If you find a minor in fandom space and they’re writing smut and your reaction is to make a callout post and harass them into deleting their blog, you have bullied a minor. I don’t care about your reasoning, you’ve bullied a minor. And to that, I ask: What good do you think you’re doing?
Edit: I feel like it's been a bit since I made this so I thought I should add a little context:
I made this post after seeing a adult (one who had only been an adult for a year or so) bully a teenager off the platform for writing smut. From what I could see, the teen had never interacted with them before and the adult decided to call them out apropos of nothing and the entire situation was really hostile and toxic. The adult tried to excuse their harassment as "trying to protect" the teen, even though they had started the interaction by making a post with their user name and telling people to bother them. It was fucked up. Like the motivation and the follow through were almost polar opposites; you can say you're trying to protect someone, but if you do that by hurting them, you're not really protecting them. (And at that point, the person they need to be protected from: is YOU.)
Also, as far as I could find - legally - a minor can read and write smut fic, but an adult should never contact them over it (meaning: flirtatious or sexual messages, invitations to talk privately about sexual topics, invitations to meet, etc). That's when it moves into illegality. If you see a minor in the wild (fandom space) and don't talk to them about things like that, or straight up block them and ignore them if they're engaging with smut and it makes you uncomfortable, you'll be okay.
Harassing them (no matter how good you think your intentions are) is not okay.
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I'm living with my parents for the moment, and I'd like to vent real quick about the person I call "The Rancid Neighbor:"
The Rancid Neighbor
This man is building a new fence. Paying for it all himself. Nice, right? Wrong.
It has been over a year, and he tore down part of the fence, and hasn't put it back. He's doing all the work himself sporadically, but refuses to give us dates for the work. I asked, he plainly refuses.
He's rude to women. This has annoyed me the most. He finally decided to tear down the rest of the fence (without finishing what he already tore down) and left a note, asking us to put up a temporary fence while he places it. My mom and I went to the property line to talk to him, and he wouldn't look her in the eyes. I live here. Temporarily. She OWNS the house. And yet he spoke to me, and never her. This has been consistent in every interaction. I also did the math, and it's gonna cost us roughly the same amount to put up the temporary fence as it would for him to buy the missing materials.
I offered to help, even get some friends together to get it done faster. He refused to give me dates, so that's a no go. I can't just corral five friends on a Tuesday afternoon. I can get a few volunteers with a few weeks advance. I just want this done with, and he's anything but helpful.
He's Republican, which isn't patently bad, but he's the type of Republican that's casually homophobic. We've heard him use the word faggot as an insult a few times. I've had to stop myself casually talking about my partner in front of him, because I don't want to deal with him knowing I'm a faggot. He seems to like me better than the rest of my family, and I might as well take as much advantage of that as I can.
He self martyrs constantly. "I work more hours than both of you combined" is a favorite phrase of his. Which is only true because I'm unemployed at the moment, but he doesn't know that. My family and I have been repeating the phrase jokingly to each other, but increasing the number of hours in a childish joke show of one upsmanship. "Um actually, I work 25 hours a day, which is more than you!"
We looked up the property online to check for discrepancies, because "don't worry about the fence, don't look into it, I'll pay for all of it" was fishy. Turns out, there is a discrepancy on his side of the yard, and not other neighbors according to the survey on record vs. satellite images. Could be nothing, but it's worth investigating, we thought, so we told him we're looking at a land surveyor. (There's evidence of discrepancies on other parts of the property too, but when my dad told him, this whole thing came to a head)
It All Comes To A Head
My dad told him we're looking into hiring a land surveyor. He left, and the Rancid Neighbor came back with his wife and confronted me while I was working on my car.
*to be fair, I don't know exactly what my dad said to him. He's got a head injury and sometimes the things he says comes across more confrontational than he means.*
His wife, in tears, said "We don't like being bullied!" Followed by "We don't like confrontation!" While confronting me.
I don't remember exactly what the two of them said, but they began steamrolling me as much as possible. I tried being polite and defusing the situation, but clearly that wouldn't work, so I raised my voice and said "Frankly, you've been rude to my mom, and I'm in the middle of something. I don't know why you're talking to me and not the owners of the house. My mom and dad."
He said "I'd be happy to, but he walked away. I'm sorry if your mom *thinks* I've been rude. I'm a nice guy!" His wife said "We don't like being bullied."
You see, it is rare that actually nice people reiterate just how nice they are. He said this maybe ten times while talking. His speaking was filled with empty apologies. What we were asking for was clear communication, and he offered the same cyclical steamrolling, and a handshake.
Voices were raised, no one was happy, but I knew this would happen. I felt it in my gut. There were only so many conversations I could get stuck in with him without being frank. And unfortunately, for someone who's personality is so entrenched in toxic masculinity as him, being frank is being rude. It was going to be me, my dad, or my mom. One of us would get annoyed enough to say the truth, that his obsession with controlling the situation whilst simultaneously being a very poor communicator makes for rude interactions. But I don't think anything I said really got through. We're back where we started, which isn't saying much, but it's not outright anger.
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hello idk if you still do stuff on this blog but opinions on people shipping the gwars. I’ve seen it happen like once or twice and idk how to feel abt it personally so I’m getting other gwar fans opinions. also ur art is cool as shit :)
ahh my first "blog mail".... who gave you this address?.......... who let you in here?.............
i should find myself lucky my first messenger is here to kiss ass! no, thank you :) it's nice knowing you fleshy strangers like my pictures, even though by now they should be rather dated to my current image creation skills... it would be nice to return to this digital space since i've got quite a bit of control over my free time at the moment, but promises are things i shan't create
to answer the question, i am what is known as a "judgemental cunt".... you won't find much kindness here regarding serious shipping or woobifying of the gwarriors. jokes and jests are one thing, but beat and trodden is the path of people on the interwebs taking every little funny thing way overboard..... too far, even........ there's real noodles in the rubber heads of these folks (chewed or otherwise)! have some decorum, is what i say
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