Out of sheer boredom and frustration, I’ve compiled a list of dumb things antis say and some facts to contradict them. Though I don’t think antis actually pay attention, they just vomit nonsense and never stick around for a rebuttal, here goes nothing anyway. Because I am tired of seeing good, pure people being harassed and sent death threats by these crazies. So here we go.
Anti-Myth: Otayuri is pedophilia.
Fact: Pedophilia is legally defined as attraction to or sex with a minor under the age of 13.
Anti-Myth: Yurio is still a minor.
Fact: Yurio is now 16, the legal age of consent in Russia. He and whatever partner he chooses, as long as his partner is over the age of 16, is within their legal right.
Anti-Myth: 16 year olds brains are not developed enough to comprehend sex.
Fact: A 16 year old can understand sex. Hell, even a 15 year old can. Teens at 15 or 16 hop into bed with older teens all the time–even I did. It’s actually normal. Plus, 16 is a far more common legal age of consent in the developed world anyway, this is not some perverted law by Russia and Kazakhstan, it’s actually very very normal. Even in Canada, 16 is the legal age of consent. If you’re American, respect your own laws, but we’re talking about A. fiction, and B. another country.
Anti-Myth: Otabek is too old for Yurio.
Fact: Otabek is literally 2.5 years older than Yurio. They’d literally be a junior and senior in high school, which happens all the time. It did with me, it did with countless others, and none of us were being abused. Plus, Otabek is not technically an adult, he’s still a teen himself. Same with JJ, if that is your ship.
Anti-Myth: Shippers are disgusting because they are forcing Yurio into a sexual relationship and don’t respect their friendship.
Fact: Dude, if you want to see them as platonic friends, go ahead, no one is stopping you. Secondly, I’ve never met a shipper who doesn’t enjoy their friendship as being the stable building block of their relationship. For you, the relationship stops there. For us, we go on to see them as starting a romance after they’re ready. It’s all about the friendship, we just add to it.
Anti-Myth: Shippers like to sexualize 15 year olds.
Fact: Well, maybe a few do. I mean, that’s what happens in big fandoms, you get some bad apples, especially if they come from countries themselves where the consenting age is 14 or something. But many, many shippers do not. They usually ‘sexualize’ Yurio when he’s a little older, or like to imagine him a little older when he starts becoming intimate. Plus it’s not just us, the creators and animators of the show have been sexing up Yurio for months now in official art, and with WTTM flashing his nipples and abs–I mean, don’t blame us.
Anti-Myth: Otayuri conditions children to think pedophilia is normal.
Fact: First of all, no it doesn’t. Yet again, pedophilia is any relationship where one is over the consenting age, and the other is under the age of 13. Which is not happening here. It may give them the impression that 16/18 is normal, and yeah it is, especially in many developed countries. If you have a problem with that, take it up with them, not us. This really should not be a hard concept. Also it’s FICTION. Do people jump into bed with their siblings after watching Game Of Thrones? No, because they’re not idiots. Not everything is based on American laws. This is an anime, written by a Japanese woman, made in Japan, and a lot of anime sexualizes young teens. No otaku I know of are hoping into bed with kids because of anime, unless they were already pedophiles. It doesn’t develop with a goddamn cartoon.
Anti-Myth: I’m uncomfortable with this ship because when I was younger I was abused by–
Fact: Okay, stop right there. I will try and explain this the best way I can. Whatever happened to you in your past is tragic and I do sympathize (one of my cousins was abused when she was younger so I know the horrors of dealing with that), but I’m sorry, it has nothing to do with shipping two teenagers. You’re imagining abuse, despite nothing canonically abusive happening. Otabek would never hurt Yurio. He’s no pervert. See, Americans who prey on 15 and 16 year olds do so because they KNOW it’s illegal. That’s why they do it. But if you’re from a country where, once again, the legal age of consent is 16, there is no abusive mindset. It’s normal behavior. There is no perversion or predatory behavior, because it’s not illegal. I do understand you being uncomfortable and it bringing up memories for you, but the reality of the situation is there is no actual abuse, and you really must try and understand that. This is literally like saying I can’t post pics of dogs because you were bit once, and that I’m condoning you being bit or something. It’s not true, nor is it fair to me, I just like dogs. But I do hope you find peace in your life.
All this being said, I will admit I use to be an anti myself. For about ten minutes, until I realized all this stuff and I knew I was being silly. And hey, there is a good chance Otayuri could become canon after everything we’ve seen, so it’s a good idea to be prepared for that by trying to understand these points I’ve made. It’s not too late to see things differently and to be a decent human being.
Just something I’ve noticed about the last sequence...
Ah, the last sequence. Everyone is understandably focused on the parts with Larry because of reasons, but I think the little moments mixed in with the Larry parts are also significant.
Dean waking up after the hex, the hex starting to affect Dean, who is having problems doing the job. A neutral premise to the events that follow, I guess. Of course, you can also google ‘rabbit symbolism’ and find out that Symbolic rabbit meanings deal primarily with abundance, comfort, and vulnerability. Traditionally, rabbits are associated with fertility, sentiment, desire, and procreation. Dean’s disgust about the corpse in the morgue can also be seen as meaningful of his desire of living, of life, of the things associated to rabbits, which are the opposite of death.
So, comfort, vulnerability, desire… Dean seeking emotional comfort and sex with feelings, right? Let’s see what comes after this.
