i apologize for all of these posts


Confession: I suffer from chronic indecision, a condition that among other things renders me unable to dress sims by myself. :P But really, I apologize for bothering y'all with this sort of thing (yet again), but…

Which hair looks better on her? I’ve narrowed it down to these two styles, and I’d love some input if anyone feels like helping me out. Either way, thank you for looking, and I hope you guys have a nice Friday and a wonderful weekend! (And better posts should be coming soon, I promise! As well as some long overdue CC uploads that I’ve been trying to polish up and finish so I can share. :D)

anonymous asked:

hi its me @keithkog on twitter and since you so conveniently forget to mention all the times i’ve apologized and when i deleted the video or any of my explanation, let me tell you about it. there was no excuse for me to post videos without the parent’s consent. that i agree with. it was stupid and wrong, and i genuinely regret that. once i realized my mistake, i deleted the videos. there is NO EXCUSE FOR THAT. but the “sexual assault” thing was unprompted. i never talked about that with her (1/)

and i also never said anything about it. obviously she doesn’t know what that means, since as an anti i still dont think “sexual assault” is a correct term for sheith, its more statutory rape if you’re going to put it into that category w the age of consent. but of course she wouldn’t understand that, and i only laughed in the video bc i was taken aback by her knowledge of that word. regardless, i didn’t press the issue further because you’re right, i have no right to talk about that with a (2/)

a child im babysitting. so i just left it at that. look, i understand if you’re upset by it because you’re a shaladin but you’re making me seem like some huge monster. voltron is literally made for kids their age, and the term “force” was a joke. we’ve watched it together before, and they only protested bc they’re stubborn but they actually rlly enjoyed it after i showed them more. the point i was making about them being mature was in response to someone saying “she’s only 9 she shouldn’t be(3/)

watching voltron” which i disagreed with because both of the girls are mature for their age and can understand it. the only reason they thought it was confusing was bc when we watched episode 1 we were making cookies and they werent paying attention the whole time. i would appreciate if you would take down your posts or at least remove some things because in no way did i force them to talk about sex or bring it up in the first place. thank you.

ps, you have no proof that i fed anyone lines about sexual assault and i promise you i DID NOT. the kid’s parents let them watch a lot of older shows and they have older sibblings and thats how they know about it im guessing. i was surprised to but please don’t accuse me of feeding them lines about sexual assault because thats absolutely disgusting and you have no proof of that

do you exist purely to ignore people’s apologies? Bc my friend the one y'all keep talking about from Twitter, yeah she’s apologized multiple times so could y'all maybe just leave her alone? Bc she had literally 0 intentions for what happened to happen and the fact you all ignore her constant apologies here y'all are being petty and I’m honestly sick of it. Grow the FUCK up y'all she’s a minor too CHRIST. You think it’s ok to harass a minor? Bc if so y'all are even worse than my abuser lmao :/ 

Okay, I’m going to answer this seriously & without the whole “We, the Great & Glorious Lord Pastel Lance” schtick even though I don’t think you actually deserve it. I’m just trying to prove my point here.

> If you were so shocked that a 9 year old said the phrase “sexual assault”, why did you POST IT ONLINE AS A VIDEO TWEET?

>Oh boohoo, you took it down. What, do you want a gold star for that? Well newsflash asshole, if you had bothered to read through my post, you’d know that someone archived your entire tweet thread before you took down the videos. So now there are PERMANENT screenshots of the kids’ faces that were put online WITHOUT PARENTAL PERMISSION because of YOU, you illiterate jackass.

> Why would you EVER laugh at a child, who you’ve claimed to know & babysat for YEARS, having ANY knowledge of what sexual assault is?

> Nice try deflecting dumbass, I’m a Klance shipper AND a Sheith shipper, not just some gross shallie.

> Again, you don’t MAKE kids like the stuff you like. My brothers don’t like Ben 10 after the first 5 minutes of showing them it, (& without me trying to convince them by telling them that gets “really good” later & spoiling shit for them), so I switch the channel to Paw Patrol or search up a Youtube about Minecraft for them instead. I don’t MAKE them continue to marathon Ben 10 with me. You are a shit babysitter.

