hiccups for more than 48 hours without cessation you may have a hiccup issue that is deeper than usual causes.

If you have had hiccups that keep returning for several days (and it is not usual for you to have them that frequently), you may also have an issue.

Possible causes for recurring/persistent/intractable/chronic hiccups:

Medications:

Cortical Steroids (oral/injection)

Certain Benzos

Anything that increases acid reflux

Certain anesthesia medications

Certain nicotine replacements

(list is incomplete)

Medical conditions:

EDS/POTS (anecdotal)

GERD (and other digestive disorders that affect the stomach/throat or the PH balance of the body)

Ear infection/allergies

Rare tumor

Nervous system disorders including muscular disorders (presumably)

Chronic anxiety (yes, this is medically indicated, in my opinion)

(list is incomplete but would probably also include structural deformities/injuries, surgical procedures, and genetic disorders that would increase prone-ness to hiccups)

The point is, you know your body better than anyone else, even a licensed medical professional. If you are in pain and believe something is wrong, please seek out someone who will take you seriously. (This obviously goes for things beyond hiccups.)

My kink is NOT seeing someone tortured with hiccups. My kink is enjoying the happenstance of having hiccups, the movements of hiccups, the sounds of hiccups, and the person's reaction to hiccups. Fictionally, it is mild discomfort, embarrassment, or annoyance.

If anyone who doesn't have this kink, has the hiccups often, and has been contacted by someone who does have this kink without their consent, that is NOT okay.

I hope this post helps those who have issues with hiccups. From my perspective, hiccups are meant for fun. Hiccups are meant for enjoyment. And if you're not having fun having them (or having fun being admired for having them), then that's not it.

I realize this puts my blog and me in a possible direct line of awareness to people outside of the hiccups kink community, but I thought it was important to share some of my values here and redirect so much of the destructive communication that has happened from others who have this kink to people who are unwitting targets of them.

#hiccup cures #medical hiccups #not hiccups KINK related #still a kink blog #minors dni #18+ mdni #non kink blogs can reblog respectfully #if you don't like kink blogs then don't interact #if this is helpful I'm glad for it #hiccups should be enjoyed #hiccups should just exist #i feel so bad for those who have pain with their hiccups #i feel so bad for people who have awful and long hiccups #i hope it gets better #non kink blogs can reply respectfully #not sure if i should post this but here i go anyway

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strangersatellites · 1 year

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pride, envy, sloth, gluttony, greed, lust, ao3

Seven Deadly Sins Series (NSFW 18+)

wrath (noun): uncontrolled feelings of anger, rage, and even hatred. wrath often reveals itself in the wish to seek vengeance. in its purest form, wrath presents with injury, violence, and hate

cw: rough sex, unhealthy relationships, blood, unsafe sex, choking, slapping, dacryphilia, angst (????) on accident, probably more tbh they genuinely fucking hate each other in this universe

This thing they’d had going on for three months now really had started off fun.

It started out soft and sweet. Stolen kisses in the back of The Hideout, quick, messy blowjobs in the backseat of Steve’s car, booty calls late at night when one or the other couldn’t sleep.

He can’t really identify what went wrong or when. All Steve knows is that the butterflies that he used to get when Eddie came around have turned and twisted into something sharp and heavy. Now when they’re within earshot of each other it's all biting insults and low-blows.

Somewhere along the line, the happiness that Eddie planted in his heart morphed into bitter resentment. But Steve’s nothing if not self-sacrificial, and the sex was too good to give up. Who is he to deny himself of the only good thing Eddie has left to offer him? So now he finds himself shoved into bar bathrooms and left high and dry, bruises mottled up and down his chest and dark bags under his eyes from a fitful sleep. Somehow he’s convinced himself it's better than nothing.

On nights where he can’t shake the memory of Eddie’s lips on his and his heart fluttering pretty and soft, he goes out.

He goes out to a seedy club and he finds someone that he won’t remember the name of in the morning and he tries anything to clear his mind. Nothing’s ever as good.