Ha! The waitress slaps him because he didn’t show up when they’d arrange to meet after the bar closed. She was busy doing her job (she says the bar was super busy that night) so she arranged to meet him afterwards (“we were supposed to meet after close-up, but you never showed”), and she learned that he’d left like his pants had taken fire. Nothing has happened between the two of them, because hooking up was what was supposed to happen but Dean left to chase Gideon (incidentally, a Cas parallel*). In fact, when Dean and Sam first start questioning her about the night before, she sounds jealous of Larry, because Larry got the attention she didn’t. By saying that Dean had had the hots for Larry all along, she’s calling him gay and blaming him for not meeting her as he’d promised. Basically: the sex with the lady didn’t happen. When she said they blew off some steam, she was presumably gauging Dean’s reaction, because it makes zero sense for her to have actually interrupted working to get with Dean when she emphasized that she had a lot of work to do and she arranged to meet with Dean after she’d finish working for that reason.
*Dean chases a male witch that is telling his… partners in crime? companions? friends? siblings? (they use the word brother a lot but don’t seem to have definitive ideas of what they are exactly) to run and save themselves. In the promo for the next episode, someone is telling his… partners in crime? companions? friends? siblings? (they use the word brother a lot but don’t seem to have definitive ideas of what they are exactly) to run and save themselves. So if Gideon is a Cas mirror, that opens up interesting scenarios of possible foreshadowing, but I don’t want to use this post for that topic.
I am really, really sorry about this, but in an episode filled with innuendo to the brim, you can’t tell me that isn’t supposed to be… you know… a metaphor. When Sam has him sit down in front of the tv, there is a moment of miscommunication where Dean thinks Sam is going to show him a tv channel that airs porn. So the scene has a certain layer added to it - Dean for a moment wonders if this is the kind of situation of… you know the kind of thing he watches that has two guys and a lady in it, like he said in the bar in 8x23? (Not the first time he doesn’t know who Sam is - remember how when, as Dean Smith, he assumed Sam was hitting on him. But I’m digressing.)
Let’s be real, that is a flower ejaculating on a dog, and we’ve talked to the death about which characters are associated to flowers and dogs so I’ll just leave it here.
(Part of me is screaming ‘do not post this’ because this is the kind of thing that gets you flock of haters calling you delusional and other very ableist insults. Anti-Destiel people, if you’re reading this, please let me have my harmless fun in my tiny corner of the internet. My friends and I here are using a piece of entertainment to get entertained and have fun and play with it together. Don’t harass people for something like this.)
The next moment is Dean’s exhilaration at the idea that their best friend is an angel. This is Dean smiling bright at the idea of Cas. We don’t know how much of Cas he remembers at this moment, but it makes Dean happy.
What’s honorable about a miniature bar in a motel room? Everything.
The last moment is different than the previous ones - in fact I think this last moment is meant to suggest that Dean remembers the events that have occurred between the hex and the end of the spell (the entire last sequence is about Dean remembering, since he can now remember Larry, that stands for everything that happened before the hex), ergo including his conversations with Rowena (it would also explain why he feels comfortable around her after she lifts the spell and they play the joke on Sam together and laugh together - he remembers her being emotionally open with him).
So all of this happens inside the sequence of Dean riding Larry. Do whatever you want with this. You can feel free to continue believing that the show isn’t setting up for a sexual relationship between Dean and Cas, I’m not here to force people to believe one thing or another.
But the episode is about Dean ditching a pretty girl to chase a guy who is framed as a Cas parallel, in addition to Dean being proud of his riding skills and generally being unapologetic about loving unmanly things.
I was talking with @parodiesofuktabloids about the allegedly unnamed band and thinking about that recent post about the Sony guy being SO PROUD of how they manipulate fans for marketing purposes. And how that post ended up with the very true statement that we play into their hands more often than not.
But while Sony thinks they understand us (and they do get that the more we think our boys are the underdogs, the harder we go in support of them), what they do not get is that because we perceive Sony/Syco as treating them like dogs for years on end (and rightfully so), we will not blindly support any other act that they try to push on us.
The unnamed band, James Arthur, Cheryl, and even Little Mix only got widespread fandom support after Zayn and Perrie split because they overplayed that hand so hard that no one could stomach it. The only real exception is Steve because he’s a wonderful guy that honestly loves Louis and was complimentary of the band long before he met them.
So while yeah, we do play into their hands with our overly enthusiastic support of 1D based on our perception of their situation, they ended up playing themselves. Because if we thought they were a good team, we’d be a fantastic marketing base for other artists, but as it stands, we’re actively hostile to anyone they try to foist on us.
We can be manipulated, but we’re aware of it, and we only will play along so far. Then we start fighting back.