> Why do you keep suddenly being surprised when people get mad at your own freaking words when you are the one leaving out information & context? 

> It’s still really creepy that you keep saying that the kids are “mature for their age”. That’s literally fucking pedo logic right there, I don’t care about the fucking context, that’s a skeevy thing to say about kids.

> Seriously, what the fuck is stopping you from using the phrase “they’re old enough to watch Voltron, see the TV rating for it?” That is literally so much less creepier.

> You can’t just fucking ASSUME that the kids learned the phrase “sexual assault” from watching TV shows for older kids! That is something you NEED to tell the parents about!

> And you’re not even worried about those older siblings casually talking about sexual assault in front of their baby siblings? At all? Bitch, there are some things that SHOULDN’T be talked about in front of kids!!

> Well, you’re right in that I don’t have actual proof. But given how you & your friends constantly lie & refuse to provide any proof, I don’t give a shit. At this rate, a freaking ANON comment is more trustworthy than your own words.

> Her apologies don’t mean SHIT because as I’ve pointed out before: they’re not real apologies. There was no notion to make amends, to promise to not do the same thing again, etc. Her apologies are HOLLOW. And, frankly, so are your’s. Especially with your friends commenting below about the “nasty shallies” forcing you to apologize. You didn’t “TECHNICALLY” do something wrong, you ACTUALLY did something wrong & fucking illegal, jackass!

> I don’t give a shit if she or you are minors. That doesn’t fucking excuse your behavior. You both can still be arrested or legally punished for this kind of crap.

> When you say shit like that, that I, some random asshole on the Internet documenting your own freaking words, am WORSE than your abuser…..

that just proves to me that you’ve never actually been abused before.

That you don’t give a shit about real abuse & don’t know what it’s like.

No abuse victim would ever make such a flippant comparison to their trauma like that.

You’re the one who’s sick here, not me.

Disclaimer: This response is entirely the opinion of Lord Pastel Lance & NOT of anyone else. Just me. If you have problems with it, criticize me, not other people.

Witchy A-Z Glossary.

I apologize for how inactive I have been and how I have been slacking off on the witchy posts for a few weeks, but here’s a lil something for you. I got all of these definitions from Google Dictionary and Wikipedia so these are the actual given meanings for the words/terms, not just my interpretation.

Acolyte : a person assisting in a ritual, service or procession.

Adder stone : a type of stone, usually glassy, with a naturally occurring hole through it. They are believed to have magical powers such as protection against eye diseases or evil charms, preventing nightmares, curing whooping cough, the ability to see through fairy or witch disguises and traps if looked at through the middle of the stone, and recovery from snakebite. According to popular conception, a true adder stone will float in water.

Adept : very skilled or proficient at witchcraft.

Alchemy : the medieval forerunner of chemistry, concerned with the transmutation of matter, in particular with attempts to convert base metals into gold or find a universal elixir.

Altar : a table or flat-topped block used as the focus for a religious ritual, especially for making offerings to a deity or ancestors.

Amulet : an ornament or small piece of jewellery thought to give protection against evil, danger, or disease.

Animism : the belief in a supernatural power that organizes and animates the material universe.

Anoint : smear or rub with oil, typically as part of a ritual or ceremony.

Arcana : either of the two groups of cards in a tarot pack: the twenty-two trumps (the major arcana ) and the fifty-six suit cards (the minor arcana ).

Arcane : understood by few; mysterious or secret.

Astral Plane :a plane of existence postulated by classical (particularly neo-Platonic), medieval, oriental, and esoteric philosophies and mystery religions.

Astral Projection : a willful out-of-body experience that assumes the existence of a soul or consciousness called an “astral body” that is separate from the physical body and capable of travelling outside it throughout the universe.

Aura : An aura or Human energy field is, according to New Age beliefs, a colored emanation said to enclose a human body or any animal or object.

Balefire : An outdoor fire used in witches’ sabbats and rituals.

Banish : Get rid of something unwanted.

Besom : used to cleanse and purify a space which will be used for ritual.