Tonight he’s found himself a few beers deep and tracing water stains on the bar top at some place he’s never been just outside of town. He’d spent the last ten minutes or so talking to a guy that looked like he’d show him a good enough time. Dark, curly hair cut so that it flopped down into his face, pretty blue eyes that went a shade darker when they looked Steve over, and a shirt cut low enough that Steve could see ink swirl across his collarbones in vines and leaves.

Steve thinks his name is Adam, but he wasn’t really listening and still really isn’t. He’s found that a few soft laughs and hums while guys talk is usually enough to feign interest long enough to coax them to a bathroom.

This guy, Adam maybe, is about two seconds away from dragging him there himself, he can tell. It’s written all over his body language. Steve smiles his prettiest smile and flutters his eyelashes.

But as soon as he opens his mouth to purr something like “Do you want to get out of here?” There are strong arms snaking around his waist and teeth scraping at his throat and Steve’s blood runs hot in an instant. He’s well-accustomed to it no longer being a good sensation.

Steve shoves his elbow back with as much force as he can muster and it all goes red before he even hears his chuckle.

“Strike out again, Harrington? I made it just in time then, huh sweetheart,” Eddie coos in a tone dripping with condescension.

He’s on his feet and shoving at Eddie’s chest with enough force he knows it’ll bruise, sees it knock the wind out of him a bit. Gets right up in his face and would do anything to rip that self-satisfied smirk right off of it.

“You miserable fucking prick,” he spits, uncaring of the way Eddie flinches back the tiniest bit. “I was not striking out, and I never am! And yet here you come acting like you’re saving some damsel in distress when it’s you crawling back to me. Every. Single. Time,” he punctuates with jabs to his chest.

Eddie’s smile doesn’t leave as he huffs a laugh. His tongue swipes across sharp, sharp teeth and he leers at Steve with narrowed eyes. Predatory in a way Steve liked once upon a time but now makes him want to punch out his teeth. He’s got his hands in his pockets and he looks entirely too comfortable with the fact that he just ruined Steve’s night. Again.

“God, sweetheart. You’re so wound up,” he whispers, face pinching up in faux concern. He brings his hands up to smooth down Steve’s biceps and digs his fingers in tight enough that he doesn’t budge with Steve’s attempts at shaking him off. “Tell me. When was the last time someone fucked you good enough that you remembered his name the next morning, now be honest.” He leans in close and that smirk is back and Steve hates it. “You can say it was me, honey. It’ll be our little secret.”

And Steve’s seeing red again because he’s right.

It was him. It’s always him and probably always will be.

He gets back up in his space once more and makes sure he’s looking at his eyes when he whispers a sharp “Fuck. You.”

And it's only for a split second but he swears he sees hurt flash through brown eyes. Gone in an instant and replaced with a real, raw indifference that Steve thinks might be worse.

He feels a hand at the back of his neck and Eddie’s lips brush his ear.

“Yours or mine?”

And it was always going to go like this. Steve’s not under any illusions. Knew this time wouldn’t be different. But it still stings the way that he knows in an alternate universe that question might’ve been accompanied with giggles and a kiss.

But then he remembers the way that Eddie looked so proud when Steve first said he hated him and the rage is back ten-fold.

He turns on his heel and knows he’s being followed.

“Yours. Don’t want you in my fucking house.”

*****

Steve’s got Eddie’s wrists pinned to the wall above his head and his teeth raking down his neck. Wants to leave a mark. A memory.

He hears Eddie gasp as Steve’s hips shove hard against his own and he shoves harder in retaliation.

“Remember when you used to kiss me?” Steve asks, Eddie’s breath against his face enough to pull some bricks from the walls he’s spent months building.

He feels more than hears Eddie’s hum. Feels his knee come up to shove him backwards until he’s the one pressed against the wall, face turned sideways and arms pinned behind his back.

“Yeah sweetheart.” He leans in to bite at Steve’s ear and make him hiss.

Steve’s grinning, ugly and mean when he grits out “Worst decision of my fucking life.”

But now Eddie’s the one smirking, he can hear it when he speaks. “Mine too. Liked my life a lot better when I didn’t know what you taste like.”