❝ i play to win. ❞ ❝ this is my curse. ❞ ❝ wait for me! ❞
❝ your mother would’ve been proud of you. ❞
❝ let us hope for a different outcome. ❞
❝ sorry it’s such a mess in here. i-i wasn’t expecting company. ❞
❝ this is going to make you feel better. ❞
❝ the true enemy of humanity is disorder. ❞ ❝ a steady blade balances the soul. ❞ ❝ this is just like old times. ❞ ❝ even here i feel an outcast. ❞
❝ think you can do my job, do you… ❞
❝ all eyes on me! ❞
❝ ooh, this is my jam. ❞
❝ got your aim from your mom, i see. ❞
❝ i’ll feast on your soul. ❞ ❝ cheers, love! the cavalry’s here! ❞ ❝ our paths cross for now. as to the future, we shall see. ❞ ❝ we could’ve built an empire together. ❞ ❝ ah. just setting foot here sets my soul at ease. ❞ ❝ this time, stay down. ❞
❝ can i get your autograph? ❞
❝ why are you so angry? ❞
❝ ever get that feeling of déjà vu? ❞ ❝ i am a different man now. i am whole. ❞ ❝ over my dead body. ❞
❝ i’m on top of the world! ❞
❝ i’m patched up. ❞
❝ kids today with techno music. you should enjoy the classics, like hasselhoff. ❞
❝ what’s wrong? don’t you recognize me? ❞ ❝ aren’t you warm wearing all that? ❞
❝ can’t stop, won’t stop. ❞
❝ i’ll race ya! ❞
❝ mock death at your own peril. ❞ ❝ this time, i will finish the job. ❞
❝ death is an illusion. ❞
❝ look at this team! we’re gonna do great. ❞
❝ i am beyond redemption. ❞
❝ it looks like we will be working together. ❞ ❝ you’ve rescued me again. ❞
❝ i will not be defeated so easily. ❞
❝ treasure? s-sure, i don’t know anything you’re talking about. ❞
❝ so this is what has become of you? a pity.❞
❝ you’re so amazing! you inspire me. ❞ ❝ i miss him greatly. ❞ ❝ there is nowhere to hide. ❞ ❝ whatcha’ lookin’ at? ❞
❝ woo, nothing’s gonna stop me. ❞
❝ that was your dream, not mine. ❞ ❝ what you call freedom is an illusion that causes more harm than good. ❞ ❝ hehe, there’s something on your dress.. ❞
❝ you have been judged! ❞
❝ i have the upper hand this time. ❞
❝ traitor! ❞
❝ you will never amount to anything! ❞
❝ i’ve got my eye on you. ❞
❝ lot of memories of this place. they weren’t all bad. ❞
❝ the heart of a man still beats inside of me. ❞
❝ stay out of trouble. ❞
❝ step into my parlor said the spider to the fly. ❞
❝ one shot, one kill. ❞
❝ don’t think i’m happy about that. ❞
❝ now this place? makes me wanna be an atheist. ❞
❝ our world is worth fighting for. ❞
❝ you haven’t aged a day. what’s your secret? ❞
❝ ooooh, shiny! ❞
❝ oh, did that sting? ❞
❝ heroes never die. ❞
❝ where does it hurt? ❞
❝ you’re just a no-good bully. ❞
❝ i’m a one-man apocalypse. ❞
❝ you should look somewhere else. ❞
❝ you said you would arm wrestle me. nervous? ❞
❝ i learned that from my brother. ❞
❝ i hope nobody saw that. ❞
❝ on a scale of one to ten, how is your pain? ❞
❝ i’m not a miracle worker. well… not always. ❞
❝ this was once my home. no longer. ❞
❝ sorry! sorry, i’m sorry. sorry. ❞
❝ i remember being here. it was good for my tan. ❞
❝ wish i’d practice my japanese more, konichiwa! ❞
❝ you need a time out. ❞
❝ you might not want to tell your friends about that. ❞
❝ guess we know who’s really on top, don’t we? ❞
❝ with every death, comes honor. with honor, redemption. ❞
❝ a punishment for your crimes. ❞
❝ i will be on my best behaviour. ❞
❝ you think there’s something worth stealing in that temple? ❞
❝ people should be free. ❞
❝ you were never my equal. ❞
❝ death walks among you. ❞ ❝ last i checked, i didn’t ask for your opinion. ❞ ❝ you can’t be serious. ❞ ❝ they’re back. ❞ ❝ armor? how positively primitive. ❞ ❝ now this is my kinda city, everyone’s free to live as they choose. ❞
❝ you need a time out. ❞ ❝ die! die! die! ❞ ❝ to think i would have to work with a street ruffian. ❞ ❝ death comes. ❞ ❝ one of these days someone is gonna to put an end to you. ❞
❝ that which doesn’t kill you…makes you stronger.. ❞
❝ well. you sure take to this bad guy thing easily, don’t ya? ❞
❝ aren’t you supposed to be dead? ❞
❝ i’ll tell you my secret if you give me your coat. ❞
❝ sleep. ❞
❝ never liked you much. ❞
❝ never leave a teammate behind. ❞
❝ together we are strong. ❞
❝ you won’t get rid of me that easily. ❞
❝ i don’t even think children are afraid of you. ❞
❝ i taught you everything you know. ❞
❝ it’s hard to just sit around knowing there’s someone out there that needs to be blown up. ❞
❝ i’ll put an end to your sad story. ❞
❝ you havin’ trouble keeping up? ❞
❝ i have destroyed more of your kind than i can count. ❞
❝ it’s a perfect day for some mayhem. ❞
❝ we’re all soldiers now. ❞
❝ give me your best shot. ❞
❝ you knew exactly what were you doing. ❞ ❝ knock me down, and i’ll keep getting back up. ❞ ❝ you always did have a high opinion of yourself. ❞
❝ i’m not a young man anymore. ❞
❝ still trying to play hero? ❞
❝ i sometimes wonder if your height is why you’re always in such a bad mood. ❞
❝ this is no place for children. ❞
❝ the world could always use more heroes. ❞
❝ looked in a mirror lately? ❞
❝ Me one, bad guys zero. ❞
❝ i’m gonna have to shoot you down. ❞
❝ this old dog has learned a few tricks. ❞ ❝ another one off the list. ❞
❝ i love your glasses, so cute! ❞
❝ if at first you don’t succeed…blow it up again! ❞
❝ that’s for my family back home! ❞
❝ i’ve got you in my sights. ❞
❝ i’m the one who does his job. i’m thinking… you’re the other one. ❞
❝ you weren’t given those guns to toss them away like trash. ❞
❝ i will protect the innocent. ❞
I guess feeling friends fade away from your life hurts. It hurts because you don’t connect with people often but with them it just clicked. It hurts because you could feel the distance growing. They stopped texting you as often. You felt you were annoying them. You watched them post on social media with their new friends, and felt a pocket of envy in your stomach. It is so much harder to let go of someone when you are a quiet person like myself, when you know that friendships do not come often or easily. They do not sprout like flowers. They are rare occurrences, like twins, the Grand Canyon, or dogs with two different coloured eyes. So I am sorry, my friend, that my friendship did not satisfy you, and I’m sorry my friendship to you wasn’t as rare an occurrence as yours was to me. I’m sorry you got bored of me, I’m sorry we grew apart.