Black Magic : traditionally referred to the use of supernatural powers or magic for evil and selfish purposes.

Chakras : any center of subtle body believed to be psychic-energy centers in the esoteric traditions of Indian religions.

Cone of Power : The cone of power is a method of raising energy in ritual magic.

Daemon : benevolent or benign nature spirits, beings of the same nature as both mortals and deities, similar to ghosts, chthonic heroes, spirit guides, forces of nature, or the deities themselves.

Demon : a supernatural and often malevolent being.

Elementals : an elemental is any magical entity who embodies/personifies a force of nature and therefore possess the powers exclusive to the elemental’s own unique element.

Evocation : the act of calling upon or summoning a spirit, demon, god or other supernatural agent.

Familiar : supernatural entities that would assist witches and cunning folk in their practice of magic.

Grey Magic : magic that is not performed for specifically beneficial reasons, but is also not focused towards completely hostile practices.

Grimoire : a textbook of magic, typically including instructions on how to create magical objects like talismans and amulets, how to perform magical spells, charms and divination, and how to summon or invoke supernatural entities such as angels, spirits, and demons. In many cases, the books themselves are believed to be imbued with magical powers.

Incantation : a charm or spell created using words. An incantation may take place during a ritual, either a hymn or prayer, and may invoke or praise a deity. In magic, occultism, shamanism, and witchcraft it is used with the intention of casting a spell on an object or a person.

Mantra : a sacred utterance, a numinous sound, a syllable, word or phonemes, or group of words in Sanskrit believed by practitioners to have psychological and spiritual powers.

Sunwise : considered the “prosperous course”, turning from east to west in the direction of the sun.(Clockwise)

Widdershins : a term meaning to go counter-clockwise, to go anti-clockwise, or to go lefthandwise, or to walk around an object by always keeping it on the left.

This took me really long and I am sorry I didn’t get a lot in here. If there are any definitions you want me to add then give me a heads - up so I can add them in for you.

Originally posted by thewitchystuff

Jealous Jinxer ~ James Potter

hello cutie pies! I am posting the James fic first because a surprising amount of you wanted jealous James Potter in your lives. there’s also protective, shy, and slightly cheeky James in here as well. I hope you all love it! (i apologize if there are any mistakes, i had very little time to edit! If you notice any, please let me know and I will fix them right away!)

Pairing: James x Reader

Y/N: Your Name

Warnings: some nasty language spoken by a stupid boy

Word Count: 1526 

James Potter was staring at you.

Honestly, you wouldn’t have felt that unnerved by it if he didn’t have a look of complete and utter rage on his beautiful face. You wracked your brain, trying desperately to figure out what you could have done to make him angry, when you suddenly realized that he was not, in fact, staring at you. He was staring at the person sat next to you; the seventh year Ravenclaw boy named Thomas that Professor Slughorn had assigned to be your partner in Potions class last week. He had been flirting with you non-stop since you were introduced, and frankly it was getting to be quite annoying. However, your attention was completely focused on a jealous James Potter.

“Y/N? Are you listening to me?” Thomas asked as he waved a hand in front of your face.

“No, sorry, I must have gotten distracted. Was it something important?”

“You’re lucky I think you’re cute, Y/N. I was asking you if you would like to hang out this weekend? Maybe go to Hogsmeade or something?”

“Like a date?”

As soon as the word date left your mouth, you heard a snap. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Sirius Black holding a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing out loud, and James Potter holding a broken quill in his hand. You felt a smile creep onto your face, and you immediately scolded yourself as you saw the hopeful look in Thomas’s eyes as he said that it would definitely be a date.

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The Queen’s Man - Chapter 8 - Writingwife83 - Sherlock (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

I apologize but it’s late, this last chapter is longer than the others, and I’m just too lazy to format it into a text post for tumblr. But my point is, here we have the final part to this fun little au! Hope you enjoy it and thanks a bunch for all the awesome feedback you guys have given me. Loved all your yelling lol. 😉 

Apologies for Delayed Replies!

