Honestly, of all the things I’ve been through, bullying has been the worst by far (which actually says a lot about how bad bullying is). And it’s just so messed up that nobody prevents it from happening.
to all the yoi fans that ship something BESIDES viktuuri,
SPECIFICALLY WITH YURI PLISETSKY,
you are not a pedophile. you are not disgusting. you are not ruining the fandom. you are not “only here for the yaoi !!!”.
Ships are ships. You can ship whatever you want. You can EVEN ship things that you may not condone in real life.
I’m getting sick of the elitism that’s developing among members of the yoi fandom. We are blessed to have a healthy, stable, romantic, and canon homosexual pairing in an anime. I do wholeheartedly ship viktuuri.
I also ship otayuri, and that’s terrifying in this fandom.
Many shippers and fans seem to have developed this complex that viktuuri can be the only healthy, allowed, happy pairing in the fandom, and if you stray to another, you’re “only interested in yaoi, you only care about sex, you don’t really support us!!!”. And that’s not only illogical and petty, but very upsetting. I find it to be very similar to bullying.
The character yuri plisetsky is sixteen years old, and otabek altin is eighteen. This is not pedophilia; this age difference is not statutory rape. This age difference is not uncommon in relationships. This does not make Otabek a pedophile or a rapist (it doesn’t take common sense to figure that out).
What I’ve given is only one example, and it IS right to stop and analyze ships for toxicity. Shipping a child, wait - LET ME JUST SAY, pedophilia is an attraction to prepubescent children, 12 and under. Ephebophilia is the attraction to late adolescents, 16-19. There, if you can’t seem to understand, is a huge fucking difference. I am not condoning either; I do, most definitely, condemn pedophilia. Shipping a child with an adult is abhorrent and can never, under any circumstances, be healthy.
Yuri Plisetsky is not a child. Besides Minami, from what I understand of their ages, all characters are capable of consenting to a romantic relationship. So, stop going into the tags of the characters and ships that aren’t involved in the oh holy, oh righteous, oh perfect, harmonious, blessed by our lord Viktuuri and making those who still do what, guess what, pretty much everyone in every fandom does - having fun. Let us enjoy what we damn well please. Thank you.
tl;dr - quit shaming ships in the yoi fandom that aren’t viktuuri, and stop bullying people with other ships.
EDIT: Minami is 17, not 13 as I had thought, so NO CONSENT ISSUES WITH ANYONE!
bullying is abuse. full stop. bullying is abuse, bullies are abusers. if you have been bullied, you have been abused.
bullying is not a lesser form of abuse. it is not normal. it is not beneficial. victims do not need to ‘grow up’ or ‘get over it’. you are not childish or immature for being hurt by it.
bullying can cause mental health problems. bullying can cause trauma. mental health problems and trauma caused by abuse are completely valid. bullying is not a lesser form of abuse and the effects of bullying are not lesser forms of pain.
bullying comes in a lot of different forms. essentially, if you were excluded or humiliated or mocked or physically abused or in any other way treated as inferior by your peers, you were bullied.
bullying is never the victim’s fault. never. the abusers will always find an excuse to hurt you but they don’t need an actual reason.
the effects of bullying can last a lifetime. all this is true if you’re being bullied right now, and all this is true if it’s been a year. five years. fifteen years. abuse can have long-term effects and healing is not a question of maturity.
bullying isn’t discussed nearly enough but seriously, it can be hellish and if you’re going through it or you’ve been through it, i’m with you. keep going.
Rowdy, Labrador Retriever (13 y/o), Canby, OR • “He has vitiligo. I’ve seen other dogs that have it, but never so symmetrical. His belly and toenails turned white too (he used to be all black). He’s the ambassador for the American Vitiligo Research Foundation and has built some relationships with kids with vitiligo who may have been bullied because of it. He’s also gone kind of viral. He was on the front page of Reddit for days. They said he looks like Spider-Man, Deadpool, The Hamburgler, Spawn, Venom, Kiss, an orca whale, reverse panda, fried eggs…some people think we bleached his eyes. There should be a movie about his life. He’s declining a bit, but there were many times he should have died. He’s been shot by a cop, survived a poisoning, has had a tumor removed from his ear and the wrong tooth pulled. He’s got some dementia, senior bladder, and barks for no reason. He still acts like a puppy sometimes, too. And he still smiles.”
Padmé survives Mustafar. She and Obi-Wan strike out on their own with the twins, accumulating a far bigger family of clones, Jedi, and assorted troublemakers. Even in the shadow of the Empire, they manage to forge something new.
Captain Rex and General Kenobi both knew any interest they might have for the other was an impossibility. Then they discover that they are not just an impossibility, but something akin to a fairy tale.