you should make a "pets for the zodiac signs" post!! please make libra rats or dogs because they need social interaction and are nervous
dogs are really sagittarius to me, like… big dogs because sagittarians need to be on their feet so something they can run around with and burn lots of energy, and sagittarius has that general unconditional love and that free, active lifestyle. same with aries
scorpios and cats. well cats know they are goddesses and therefore may be a bit more content in the presence of an underworld god like scorpio. idk. scorpios just have that sleuth cat thing. mysterious. private. so do leos. leo is the big cat in the jungle. one they can worship is worshipping an element of themselves.
virgos… anything that doesnt make a mess? is easily manageable? lol. thats probably not true. virgo rules the 6th house and the 6th house rules domestic, small animals and pets. they like giving care to something fragile or incapable. but not birds, i know too many virgos terrified of birds, and bugs, crawly things. something tender.
cancers respond well to cuddly and protective pets. like a dog that will always come back for cuddles and stay in their bedroom guarding them. even a little one will do, cancers like to feel safe. aquarius…. aquariams… because they are so fascinating, and you can do all lights and wacky decorations in there, and the colours and intrigue of sea life for aquarius can be enlightening, aquarius is the sign of dolphins, but a pet dolphin would be difficult to have
gemini needs a parrot. the reason is obvious. somebody they can yak to all day and all night, and someone that will yak back to them. what more do they need. capricorn is the unicorn, capricorn and a pony, or a horse, the feeling of the wind as they gallop through the wind toward mountains. and horses are probably so hard to look after capricorns have the responsibility factor lol.
libra… peach faces, or parakeets, or little birds that will swing to them, little birds that sit on their hands in balance, making music and chirpy sounds, rainbow colours, blue, pink, and beautiful. i have visions of taurus with a deer. i dont think you can have deer as pets. but they have that hallow, misty, eerie beauty, in fog in the dawn, now thats taurus.
pisces out of all respond to pets the most, doesn’t matter what one, dog, that unconditional comfort, that hug that can come whenever and forever, the companion that never judges, has a listening ear, represents something higher and peaceful because it is non verbal.
@consult Jess, I live in Australia too and am looking into getting an assistance dog for autism. My question is, did you train your dog yourself, or obtain them through an assistance dog organisation? And was it difficult to qualify for a dog for psychiatric reasons as an adult? And how much did they cost?
I owner trained my assistance dog - which means I did it myself. I did consult 2 trainers, one of which is my sister who happens to be a trainer and she assisted in the process.
The first thing I would recommend you do is join the facebook groups Aussie SD/AD and Australian Assistance/Service Dog Handlers Support Group. There you will be able to get feedback and responses from a variety of people in the Aussie AD community, with experience with a whole range of issues. Their is a screening process for these groups to ensure the safety of members so you will be sent a message with some questions. Existing members are also usually asked to vouch for new members as being legit (because as you may know fake service dog teams is a big issue in our community) so if you wish to join you can PM me your fb name at chronicallyspoonless.tumblr.com or if you want to have a more ongoing conversation about this you can contact me there.
I would also recommend you start following some service/assistance dog teams on social media- a lot of us have fb pages. This will give you more insight into what life with a AD is like. Many of the members of the groups I mentioned above have pages. I will give you some links to good ones down the bottom
Marvelous Mutts Dog Services also posts some really good information and is run by the person who runs one of the AD groups and is a big advocate in the OT community. The infographic of costs comes from her.
In terms of qualifying as an owner trained team - basically you just need to be disabled by your illness. In Australia Assistance Dogs (AD’s) are covered under the Disability Discrimination Act 1992 (commonly referred to as the DDA). This covers both owner trained and program dogs. Your state will also have its own laws about assistance animals.
Section 9 of the DDA states that:
(2) For the purposes of this Act, an assistance animal is a dog or other animal:
(a) accredited under a law of a State or Territory that provides for the accreditation of animals trained to assist a persons with a disability to alleviate the effect of the disability; or
(b) accredited by an animal training organisation prescribed by the regulations for the purposes of this paragraph; or
( c) trained:
(i) to assist a person with a disability to alleviate the effect of the disability; and
(ii) to meet standards of hygiene and behaviour that are appropriate for an animal in a public place.