Thank you everyone who has sent me questions and little notes. I apologize for having not replied sooner. I had no notification on the tumblr dashboard that I had anything in my inbox, and I simply forgot to check! Thank you so much for taking the time to send me questions and such. It really means a lot to me that you all love and support the comic. I will pet all the doggos for you and tell them how awesome their fans are. Thank you!!

anonymous asked:

you should see keithkog’s full apology thread as her pinned on her twitter. its pretty valid.......

You mean this apology? http://archive.is/FJktO (Right click on the embedded images & choose “view image in new tab” to see the full images).

Did she forget that she accused Us of being worse than her abuser? That what she did was STILL illegal? And that she accused Us of shit & proved that she didn’t even fucking read Our post?

It’s not a fucking apology if she’s

> picking at semantics (how dare you insult me after i insulted you first & said that all you do is lie & abuse minors)

> making excuses (the kid wanted to be filmed! you’re the fucking babysitter, you should know better than that!)

> being a shit babysitter (oh i cant tell the parents how to raise their kids~. What kind of shit babysitter wouldn’t warn the parents about the kids’ alarming behaviors & words they’ve picked up?)

Her apology isn’t fucking valid at all. She’s just making more excuses &, as predicted, she’s more mad about Us calling her abuse fake than she is about being sorry.

Well maybe if you didn’t say that Lord Pastel Lance, literally some random asshole on the Internet who can’t actually hurt you, was worse than the person who abused you as a kid, then maybe people would actually take your abuse statements more seriously!

(Seriously, she’s either lying or belittling her own abuse. Which is it?)

Only You To Trust (AU) - final

When the car halted to a stop, you immediately unbuckled your seatbelt itching to get out, to flee. When you stepped out of the vehicle, you were eternally grateful for the absence of papz, your eyes only finding staff members and your team crowding around a private jet on the tarmac.

“Good morning, ms. (y/l/n)” a man greeted you when you reached the steps of the jet, his hand extending to you. You accept his gesture. “Please, just all me (y/n)” you smiled.

“I’m Phil Coulson, your pilot” he introduces himself with a warm smile, before gesturing to the women next to him. “This is Melinda May, my co-pilot. Thanks for choosing to fly with us”

You make small talk, thanking them both for the sponsorship and letting his staff take your things to be settled inside, before making your way into the small aircraft. Wanda was already settled comfortably in her seat, sipping a cup of coffee when you entered.

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Updates Maybe...?

When was the last time I made a post of just me rambling? Months ago? But besides that, first thing off, I wanna welcome to the new followers and say thanks for following me, faving and reblogging my works. I really appreciate it and I do hope you enjoy my other works in the future.

For updates… it’s just activity wise since my activity online is very spotty. I’m still doing studies while trying to complete two animations since I reALLY need to focus on them. So if there’s barely any art posted to answering ask, here’s the reason and I apologies for that.

That’s all for now. Thank you for looking and have a nice day.

Our days a kaleidoscope - 2

Ok, first of all many apologies for the massive delay in posting this chapter. a) it ran away from me and b) real life got super busy with festivals, relatives, vacations, work, stuff etc.
The next ones wont take this much time, I promise.
Thousand and a million thanks to @ohaine and Whirligigkat, the two women who kept faith and turned this chapter into what I think is a decent one. (Oh you should see the earlier drafts…so funny.) Also thanks to @love-yellow-door, her inputs always illuminate.
Ok, I’ll stop ranting (wish I could write my fics so fast eh!) and let you lovelies get back to it.

Long days of summer with warm winds, light rain, sunshine that slowly faded into golden, blushing evenings. Cool nights lit up by stars and celebrated by sounds of insects providing the notes to a symphony played by the trees as the winds moved their fragrant and fruit laden boughs. All this accompanied by the constant play of waves chasing each other before collapsing on the pebbled beach.

In short, the absence of school (and the resulting compulsory interaction with other children in his class that seldom ended well) accompanied with good weather was the perfect summer setting for the young Sherlock who preferred the company of any other species but his own. No silly questions, no dramatic affronted reactions to obvious facts, no resulting tears. The worms didn’t complain when disturbed from pruning leaves, the flowers held their form and fragrance and the fruits retained their sweetness. There was a whole new world to be explored out here and his own was the only company he sought.