After yet another confrontation with General Grievous, Generals Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker, along with Padawan Ahsoka Tano, Captain Rex, and others from Skywaler’s 501st, find themselves crashed on a far-flung planet. With help two weeks away, our heroes must survive on this strange, abandoned land.
It had been an accident, or so Echo kept saying. They’d been bored, caught up in another endless round of ‘hurry up and wait’ and they’d been tossing around a flashbang in lieu of playing catch with something more dangerous. Like a grenade.
Of course someone had accidentally pulled the pin out and they’d all hurriedly stuffed their buckets on to protect their eyes. And then, because nothing is ever simple or easy. Captain Rex had walked in the room, sans helmet.
The 501st had, in Rex’s salty opinion, screamed like newborn Krayt Dragons and he’d had approximately three seconds to assess the situation before the world had turned impossibly white and he’d gone blind.
Rex waits by the bedside of one of his lovers, waiting (hoping) for him to wake up. Damn the Sith, anyway.
Or - Rex finds proof of the control chips and Palpatine’s treason before Order 66 can be fully carried out, and brings it to Anakin in time. Barely. Unfortunately, he does NOT get there in time to prevent the Order from being sent out to Utapau.
Anakin makes slightly better choices, Obi-Wan is a Mess™ and Padmé deserves none of this. AU from Mustafar onward with liberal manipulation of canon to culminate in some angsty, fluffy, domestic fix-it because we all deserve better.
I’m going to fix everything Lucas broke if it kills me.
As far as Anakin’s concerned, Obi-Wan is the picture of a perfect Jedi. or, Anakin thinks he knows everything about Obi-Wan but doesn’t. Anakin thinks a lot of things, actually, and he’s wrong about most of them. Anakin’s whole world view is turned upside down. Obi-Wan is having the time of his life.
There are rumours of yet another Sith Lord hiding among the Separatists. The Council sends Anakin to investigate. Anakin has a bad feeling about this. or, the story of how Anakin exists in a perpetual state of intense embarrassment, Kenobi is enjoying it a little too much, and everything is, generally speaking, a gigantic mess.
“I shouldn’t,” Obi-Wan said, body going rigid at her side. That wasn’t her intention, but she didn’t take the question back. She didn’t contradict him either. “The senator has only just returned. You two should—”
“He missed you, Obi-Wan,” she said, matching him for vehemence. In this, she would fight him. I’ve missed you, she thought, even though you’ve been here all along. “He would be disappointed if you didn’t put in an appearance.”
Order 66 had thousands of loyal soldiers turning on their commanding officers and shooting them down. A collection of stories about some of these clones and their Jedi, and how death can often be a matter of perspective.
“Maul was my pride, my greatest accomplishment aside from the political games that have wrought me control over the Republic. Why should I take a second apprentice, Obi-Wan Kenobi? Why would you be worth my time?”
Poe makes it out of the First Order’s clutches in one piece, which in and of itself is nothing short of a miracle. Or, well, he says ‘one piece’, but it’s hard to place physical value on mental capacities and anyways, he’s got other things to worry about than dealing with the aftermath of psychic Force-torture.
Such as that cute ex-Stormtrooper who saved Poe’s life, his droid, and most of his jacket.
Unfortunately (fortunately? He’s not really sure) for Poe, Finn knows what Kylo Ren is capable of, and he’s determined to help.
This blog stands against fandom drama and bullying.
I don’t know what the hell’s going on with a few of the fans right now, but I want to be very clear about a few things.
If you are a straight fan, you are welcome here.
If you are a LGBT, etc. fan, you are welcome here.
If you are a fan of Yuri!!! on Ice, you are welcome here.
I don’t care who you are, what your beliefs, what your gender, sexuality, race, or any of the above. I don’t care who you ship, who you don’t ship, or if you think shipping’s the stupidest thing on the whole planet.
You are welcome here.
But if you’re one of those few who’ve been bullying other fans, putting down straight (as this refers to specific posts, but this goes for ANY) fans because of some delusion you’re under or even because someone may disagree with you, you’re going to be blocked and blacklisted. It’s absolutely idiotic that someone would say nasty things about an entire group of people who are just here because they love Yuri!!! on Ice too.
Grow up, shut up (unless you have something decent to say), and let everyone enjoy the series.
I look forward to the day when the lgbt community is embarrassed about their history of the way asexual and aromantic people were treated. When they look back and think “man that was really fucked up what some people in our community did.”
Because they fucking should be embarrassed. There are people of the lgbt community who are reenacting the bigoted oppression they claim to hate and fight against. They don’t like us because we’re different. They’re angry at us because they don’t believe we’re treated badly by the wider community.
They act like people haven’t been bullied, ignored, laughed at, or fucking sexually assaulted because they are asexual.