Section 9c is the part that allows for owner trained assistance animals. To decode the legal stuff: basically this means that to be a real assistance dog protected by the DDA there are 3 main components:
The handler must have a disability
The dog must be trained in tasks specific to needs arising from that individual’s disability. The dog must be able to behave appropriately in public, be toilet trained, non-aggressive, clean and healthy.
So in terms of your question about qualifying - from an OT perspective - its not hard if you have a disability all you need is a doctor who knows you well to agree that you are disabled by your illness and that an assistance dog would assist you in dealing with your disability, and the doctor has to be willing to sign their name to it basically.
In terms of qualifying for a dog from a program - that is almost certainly more difficult but as I have not had a program dog (yet - i am currently looking into it as an option for my next dog), I would say your best source of information is to check those FB groups I mentioned and ask there - there are many people with program dogs in there, including people with program dogs for autism.
I’d also like to mention there is a middle ground category - there are some organisations (orgs) that allow you to train a suitable dog (may be your own dog, you may purchase a dog, they may assist you in finding a suitable dog) and have the dog tested and qualified by the org to say yes this dog meets legal standards. The org will provide you with legal support and will help when there are access issues. MindDog is one of the best know orgs that does this for people with mental health conditions and although autism is a neurodevelopmental disorder it is covered by the DSM and still covered by MindDog.
In my opinion, assistance dogs are fantastic tools and I owe my life to one, but fair warning that it is not an easy solution or a cure all. They take a lot of work and its not something you can do on a whim - Im not saying you are like that - I tell everyone this because these are living creatures not a piece of technology or a medication that you can just trial and throw away if it doesnt work.
LINKS (to access the youtube links, hover over the names):
Tatyana Schneider - Multiple severe illness but not autistic - owner trained dogs. Follow her on facebook on that name or on youtube (particularly watch her older videos when she was less sick and able to post more)
Service Dog Colt - Janaye has a TBI and Colt is an amazing example of an OT service dog.
IG: Service Dog Colt
Paws and Love are another fantastic OT team - NJ also post training videos of tasks like DPT that you may find useful (if you would like a tasks post send in another asks and I’ll make a separate post as this is quite long already).
The Frey Life - Mary has a service dog for cystic fibrosis however he is not the focus of their vlog, however they do have some videos specifically about service dog stuff. IG: The Frey Life
And finally - us - I don’t post public access so much any more and this is mixed as my personal and AD account but you are welcome to check it out - I do have task posts you just need to scroll through if you want.
Tumblr, IG: adventures_with_bindi
So larries have been tagging Daisy as a “dog” in photos for a while because she likes Eleanor/Elounor photos on Instagram and they’ve been calling her Eleanor’s lapdog.
Daisy is 13 and lost her mother less than 5 months ago. She’s Louis’s sister. These people claim to “love” Louis are doing this to a grieving minor.
They’re not posting the photo showing the tags or explaining the situation but just making it out like Daisy’s upset about Larry fanart. She’s not. She’s upset about you BULLYING her and referring to her as a dog for days now.
There’s a travel-themed Instagram account suddenly gets a lot of people’s attention. It’s like most of the travel-themed account where the owners travel to a lot of countries and share beautiful photos on their trip.
It could be the good look of the blogger or the aesthetic photos he takes that people start paying attention to the blog. Some fans even dig deep enough to know the photographer’s name is Iwaizumi Hajime.
Iwa updates very often, snips of his trip on Instagram four or five or tentimes a day. There are scenery, foods, merchandise in a shop, people on the street or just everything (including himself.)
Iwa gets quite a few (well, many) followers in a short time and is dubbed “your vagabond lover” among his fans because Iwa tends to leave messages such as “Did you see this dog? I’d love to cuddle you but I need to hug it first.” on a dog picture or “What do you think? You’d fall in love with this instead of me really.” on a scenery photo like he’s talking to a lover. He also ends everyday with a picture of himself, may it be a selfie or a candid photo taken by a friend he befriends on the trip, saying good night or good day.
There’s a follower who always leaves long message below Iwa’s post. It’s usually a short story that matches the picture or their thoughts or what they feel about the photo. Their words work so well with Iwa’s photo that more people follow Iwa’s Instagram account for both their sakes.
One day, without any notification, Iwa suddenly disappears for a long time without posting anything. Then after a few days he resurfaces with a dim selfie of himself in a hospital room, smiling so bright to lit the dark room.
There’s someone in the bed besides him, sleeping peacefully and unaware of the camera. The caption says “I can’t wait to see the world with you.”
The blog remains silent after that.
Followers are confused until a couple days later, the writer-follower appears and writes a story about a boy and his lover, where the boy is diagnosed of serious illness and needs to take a risky surgery. The boy has a dream to see the world and is afraid he could never be able to after he learns about the surgery. His lover believes the boy can make it through no matter what but doesn’t want the boy to have any regret before taking the surgery so the lover suggests to go see the world for the boy instead. He travels to the places the boy wants to see, taking picture of the scenery and himself for the boy staying in the hospital room. The lover gets back before the surgery and sits through the whole time outside the operating room. And to the lover’s greatest joy, the boy makes it!
Two months later, the blog becomes active again, starting with a selfie of Iwa and another handsome man, holding their hands to the camera, big smiles on their faces, in an airport. The caption says “We are ready to go. Are you ready?”