Steve aims for the shin when he bucks a foot backwards, nails it if Eddie’s grunt is anything to go by. He spins around and shoves at Eddie hard enough to send them both to the floor, grateful for a second the fact that his muscle mass makes it easy to manhandle his way into what he wants.

He laughs, loud and fake. “Now see, that I just don’t believe, Eddie.” He’s got his eyebrows raised high and pout on his lips and he knows what’s coming and he relaxes into it.

And yeah maybe Steve’s strong, but Eddie knows him. Knows when his guard is down. He gets his knees up around Steve’s hips and flips them over, Steve’s back against the ground and there’s the fury Steve’s been after. Been trying to bring it out all night.

Eddie’s got a ringed hand pressed tight against Steve’s throat when he finally lets himself feel. Feel good the way only Eddie can make him. Lets the fight drain out of him as his vision goes spotty. Eddie’s spitting words in his face, “Do you ever shut the fuck up?” and saliva into his mouth and it’s so bad-good.

His next breath is heaving as he comes back down and Eddie’s already standing and walking away.

“Get up. I don’t have all night.”

And now that he’s got Eddie mad, got him fired up, he knows he can let himself go. Lets himself fall even though he knows Eddie’s not going to catch him. Thinks it's worth it until it's not. Until tomorrow when he remembers the way he and Eddie won’t look at each other when their friends are around. They way they don’t talk.

Because this is how it's always going to go. He’s going to let Eddie rile him up, make his sharp, heavy butterflies flutter out in words he thinks he doesn’t really mean. He’s going to push and push and push until Eddie breaks. And even though he started it, Eddie always will. Break, that is. He’ll break out of his self-assured, indifferent asshole persona and he’ll turn into something real and mean. Someone that hates Steve back.

Steve thinks it shouldn’t feel as good as it does.

There’s nothing gentle about the way Eddie stretches him open. The way he smacks the inside of Steve’s thigh hard enough it leaves a welt the shape of his hand.

He’s got two fingers inside him and Steve feels so good and he can’t help but talk. Head thrown back, words fall from his lips between desperate moans.

“Hate you so fucking much.”

A smack to his ass and a dejected huff.

“Yeah. I know you do sweetheart."

Steve groans in annoyance but his back arches all the same.

“Hate it when you call me that.”

And he’s not looking but he knows Eddie is rolling his eyes.

“I know you do, baby.”

And there’s tears pricking at the back of his eyes because sure he really does hate this man. Really does think he’d have been better off never meeting him. But all he can hear when Eddie calls him “baby” is the way he used to say it through laughter against his skin.

He knows he’s pouting but he thinks he deserves it with the bitter memories he’s fighting away. “Hate that even worse.”

Eddie pulls his fingers out and crawls up his body to squeeze at his cheeks until he fishmouths.

“I know. Now shut up and stop crying. You wanted me mean and you’ve fucking got it baby.”

Steve gasps high in his throat when Eddie grabs him by his hips and flips him onto his belly and something about this flavor of anger Eddie’s wearing sets Steve off again. But this time his anger isn’t a facade. It's raw and real and it's hurt that got brushed aside and became something else entirely.

“Hate what we could’ve been. Hate that I hate you.” He says into a pillow.

He hears Eddie groan and not in a good way. In the way he does when he’s annoyed. He feels his weight lay over his back and his hand on the inside of his thigh yanking upward and open.

“Well I hate that you don’t know when to stop talking." He grits out and the pressure as he presses inside Steve is enough to make him white out.

By the time he builds up a bruising rhythm, punching Steve’s breath out of him on every thrust, he’s talking again.

“Could’ve given you everything you wanted sweetheart,” and his tone is so patronizing, “But it just wasn’t fucking enough was it?”

And Steve’s barely holding on to his consciousness through the pressure deep in his guts and the hand pressing the back of his neck down, down, down. But he’s still got enough wherewithal that that strikes a chord.

Because no, having Eddie behind closed doors wasn’t enough. And Eddie knows that. He knows how that hurt him and chooses to use it against him anyway.

His voice is muffled into the pillow and broken up by whimpers and whines but he speaks anyway.