And if there were times when he blurted out something only to realise he had no audience to share his excitement with…well, those times were few and far between and easily ignored in the quest for more knowledge. After all, as his brother said, knowledge is power.

So, flowers were plucked, insects were caught and observed. There were fruits that were picked in order to ‘conduct experiments’, yet it would not be long before their sweet taste enticed the boy enough to take another bite and then one more, until all the objects of his experiments found their way into his stomach.

His brother had smirked, his parents had smiled in indulgence. Only his then chief carer (and later landlady), Mrs Hudson had chided him.

“What sort of a scientist would you make if you eat up all of your samples? Always keep a fruit or two aside, my dear.”

The boy had smiled, delighted at being taken seriously. But such instances were rare.

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Concocting an Apology - Chapter 4 - Plechka - Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

What happens when they both need to apologize?

the new taz ep was really fucking good and emotional I almost cried and this is what I’ve decided to draw to express that

If you can’t fix me,
Can we just pretend
That I was never broken.
That there was nothing here
To mend.
—  poeticallyordinary

KIRKWALL COFFEE: Episode 1 » [1/?]

If you haven’t watched this incredible YouTube series you need to get on it right now. The team at @nyxrising play the Dragon Age 2 characters in a modern setting and it’s both unbelievably accurate and HILARIOUS. They’ve just uploaded their third episode, so go support them and catch up on all three ASAP ✨

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Everyone Lived.

Everyone lived. When Harry was born, Lily hardly saw him because Sirius was fitting him into a tiny leather jacket, Remus was reading to him, and James was already trying to sneak him to the Quidditch supply store to get Harry his first toy broom. Christmases were spent with full bellies and rooms stuffed with laughter, and there wasn’t a single person without flushed cheeks from all the wine. Lily’s eyes sparkled, and there was always a joke on the tip of James’ tongue. All Harry knew was love, love, love, from every corner of the universe.

Everyone lived, and every Thursday afternoon, Sirius and Remus took Harry to the “library”, which was the secret word they taught him for the ice cream parlor. With each trip, they ordered the biggest sundae that was offered with three spoons, and Harry always ate nearly all of it. They kept it up until the day Harry asked Lily to take him to the library and, when confronted with the shelves piled high with books, he asked her where they went to order their ice cream.

Remus and Sirius got married when Harry was three, and Harry was the ring bearer. Lily cried the first time she saw him in his tiny dress robes. They were just long enough that he nearly tripped halfway up the aisle. There wasn’t a single pair of dry of eyes in the audience that day.

Everyone lived, and on Harry’s sixth birthday, he celebrated alongside Neville with all their friends and family. James gave Harry his first set of toy Quidditch balls. He, Ron, Neville, Draco, and Ginny all played together until Draco pushed Neville off his broom and into the cake Alice had spent hours working on. Lily tried so hard not to laugh at Neville’s frosting-covered face, but instead she went beet red and gave herself away to everyone.

Draco said he was sorry. He actually meant it.

Everyone lived, and the moms had a Lockhart book club, which consisted of everyone getting wine-drunk and complaining about their husbands together. Draco, Neville, Harry and Ron eavesdropped and reported back to their dads, who were standing around the kitchen armed with beer, about what they did wrong that week. Each of the meetings somehow coincidentally ended with each of the men stopping by to bring their respective wives bouquets of flowers or boxes of chocolate “because they just felt like it.”

Everyone lived, and Draco and Harry were friends, believe it or not. When Narcissa and Lucius had a date night, they dropped Draco off at the Potters. James told them scary stories in the darkness of their blanket tent. Lily used magic to cast shadows all over their living room, and Harry and Draco wouldn’t sleep for the rest of the night. But Lily kissed each of their foreheads and assured them each that everything would be fine, because she and James would never let anything bad happen to either of them.

She meant it.

Draco and Harry stayed up until their eyelids were simply too heavy to bear, but Harry managed to remain awake till Draco was completely asleep before closing his eyes. It was one of the most peaceful things he’d ever seen. He wasn’t exactly sure why he thought that. Not yet, anyways.