A/N: Looks like I’m going to be posting more than I thought I was going to. Kind of wish I was in florida with the hubby for the next couple days but instead I’m home with the dogs writing all the smut. Also, don’t ask me where this gif is from because I have no idea, I got it off of GIFY.
You were a little tipsy, not enough to cloud your judgement but just enough to make you brave enough to do this. So you slunk down the hall until you landed on the all too familiar door. You knocked quietly so as not to wake anyone else in the compound up. The very sleepy redhead answered her door, rubbing her eyes.
seeing young teenagers embracing 2007 internet culture/aesthetic/speak in the kidcore/rainbowcore/kiddycore communities is such a beautiful thing. i think its beautiful because ive been around since 2007, and those years were golden for kids having fun and being themselves. the growth of the internet in the last ten years has provided lots of things, some of it being positive, but a lot unfortunately has become a cesspool of hatred.
between teenagers and adults alike on social media, nowadays kids are introduced to this hatred and darkness of the world early on with such easy access to it and it drives them into unhealthy behaviors and mindsets, such as suicide baiting/callout culture (NOT referring to calling out people who actually do very bad harmful things- such as pedophiles, suicide baiters, racist/neo-nazis/etc- making people aware of when they do bad things is good- but i mean the sorts who send hate and suicide bait to innocent 13 year olds over saying something wrong once and stalk them down repeatedly and bully them into suicide and self-harm etc.)
this is what kids are exposed to nowadays, and in these safe communities, people are embracing what redditors/4channers make fun of and call “cringey” and being themselves because it makes them happy. not only this, but kids in these communities moderate themselves and keep out NSFW/kink bloggers that sexualize children and create boundaries to keep their internet exposure safe, because theyre mature enough to do so. these kids embrace this time because its nostalgic and comforting, and has no super bad associations other than those who called it cringey and edgy all these years. the only bad people in these spaces are those who try to invade them.
let people use scene/l33t speak, use XD unironically, and make bright eyebleeding dog OCs. let them love nightcore. just let them enjoy this while they still can, for the love of god. and if they dont grow out of it (like i didnt) leave them be. a majority of these kids are lgbt, autistic, and trauma victims just trying to cope, and then there are just other kids who do it because it makes them happy. they arent harming anyone. if you bully them, you are.
Feel free to tag me in your stuf (it’s actually encouraged), it
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You can tag me in any fic (Reader insert, it needs to be reader insert!!!!), just don’t tag
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steven universe & how to fluctuate character heights appropriately
i was watching a show last night and it got me realizing that there was a correct way to change character heights for various reasons in television shows or just in animation in general.
ive never seen a post going in depth about this so i decided to make one of my own.
just a warning, VERY long post ahead (i like to avoid using read mores so the post is still readable if anything happens in the future)
a big problem with steven universe is their Heights. they’re inconsistent with them. one moment lapis is only a head taller than steven, and the next he’s shorter than peridot without her limb enhancers.
(left is from “mirror gem”, right is from “same old world”)
the Reason why this is a problem? it’s unprofessional and unintentional. it’s unprofessional in that character heights are a BASIC thing in animation.
anyone having inconsistent heights and not even having height sheets (or going off character sheets in general) will be criticized.
its unintentional because there’s no reason behind the height changes. they dont hold a narrative purpose, nor do they serve as emphasis for a scene. it’s blatant and bad and it shows that the crew /probably/ doesnt care too much
earlier i mentioned i was watching a certain show which got me thinking about this. that show in particular is another cartoon network show called chowder which handles having inconsistent character heights correctly. this is done with a character called endive.
(left is from “at your service”, right is from “chowder’s girlfriend”)
she’s normally about a head taller than one of the main characters, mung daal (the blue guy). she serves as the main antagonist of the show alongside her apprentice panini and has a very uptight and snobbish attitude.
in the show, she often grows in size to fit the mood of scenes and to add emphasis to them.
a few examples that come to mind are in the episode “at your service” when endive grows to a Mountainous size in order to add emphasis and tension to a scene
and in the episode “the apprentice games” where she, once again, grows in size for emphasis for a scene and for a joke
(left is from “at your service”, right is from “the apprentice games”)
i’ll state one more time since this is a Very important point. endive’s height changes are based around the emphasis of a scene. these height changes are 100% deliberate and are used to give a scene more emphasis and/or tension.
this point might be brushed off by some people since chowder is a comedy show, but i do know another show that’s serious and story driven like steven universe that ALSO does deliberate height changes
its an anime known as kill la kill. in it, there are many many instances of characters growing in size in order to give emphasis to a scene (or conversely shrinking).
ira gamagoori is of the typical human size, just very large. however, he’s a very intimidating a powerful character and, like endive, will grow at certain times throughout the show in order to give emphasis to a scene
(all three images from “if only i had thorns like a thistle”)
just during the opening scene from the Very First Episode, we see, in his first appearance, gamagoori literally steals the entire scene from pure size alone.
once again, this was a deliberate exaggeration of size in order to put accentuation a scene.
in short, jake the dog from a very similar show, adventure time, can often be considered a character that will change heights without reason like how characters do in su and is used to criticize adventure time for that reason.
why that point is moot is because he actually remains consistent in height relative to his surrounding environment and he actually has a character sheet
in the examples of how to properly fluctuate character heights, not only did i compare it to a comedy show, but i also compared it to TWO story-driven or all-around serious shows
there are ways to change character heights correctly and steven universe doesn’t follow any of these ways. the character height changes in the show are completely unintentional and serve no purpose whatsoever other than being a mark of laziness on the crew’s part
and, like i said at the beginning of this post, character heights are a BASIC THING in animation. theyre not something you can just throw out the window
if steven universe can’t keep height charts, the very least they could do is to try to keep characters’ heights consistent RELATIVE TO EACH OTHER
i can’t think of anything else to add so i’ll leave it at that
Summary: Before moving out of the home you once shared with your fame hungry ex-boyfriend, you sit down to write him a letter, explaining to him why you left and where to find you if he ever comes to look for you.