“Well it wasn’t my– shit, so good. Wasn’t my pride that got in the way.”

Eddie’s hips slow to a deep grind and freeze pressed to the hilt.

The hand at the back of Steve’s neck slides to the front and yanks him up on his knees, pressed against Eddie’s chest.

His chest is heaving where its plastered to Steve’s back and his voice rumbles through them both.

“Maybe not. But it was you that kept your mouth shut and made it my fault.”

Steve goes to argue but gets cut off by the sharp stinging of teeth breaking the skin against his shoulder blade. His breath goes ragged on a shriek and his vision whites out around the edges. Eddie’s shoving him back down, ass-up and face smushed sideways. His hand slips up and pries his mouth wide open and shoves in hard, stopping anything he could possibly say. Steve’s eyes are wide where he’s staring, gone glassy and wet.

“And it looks like now you don’t know how to do that, do you baby?” He asks.

And he’s got his fingers down his throat and his dick shoved deep.

There’s blood dripping from his teeth in that sharp, bitter smile. And he’s so pretty. And Steve hates him.

He chokes around his fingers on a sob as Eddie picks up his pace again.

Hates that it feels so good.

Hates that he comes back for this.

Hates that Eddie’s right.

Because maybe he can’t pinpoint when or where things went south, but he knows it has everything to do with the way he started needing more and not asking for it. Knows Eddie was letting him figure it out on his own. And instead of just going for it, he knows he started blaming.

So maybe he does hate Eddie. Hates him for the way he didn’t push him when he knew he needed it. Hates that he still uses him like this.

But he really hates himself. Because he could’ve had what he wanted but he didn’t take it.

(Hates that tomorrow he’ll forget this all again, too far in his head and in the feeling of Eddie taking what he wouldn’t give. He’ll forget it all and go back to hating him again.)

A sharp smack to the outside of his thigh brings him barreling back down into reality and it's Eddie’s words that send him hurdling into release.

“Here you fucking go again with the crying. God I hate that you’re so fucking pretty.”

Steve hates that that’s what does it for him. Hates that his crying is what does it for Eddie. Hates the way he’s filled up and will have to go home messy, the way Eddie pulls out of him and throws him his clothes.

He hears the flick of a lighter and Eddie’s heavy inhale from far away.

“I assume you can show yourself out.”

As Steve pulls his shirt over his head and wipes the tear tracks from his face he thinks “Yeah. This is why I hate him.”

And from the other side of the room Eddie thinks that if Steve would say half of the things that run through his mind with Eddie inside him, maybe they wouldn’t hate each other at all.

#seven deadly sins series #wrath #steddie #steddie fic #steddie smut #steve harrington #eddie munson #gin writes #this got way more angsty than I intended I am so sorry #they're both really awful for each other in this please be warned #this is also nearly triple the length it was supposed to be #can you tell this got away from me be honest #sponsored by gin watching shrek 2 and 3 #shameless delete and repost since the last one was up way too damn long for the interaction it got (respectfully)

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orchideae · 9 months

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A little unpopular opinion on something I've seen happen more commonly throughout November/December and wanted to address quickly for my own blog: Please never hesitate to reblog anything from me. You see me reblogging a sentence starter list that you like? Go for it and reblog it from me directly without any pressure on you whatsoever to send anything into me before doing so. You like a GIF-set or musing that I reblogged? Nab it from me, it'll brighten my day to see that we share an interest in something. I like to see interaction between me and anyone who follows me. I like to see that little activity notification light up.

Honestly, it simply reminds me that we're all part of a community, and more specifically, a fandom that consists of characters and nations that we all came to love and then share that amongst ourselves. And honestly, seeing a reblog happen shortly after me but it's from the source, creates (in my opinion) an odd sense of chosen disconnect between people that can feel awkward, it's as if we're walking on eggshells as to not rub each other the wrong way. But what's wrong about going 'Hey, I see what you reblogged, I like it too!', it even gives you potential common ground to start a conversation. We're a community, and I don't know about you, but I like seeing people interact with each other beyond merely threads and notes. It's the little things that matter, after all.