What’s worse, they’re angry at us because they don’t think we’ve experienced that. I hope one day they realise how many types of fucked up that is.
I’m done. I’m not taking this shit anymore. I’ve tried being polite about it. I’ve tried being reasonable and level-headed. I’m fucking beyond that now. Take a fucking look at yourself, at how you’re treating us, and consider the fact that you just might be an asshole.
someone who greatly admires,
appreciates their “idol.”
Acquaintance: Is someone that you spend time with on occasion, someone you’re getting to know, but you don’t know them that well. An associate/colleague.
Partner/Comrade: Someone who takes part in an undertaking with another or others, especially in a business or company with shared risks and profits. A companion who shares one’s activities or is a fellow member of an organization.
Good Friend: Is a person whom one knows and with whom one has a bond of mutual affection, greatly supports you.
Knows who you are better then yourself, always there for you no matter where you go or what you do.
Best/Close/Buddy/Pal Friend: Is a person whom is very special in your life, always talk to each other every day, hang out buddy, play jokes on each other, etc.
Like-Brother,Like-sister,”Family”: Even though your not blood-related and come from different mothers, it doesn’t matter in your book. That it IS your long lost sibling in your life and knows you like a book.
The bad/fake/“label” Friend: Is like a dreamy friend in your eyes but in reality it is a big fat lie. One whom is an irrational backstabber and makes choices in your life, doesn’t care what your opinions are or who you want to be. THEY. ARE. NOT. YOUR. FRIEND. PERIOD.
Friendship is not a trophy or an award achiever. It takes time, effort, and dedication. There will be fights but it’ll only make your friendship stronger with
honesty, and trust. There will be some that come and go in your life. But what’s the most important thing that we tend to forget, is that we can always make more. There are millions upon millions of people out there either good or bad, we are always learning and experiencing new things about ourself and sharing ideas. And always remember, be yourself.
Stay true, dudes.~
P.S Something to remember by also- If you have a sibling that is like a bully to you, stand up and speak about it, or if you are the bully yourself to your sibling, please stop all together. You do NOT want to end up having your sibling resent you for the rest of your life. Take it from me that resents my big brother from I being a victim. If your having trouble speak to your friends and connect with your family about it if you can.
IF YOU GIVE/RECEIVE A BETTA FISH AS A HOLIDAY GIFT THIS SEASON
If you get yourself of a friend/your kid a betta PLEASE DO NOT KEEP IT IN A BOWL.
Betta fish need HEATED TANKS with LOW OUTPUT FILTERS in them. They are TROPICAL and while they can “survive” in fishbowl settings they will live longer and happier in a proper environment.
As an added note a betta’s tank should be at LEAST 2.5 gallons for large tailed varieties. It’s recommended to have them in at least a 5 gallon tank if you can spare the room. They aren’t “puddle fish” (The average wild betta has a territory spanning 3 cubic feet, and they live in river basins and rice fields).
You also need at least one hide and leafy plants for them to hide in, or they will be stressed. They can cohabit with glass shrimp, snails, and plecos to help keep algae growth down depending on your betta’s temperament (Corvo’s been bullying his pleco but not bad enough to warrant removal) but most other fish aren’t recommended.
A HAPPY MALE BETTA WILL MAKE A BUBBLE NEST. My last male never made one and I’m SURE this is because his tank wasn’t suitable for him. I didn’t know better so I had him in a 1.5 gal tank without a heater.
The average betta lifespan is 3-5 years. If your fish keep dying before that age, and you’ve been keeping them in bowl conditions, now you know why.
Please stop treating Bettas like trash fish or easy pets. They’re so smart and they deserve better.
I was a kid; sixth or seventh grade, and we were having gym class outside. It was cold, so I wore a coat. Nobody else wore a coat.
The teacher walked away for a minute, and that’s when it happened.
There wasn’t any signal, nobody said anything, but they surrounded me, and somebody forced the hood of my coat up over my head and somebody yanked the drawstrings of it tight so that it covered my face and I couldn’t see, and then they all pushed me around, laughing.
I dissociated. I felt like I was floating, all the fear I was feeling somehow distant.
And then the teacher walked back and they stopped. He must have seen, but he didn’t say anything. None of them got in trouble. I never told anyone about it because I thought it had been my fault for letting it happen. I should have fought back, I thought. I should have been strong enough to stop it. It was my fault.
For years afterwards, I never wore a coat.
I’m grown up now, stuck in the same small town where all of those people still live, and you know what they have? Guns. I’ve seen pictures of the permits, up on Facebook. Concealed carry.
I feel guilty, though, for being frightened. Illinois was a pretty solidly Democrat state—although I think a lot of the democrat votes come from Chicago, and I live in a very rural area.