Word Count: 2,352
Author’s Note: This idea hit me in the middle of the night while listening to Harry Styles’ new album, specifically the last song entitled “From the Dining Table.” I highly recommend you listen to the song while reading this imagine for the full effect. I also apologize in advance if I make anyone feel things; writing this had me feeling all the things. I might turn this into a mini-series if it gets enough love, so please enjoy! Requests are open!
“I honestly never thought this day
would come, Mom.” You grab the last of the pictures of you and your
ex-boyfriend sitting on the dresser and throw them into a cardboard box in the
entrance of the bedroom. “I’m moving out of the house I shared with the person
I thought I was going to marry, and he doesn’t even know I’m leaving. Do you
hear how twisted that sounds?”
Your mom places the rest of your
t-shirts into the open suitcase on the floor. “Honey, you can’t predict the
future. You didn’t know he was going to turn out to be this way.”
“We’ve been friends since we were
in diapers, Mom. Nothing about him or the way he was raised would have
indicated that this would have happened. He used to just be a goofy kid with a camera… What happened?”
She stands up to zip the suitcase. “I don’t know, but you’ve been turning that over in your head for God knows how long now. Haven’t
you tortured yourself enough?”
“Hasn’t he tortured me enough?”
The both of you sigh and your
stomach begins to twist. You pick up the cardboard box and a couple of tote
bags laying around, following your mom as she drags the suitcase out into the dining
room, the wheels echoing through the nearly empty house as they click on the
“Y/N, fame changes people. I just
hope for his own good that one day he realizes what he truly lost… Okay, do we
You shift from one foot to the
other, trying to subdue the pain in your abdomen that’s only growing. “Yeah, I
think so. My clothes are all packed, the electricity will be shut off by the
city tonight, my pictures are all put away, and we loaded all the furniture
into the truck yesterday.”
“All, except the table,” she notes.
“Yeah, that’s not mine. I’m leaving
it for…” you trail off as you glance at the surface, remembering the notebook
and pens you packed in one of your totes.
“Hey Mom, why don’t you take the
rest of this stuff? I’ll be outside in a second, I just have something I want
to do, first.”
“Okay, but don’t take too long. I
want to ride the daylight out as much as possible. You know I have a hard time
driving at night.”
“I won’t, I promise.”
Your mom takes the box from you
before pushing it and the suitcase out the door. She shuts it behind her while
you pull your stationary out from one of the bags, setting it on the table. You
take off the cap of your pen, breathing deeply before pressing it to the paper:
don’t want to be angry with you anymore, Ethan, but I am. I’m so god damn
want to live my life and not think about you or hear your laugh everywhere I
go. I want to look in the mirror and see my face again instead of yours. I
regret cutting all my hair off just so I could look like you. I wish I had the
power to delete our song off of my phone. I wish I wasn’t slumped over the
dining room table, crying while I was writing this.
so selfish that it makes me sick. The very first night I met you, I didn’t know I’d grow up to consider you my best friend. I never
expected to become this attached to you. But, fast forward to the day you left
me: when you walked out the door, you took the oxygen from my lungs.
just a set of bones and a beating heart. How did you mess me up so bad?
was such a fool to think you’d adhere to your resolution to live as normal of a
life as possible. You used to know that life has so much more to offer than posting
moody pictures on Instagram and hoping it gets over 500,000 likes or ignoring
the people who built you up because it makes you feel powerful. What you’ve
become absolutely disgusts me, and the worst part of it all is that you don’t
even know what the time apart has done to me. I never got to celebrate your
birthday with you, something that was a dream of ours to do together. I
couldn’t give you Christmas presents this year. I couldn’t sit with you and
your family while they grilled hot dogs in your back yard on the Fourth of
July. I couldn’t do any of this because you only think of yourself anymore. It’s
like you’ve completely forgotten about me.
before your departure, you told me you’d come back for me. You said you would
text and call whenever you could until we would see each other again in person.
I got your first text soon after, and for a while it felt like we were never
apart; it felt like the oxygen in my lungs was restored. You’d call me after
every show and every promotional event, so excited and in awe that you couldn’t
wait to tell me about everything that happened. As time went on though, with
the more people you met and the higher you climbed up the ladder, the texts
became fewer and farther in between. My phone rang less often until it stopped
ringing all together. You didn’t text me anymore. I had to learn about
everything you were doing through friends and social media. I can’t count the
number of voicemails I left you, afraid that I smothered you and apologizing
for being the reason you pushed me away. I know now that it had absolutely
nothing to do with me, but I can’t help but hope that one day you’ll call me
and tell me that you’re sorry, too. It never happens, though. You never do.
