#life goes on (negative) and life goes on (positive)

[shimmershy]

Buttercups and Golden Flowers

[chuplayswithfire]

Nuance is something that can be soooo hard for online spaces to hold onto. Hell, offline spaces too, for that matter. Today I'm thinking about kink and the concept of kinkshaming, when I think about nuance: that people should be allowed to enjoy and engage with kink, especially in fictional and fandom spaces where even bad kink etiquette can't actually harm anyone should be a given. Personally, as long as someone is tagging correctly and creating with self awareness, anything goes in a fictional space, you do you, your content deserves to exist online. I have personally created a variety of kinky works, both publicly available and not, and would really not have a leg to stand on trying to declare otherwise. In a time where people are cracking down heavily on kink and trying to decry it as deviance that shouldn't exist, being kink positive can be a very important, good thing.

At the same time though, the people have squicks, and when it comes to kink and a good culture towards sex in general, people have to be allowed to have squicks. If anyone's hearing the term for the first time, a squick is essentially a concept that just grosses you right out, you do not want to see it, you do not want to learn more, maybe it even distresses you to see it, but not to the extent that you would consider ot triggering content. A couple of common tend to bodily excrement: piss and shit, alongside guro (extensive bodily mutilation combined with sexual imagery). A squick doesn't have to be extreme, it doesn't have to be unusual, it's just something that grosses an individual out, and they don't want to see it. (And because this is tumblr and it must be said: no, racism is not a squick.)

Sometimes, we lean so heavily into the negative that we refuse to allow positivity. Sometimes, we get so into positivity, that we refuse to acknowledge negatives. People are allowed to talk about their squicks. If people see something that grosses them out, they don't have to shut up about it just because it's someone else's kink. Kinkshaming, the idea that someone would go up to someone else and tell them they're gross for their kink, is something people shouldn't do in general. But expressing disgust and distaste for a kink in general isn't kinkshaming - that's just talking about your squick.

Your Kink Is Not My Kink And That's Okay is about not hating on other people or demanding their works not exist because you hate the kink, not pretending that you find every kink, fetish, or sexual concept totally wonderful and would never react with disgust towards one. This idea in fandom that if you don't like something you should never say anything publicly because what if someone does like that thing, and is upset that you publicly don't like that thing, is ridiculous, and it has been for a while. Negative emotions have a place in fandom, especially in regard to sexual content. You shouldn't harass people who share a kink (especially when their content is tagged this is why everyone should read the tags) - but you also shouldn't go around saying people aren't allowed to use their own online space to process their disgust.

I've been seeing a lot of people lately saying anyone discussing how much they dislike a kink concept is just a kinkshamer, an anti, the purity police, and it's getting beyond ridiculous. We have the right to engage in kink, to write about kink, to make kinky art, create audio for it, and to in general delight in all kinds of kinky works. We also have the responsibility to make sure we're tagging correctly. Others have the right to dislike kink, including our own kinks, and to talk about how much they dislike those kinks. They have the responsibility to make sure they're curating correctly, that they're reading the tags and warnings on a work, and that they work out their negative responses in their own space.

Multiple things can be true: kink is a great way to explore sexuality and desire and a wide range of topics. people deserve to share their interest in kink without harassment or being belittled. one person's joy can be another person's squick. people deserve to share their squick without harassment or being belittled.

[pingo1387]

what i want to know is what kind of cold meds are you guys taking that make you have visual hallucinations

[emometalhead]

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[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[brothersonahotelbed]

christ's postmortem

(inspired by this art by @frankcuntstein)

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Son of God, huh? well, let's see what you're made of.

the first incision, right down the Savior's sternum and blood spills out as freely as always. well, he bleeds like a human. a comforting thought. Doctor spreads the incision wide, show me your heart malice in his voice and he's getting greedy with it, hands groping desperately for the Savior's heart. i bet you're not fucking pretty on the inside till he pries open the curtains of his chest and

the divinity bursts out of him, blood-soaked sunlight searing Doctor's hands. it drips down the chest it is beautiful and terrifying in the way all divine things seem to be. Doctor grits his teeth and swells with pride as his hands close around the Savior's heart still warm. odd. he removes it from the body and now Doctor holds the world in his hands. she glistens with blood but underneath the coat of red there is no doubt that Doctor is cradling the earth herself, the heart. Doctor plays God, which is not uncommon, but he is amazed as he watches the Savior's heart spin on its axis, blue skies and white clouds smeared sanguine.

FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE PLACED IT BEHIND BARS INSIDE THE CHEST OF HIS SON. NEVER TO BE REAPED. NEVER TO BE SHOWN.

in his hands, the globe seems to throb. it did not die with the Savior, for here she spins, alive as ever. she was made to be cradled.

Doctor glances at the Savior's empty chest. beams of warm, clean light are bursting from the cavity and oh. the weight of the world is making his hands ache. that is where it belongs. Doctor lays the heart – the world – back into the chest of Christ and stitches the incision back together. the light has diminished but it seems reluctant to go, as tiny tendrils of light peek out between each suture hoping to escape.

Doctor's gloves are bloody. i have the blood of Christ on my hands. he wants to suck his fingers clean he wants Christ in him inside him he wants his body to know the taste he wants to taste that which grants everlasting life but he is humbled now, having held the world with his own two hands. he is not worthy of the drink and he would rather thirst for eternity than know his lips, unclean, had lapped up the Savior's blood like a desperate dog.

Doctor removes his gloves tosses them in the Hazardous Waste bin wheels the Savior to his mortuary cabinet metallic and cold. a tomb of sorts.

before shutting the door, he gazes down at Christ. a handsome face. a full heart. who could resist falling in love with you?

he shuts the door with a snap.

and inside the chest of Christ, the world carries on.

[attiredpan]

Nog is a girls boy.

Source? Trust Me Bro.

[touyasdoll]

literally we’re all here to talk about pixels we find attractive & some of y’all always wanna start shit or find problems where there are none. this is like. supposed to be fun. I’ve taken a step back for the past week or so and it seems like every time I open this damn app there’s just more weird bullshit going on. stop it. I do not get it. who is getting their rocks off to nonsense. give positivity a chance, please.

[thorns-in-daisy-fields]

Am I grateful for all the changes and growth that I've made while loving people? Yes. Am I still a little sore grieving the lost loves I've acquired in the processes of that? Also yes. Am I terrified of what will result of me if I lose the one that's currently changing me? Absolutely... Where was I going with this

[iii-days-grace]

I feel like at least some part of the fear of getting older comes from the feeling that you'll be dealing with "older people" as the age you are now, rather than as a fellow older people.

it's difficult to imagine making friends as an adult, and you don't want to be buddies with those old farts the same way you are with your peers now, so adulthood seems like it's going to be a pretty desperate and lonely place.

i saw it said somewhere that there's no real starting line for true adulthood, just the ability to say well, I've been through this before, i can do it again.

and i wish that when i was younger i could imagine what a relief it would be to be able to find other people who have been through it too

[gayday]

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[witchwhaat]

my patience is being tested fr

[gobbluthbutagirl]

there is like a high probability that i will wind up getting this lead position at my job because my talk with the store director went really well and the problem with this is that i feel the exact same way about this that i did when i got my GED four years ago. and the way that i feel is the way that talk show host by radiohead sounds. which is empty(and nothing. nothing. nothing. nothing)

[the-dot]

having a thought but dont have words and don't want to open myself to disk horse and i'm too tired to really be coherent. thoughts in tags because i'm a coward. this post was originally about how e*rovision trying to say their event isn't political is idiotic. it kind of got away from me because i've slept maybe 6 hours in the last 2 days

[yana125]

Me @ Fucking Life, just because something sounds interesting in a fic doesn't mean I want to experience it in real life 🙃

[floral-hex]

maybe we don’t tell my therapist tomorrow that I stayed up late getting high and then browsing through old friends on facebook until my self esteem collapsed