#[ psa. ] seeing isn't always believing. and if you can't trust your eyes; you certainly can't trust rumors.#[ i feel like this whole 'reblog karma' rule has scared people so much into stopping with behavior that... ]#[ i think was healthy. interaction; no matter how small; makes it so much easier and comfortable for people to... ]#[ interact because you almost become 'familiar faces' through these tiny little asks. ]#[ the amount of times i've entered dms kindly/respectfully after someone's reblogged something from me-- ]#[ and the person and i proceeded to just gush about the reblogged fanart in question. or something similar. ]#[ which then makes any further ooc interaction so much easier and nicer-- the initial anxiety people may face is lessened. ]#[ because you've already found common ground. ]#[ like i don't mean to force anyone to reblog from me-- but it's like it's so obvious so often when people... ]#[ see something from you but then reblog it from the source. i dunno if it's just me but it feels odd. ]#[ it feels as if someone thinks reblogging from me would step on my toes or rub me the wrong way and i don't see?? ]#[ why that's a thing? it's so silly. reblog from me; feel welcome to do so. we all love this fandom. we all love our characters. ]#[ and each others' characters. it's why we interact; right? ]#[ any way. hi-- yes. i just mean never feel odd to reblog from me. if anything i encourage it. ]#[ i'll smile and nod at you in my activity; and you'll also pique my interest to be like 'hey! good taste 💙 ]#[ any way; i hope people are having a good weekend! ]

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asurrogateblog · 19 days

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you can meet some very specific people if you just happen to ask for their stories. this morning I went to get coffee from what everyone has always said is the best place in [city]. it’s a little hole in the wall that’s only open for a few hours one single day a week. the owner –a man in his sixties – brews it fresh right in front of you. while waiting for it to be done, I decided to ask why the shop is named what it is. he turned back and pointed to a large black and white poster on the wall of a singer I didn’t recognize “I used to be in a rock band with him, it’s the name one of our albums,” he said, “he died, though, after we broke up. but I thought it would be nice to name a cafe for him.” I didn’t quite know how to respond and told him I was sorry, but he said it was okay. you could clearly tell that the symbolic gesture of the shop really meant a lot to him. and you know what? yah, it is the best cup of coffee in the city

#I’m trying to figure out how to respectfully say #that I know how fake this sounds #like. I don’t need to say out loud why this was a strangely unique interaction right #I went on spotify after I got back to my car and yep. sure enough #I feel guilty for tying this guy up in whatever serendipity is going on here

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tinta--branca--art · 7 months

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Clanging pots and pans together @gendervapor14 your mind is huge for the corabelle+oc combo so here they are !!

#one piece #bell mere #donquixote rosinante #donquixote corazon #others' ocs #sora #corabelle #hunkering down to blabber in these tags because i am SO GLAD that someone else has brainrot over marine trio #also sora ma'am... respectfully #i cheated the size difference a little because poor bell looked child sized next to them in the sketch #accursed giants #the composition/posing took me a bit to figure out bc the more people the harder it is imo #i wanted them all to be interacting with each other physically at least #so many hands...#and then i kind of made them all look at each other in a circle? so nobody looked left out #sora looking at rosi. rosi kinda looking/leaning towards bell. bell looking up at sora #like a triangle #i think i over rendered it a little but it's ok we can say the dreamlike atmosphere is intentional #like a flashback sobs #okok uwu happy valentine's gen i hope u get to rest later today #as u deserve #i am now going to live deliciously and read ur fic hell yea #tintabrancaart

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vulpinesaint · 2 years

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i need everybody ever to watch this video actually. the issue is not difficult but if you’re somehow still feeling uncertain in any way about hogwarts legacy watch the video. they say it well and they say it with confidence and i love them actually

#hogwarts legacy #all of their videos on the topic are extremely good. downloaded the tiktok app so i could save this one on my phone #fr though it is really Not That Complicated. and none of your arguments to the contrary are good #if you still interact with harry potter i don’t like you and i don’t want you in my spaces.#if you’re going to play hogwarts legacy i hate you actually. and i am going to respectfully posit that you fuck off #nd i don’t care if you’re trans or queer or whatever. wearing a pronouns pin while you send money to legislate trans people out of existence #is not a cute look nor does it excuse you from moral culpability.#if ppl wanna start a fight in the comments i’m happy to tell you to go fuck yourself and die though it’ll help me blow off some steam <3 #valentine notes #harry potter #jk rowling #anti harry potter #anti jkr #anti hogwarts legacy #not even to MENTION the racism and antisemitism. dear fucking god

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rouge-fauna · 8 days

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I think you’re talking about these posts [here & here], I don’t know if there have been others.