But it’s not as if I’m visibly queer. I have long hair; I look like a cisgender girl. I’m not dating anyone; I’m only out as bisexual and genderqueer to a few people. I’m white. Logically, I’m relatively safe—as safe as anyone who looks like a woman can ever be.
And it’s not as if I see those people anymore, the ones from the mob. I stay in the house, mostly, and don’t see anyone, really, except my family: grandparents, cousins, aunt.
They voted for Trump.
My cousin has a baby shower coming up this Sunday—how am I supposed to go to it? How am I supposed to look these people in the eyes, these people who say they love me but think people like me are less than human?
I bite my tongue, second guess everything I say.
What a gorgeous woman, I say, when an actress comes onto the television screen, and then I wince.
I flinch when people use the wrong pronouns for me.
My mother says she has so much trouble remembering because she has to call me she in front of our family.
Just tell them, she says. What’s the worst that can happen?
My grandfather used to take me for boat rides when I was a kid.
He has a Trump sticker on the bumper of his truck.
They love you, my mother says.
My cousin taught me to ride a bicycle, to tie my shoes.
Voting Trump, she said on Facebook. Who’s with me.
He tells the truth, my thirteen-year-old cousin said.
What truth is that? The truth that people like me should be given electroshock? Or the truth that little girls like you are old enough for grown men to fuck them?
I am so angry.
Our family has lunch together every Sunday. At one of the lunches a couple of months ago, they had a discussion about how ‘homosexuals’ had ‘ruined’ the words gay and queer.
And there I am, in the corner, shaking.
I don’t go to those family lunches very often anymore.
They love you, my mother says, it’s not as if they’re going to disown you.
But I don’t want to be their fucking exception; I don’t want them to have to ‘overlook’ my queerness or ‘forgive’ me for it. Love the sinner, hate the sin—what sin, the sin of my existence?
I am so angry.
You act paranoid, my mother says, you act like you’re afraid for your life.
And maybe she’s right. Maybe I am paranoid. Logically, I know, I’m relatively safe, but I can’t help but feel that the teacher has walked away for the next four years.
I know the rules now, though: don’t wear a coat, if nobody else is wearing one. Smile when they call you she. Don’t glance at pretty girls. Bite your tongue. Present as your assigned gender.
The thing is, I don’t want to have to do that anymore. I want to be visible; I want to feel like I exist. Do you know, I didn’t even realize it was possible to be queer until I was twelve fucking years old? I learned it from a fantasy novel. I thought it was a misprint, at first, the main character and the love interest having the same pronouns. I had no queer role models growing up, because everyone I knew who was queer was closeted.
I am so angry.
I am tired of hiding; I am tired of feeling afraid.
Seriously someone on my Facebook tried handwave the bullying of Barron Trump by saying “it’s a shame the hate of his father’s campaign has brought out the worst in people” and I wanted to drop kick them. No. This is not just a Trump problem. Liberals have been bullying people long before Donald Trump came on the scene. Actually not just liberals. I’ve seen conservatives lash out unwarranted attacks on the children of Democrats too. Bullying children is just plain not OK. Don’t try to turn this around and say “well it’s actually kind of Trump’s fault when you think about it”. He is not making you act like assholes to a 10-year-old.
you aren't even american though, are you? why the hell do you care about this election??
No, I’m not, but wow, if you still think that this election only affects the US, you’re bloody ignorant.
Also, and most importantly, excuse me for feeling for other people. For feeling sad for the people who, for the past 18 months, have been targeted, harassed, bullied, and hated on by this ‘man’ the US has elected president. For being disgusted by the fact that their own country basically showed them the middle finger and told them they don’t matter by making this choice.
This specimen is openly racist, islamophobic, sexist, homophobic and pretty much every other hateful term in the dictionary, and the majority of people SUPPORT him; lots of them for exactly those reasons and views, and they absolutely disgust me. Others because they just didn’t want Hillary; they are to blame, too. I don’t care if you only gave him your vote because you don’t like her (for some reason I will never fully understand) - you supported him. I don’t care if you voted 3rd party - it was obvious and you were told those candidates didn’t stand a chance thus you ultimately gave that vote to him. You contributed to this result and everything that’s gonna happen because of it, including possibly even more hate crimes and discrimination; this ‘President elect’ stirred up hatred with what he’s been saying and presenting to the public for months now. You’re responsible for it and have to live with it…just like we here in Germany will always have to be aware of and live with the fact that we let a similar sorry excuse for a human being come into way too much power over 80 years ago.
I don’t need to be American to be enraged and disappointed and most of all worried. People are scared, and not without reason…I care a whole lot about them and how it might affect them. It’s called empathy.