friends tell me that this is normal, that getting through the separation anxiety
is the worst part. But, let me ask you this: Was it normal for me to curl up in
the fetal position in the middle of the hallway after you walked out of the
door? Was it normal for me not to sleep a wink after you were gone? I would
scream into the dark of night, begging for you to come back. I would pray for
you, and you know how I feel about religion. Praying was something you did
before every meal and every night before bedtime. I would watch you clasp your
hands together and close your eyes while your lips gracefully moved to form
silent requests of peace, grace, and mercy. Do you remember when you asked me
about religion? I pressed my lips into a hard line, squeezing my hands together
so tightly that I lost feeling within seconds. I did it though, I got down on
my knees by my bedside hoping that you would be able to hear me through
whatever kind of higher power you believed in. It turns out I was wrong.
me tell you that if God does exist, He’s a vulture. He’s completely unfair. The
kind of lives He had in store for both of us was cruel and downright
disgusting; He chose me for endless suffering and He chose you to poison the
lives of everyone you meet. So much for being a good guy, huh?
worst part of all of this is the fact that despite my anger and resentment
towards your addiction to fame and how you chose it over me, you’ve taught me
more than I could have ever imagined. It makes me sad, but one of those lessons
is the fact that once people are broken in certain ways, they can’t be fixed.
This is something that no one ever tells you when you’re young; it never
fails to surprise me when I look around and see people close to me breaking one
by one. I should probably get it in my head. I saw it happen to you and then I
felt it happen to me. I did almost everything to try and heal the resulting
pain, including hurting myself in ungodly disturbing ways. I didn’t, however
sleep with strangers and then leave them in the cold like the tabloids said you did.
see, even if I did such an ugly, terrible thing, those people would never fill
this hole. I’m always going to want you. I’m always going to choose you.
hate myself for that. I hate that I can be so angry and so vicious toward what you’ve become, but at the end of the night I lay in bed knowing I’m always going to
be waiting for you. I can lie to myself all I want about it and yet I still
find myself walking around every day thinking about how different circumstances
would be if you were by my side at any particular moment. I tell myself to
avoid everything that reminds me of you; instead I expose myself to those
things even more because I don’t know how to live without the hole in my chest
anymore. I can easily say I’ve failed at attempting to get over you and I don’t
want to make any more attempts. The only way I can carry you with me now is by
carrying the pain of you not being with me. The pain has been there for two
years, five months, three weeks, and two days. This is the only way I know how
to live now.
above all else, the one thing I desperately need you to know is that even
before my anger, pity, and resentment, if you ever end up calling me again,
even if it’s at 4 AM and you’re too sad to say a word, I won’t yell at you
about how much of my life you’ve consumed. Rather, I will intently listen to
your silence until you’re able to fall asleep again. If you need to cry, I
won’t wipe away your tears because we’re only human and sometimes tears are the
closest we can get to laughter and that’s okay. If you need to yell so
ferociously that your voice gives out and your knees fail you, I’ll be there to
hold you up and I’ll yell with you to make you feel less alone. If you get so
angry that you punch your hands raw, I will ice your knuckles and gently remind
you that wounds do eventually heal, both inside and out, just like the way
harsh winters give way to warm springs. I will be your warm spring again, and I
will do all of this because I love you unconditionally, even when you spite me
and drive me insane. Sometimes I think I’d be better off dead than putting up
with everything that comes with you, and I hate the fact that I don’t hate you.
I just love you. My love is over, underneath, inside, and in between all the
struggles that we have faced.
I’m begging you, Ethan. If you ever decide to come look for me, I’ve left
California; I can’t live in a place that feels so artificial anymore. I’m going
back to the beginning, the place where you and I planted our roots, where we ran
around in the sprinklers in the summer and made snow angels in the winter,
where we tossed our high school graduation caps in the air and took weekend
trips driving into the city. I’m going back to the place where I can find
myself again. If you ever decide to come look for me, I’ll be waiting for you
Wiping the tears from your
eyes, you fold the piece of paper down in thirds before placing it in an
envelope and sloppily addressing it with an “E”. A horn honks outside, cueing
you to grab the last of your bags and place the letter in the middle of the
table. As you approach the front door, you turn around to take in the empty
house one last time. All of the memories you and Ethan shared together here begin
to dance in front of your eyes and you sigh to yourself, grateful that they’re
going to stay with you for the rest of your life, but heartbroken you have to leave this behind. Finally, you step out
onto the front porch and lock the door behind you.
“Alright, I’m good. I’ve got everything,” you grunt as you
climb into the passenger seat of the moving van, tossing the bags behind you.
Your mom reaches over from the driver’s side to place her hand
on your cheek. “You are such a brave girl. I am so proud of you for starting to
You close your eyes and place a hand on her wrist. “Thanks,
Mom. Can we please go now, though, before I get too sentimental? I don’t want
to cry anymore. My lungs already hurt too much.”
The both of you let go of each other to click your seat belts
in place, and as your mom pulls the truck out of the neighborhood and onto the
highway, you roll the windows down and turn on the radio. After several minutes
of humming along to the music and getting lost in your own thoughts, your mom’s
voice startles you.
“Do you think he’ll ever come back?”
You shift in your
seat, unsure how to answer. “It’s been over two years, Mom.”
“What if he decides to come back to the house and you’re not
“He has a key. He can get in.”
“But you won’t be there.”
You pause for a moment. “No, I won’t be. But I have a feeling
that if he ever comes across what I left for him, he’ll know exactly where to
“And where’s that?”
You glance out the window, the vast, California landscape speeding
by you as you head for the state line. The two of you have a long drive ahead
of you back to the East Coast, almost 2,800 miles.