I'm not gonna say what I did was right, you are correct I should probably just not respond to asks getting me to talk about other people. I will say for these two posts those people had already blocked me I’m pretty sure, so it’s kinda hard to talk directly to them in that case. And I was not doing so anonymously and had not blocked them so I wasn’t hiding what I was saying. I did not follow them, I am not part of the innitor community, and not that that makes it right but I do think it is kinda different. Though you make a good point, perhaps we should stop this pattern of responding to asks about other blogs and such.

Still, the biggest thing to me I realized, back in elementary school when I first dealt with this, was that honestly all the time we talk about people behind their back. Talking about people when they aren’t always in the room is kinda just inevitable and part of socializing, however I think the important part is how you are talking about other people. It’s when you are insulting them, talking negatively about them to people they know, spreading false information and so on that it becomes not okay. Hopefully that makes sense.

In these cases I merely focused on the lore. I didn’t insult them or talk shit about them, as a person, as a blog or say their takes were stupid or they are stupid or speculate about their trauma or mental history. I just talked about reasons why I disagreed, or saw things differently and why we might see things differently. They were also not the only ones I saw to say similar things so I think in my mind I was making more of a general discussion, not trying to target them specifically. I didn’t post beyond that about them. But you are right, regardless it was probably not the right way to go about things.

But just to be clear, if I am a hypocrite it is not my intention. I haven’t vague blog anyone or meant to vague reblog anyone. I think this week is pretty much the first time I’ve ever been not naming, passive aggressively talking about blogs, and even then I’m not trying to insult them, trying to cancel them. I’m just expressing that before you go off about how I’m stupid and unable to have a discussion about it, the very least you could’ve done was give me an opportunity to try.

#I’m not going to say I’ve handled everything like I should. I feel like usually I try to tag people and include context and pictures so I’m #not trying to be passive aggressive or talk about people behind their back.#I’m not hiding. I haven’t even used the Tommy neg tag and I feel like I always leave things open and - here is my opinion it is not the onl #one or maybe even the right one or - here are my thoughts at the moment of 1am or here is the lore…#I made my alt name and image very clearly still me. I’m not trying to be sneaky or backhanded or insult You for an opinion or call You dumb #and if I have insulted or hurt someone I’m genuinely sorry and didn’t mean to. Something I try to reiterate #as my tone can come across as aggressive #crumbs #hello there #but see how we can have a discussion of -hey flora maybe you shouldn’t be talking about other people without tagging them or going directly #to them and I can be like - yea you have a good point. your right that’s not being respectful to them.#clarifications #thats what I'm really asking for. the respect to see if I am going to be as bad as you assume. give me the benefit of the doubt #I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know all the internet etiquette or slang. this is my first time participating in a fandom #my first time on tumblr. on ao3. the first time I've gotten actual like interactions on things beside like graduation pics #not to plead ignorance as innocence #but I know I don't know everything & am not claiming to thats why I try to leave safe space for people to come respectfully to me #after feeling aggressive backlash and seeing it happen I have since tried to make sure I try to respect other people's opinions #now that doesnt mean that if you just leave an anon in my inbox Im going to respond to it if I have already talked about it.#- okay you disagree. I stated my opinion you've stated yours and if there is no further point to discuss then I might not respond #though I did make this blog to perhaps respond more to things like that since you did take the time to say it the least I can do it respond #(and I cant just send you a direct message if you go anon <3)#uh... anyways didn't mean to leave an essay here oops... hope im making sense to someone :)

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