Everyone lived. Everyone got a little bit older. The kids all went off to Hogwarts, somehow managing to stuff themselves all into one train compartment, even with Hermione once she joined. Draco and Harry got put into different houses, which was a relief to everyone around them. “they already bickered like a married couple without rooming together,” Ron said when they were first sorted, “I don’t want to think about what we’d have to deal with if they were sharing a dorm.”

The only time Harry and Draco forgot about their friendship was when they played against each other in Quidditch. There were no rules when you needed to be the first one to the snitch.

(I suppose there weren’t any rules when it came to making out with your best friend in an empty corridor after drinking half a bottle of fire whiskey, either.)

Sixth year came with sly glances and brushing fingertips in the hallway; throwing all caution to the wind and risking friendship for feelings Harry and Draco had been denying since they were kids. Ron and Hermione exchanged knowing looks, but no one said a word. Not even when Harry inconspicuously crept out of bed nearly every night at half past two with his Invisibility cloak in tow, not returning until the sun was just peeking out over the mountains, if at all. He looked happier than ever that year, secrets tugging on the corners of his mouth every time he spoke.

Everyone lived, and when Draco and Harry came out to their families their seventh year, everyone groaned. “You owe me ten Galleons,” was the first thing James said to Lucius, and Harry knew then that everything was going to be okay.

Because everyone was here, surrounding him, breathing, alive. They all hugged him and Draco at once, cheeks smooshed together, a mess of laughter and “I love you’s” and kisses on foreheads. They were all connected then, their pulses stitching them together with a bond Harry knew nothing could break.

They all knew hurt; they knew pain and suffering, and they knew loss, but most of all, they knew each other. They knew love, and they knew hope.

As they stood there, a giant amoeba of people from all walks of life, some more challenging than others, Harry let go of the breath he felt as though he had been holding for his entire life.

Plagiarized fics - asking for help from the 1D fandom

Hi everyone! I’m poking my head in your door from the Haikyuu fandom to ask you guys for help. I have spoken to quite a few people in the One Direction fandom thus far and I have been overwhelmed by their kindness, support, and how fast everyone I talked to acted to help me and my friend get this sorted out.

It came to my and my best friend ellessey-writes’s attention (confusing names, sorry! I’m Esselle) this morning that many of our fics had been stolen by the Tumblr/AO3 user Fruxoo, who has since deleted her accounts.

Here are two screenshots of Fruxoo’s fics, posted in April. The first is a direct copy of my story Hunger, completed last June 2016. The second is the summary from Ellie’s story Tea and Sympathy, posted January of this year. The entire text of every fic Fruxoo stole has been copied almost exactly word for word from our fics, changing only the names and other relevant character info.

I messaged her privately and asked that she post an explanation on Tumblr, as well as replace the text of her stolen works with links to our respective stories, in order to notify any readers who enjoyed these works. Unfortunately, she didn’t respond. Now that she has taken everything down, that’s no longer possible.

It would mean the world to Ellie and I if people would help spread the word about what happened. Last year, between the two of us, we wrote 626,000 words. We poured all our energy and love (and time!) into these stories, and to have someone copy them word for word, lie to people who were kind enough to comment or send asks as if they had thought up the ideas on their own, and interact with other people in the 1D fandom based off of love for OUR writing, is devastating to us both. This was going on for at least 2.5 months.

Besides the two stories listed above, we know As Long As You’re Smiling was actually copied from ellessey-writes​​‘s fic The Chronicles of the Virgin Asahi. We think this is the first fic they grabbed, due to the note on the summary. Here is a masterpost of all Ellie’s works from last year, and a link to her AO3.

They also took my incubus story Dreamless and reposted it as Lilin. This fic was posted as a part of a collab for my close friend’s artwork. reallycorking​​ drew this (VERY NSFW) art as part of a 30 day challenge, and the two of us worked together for a full month on Dreamless. Here is my fic masterpost for last year, and a link to my AO3.

I wanted to share links to the rest of our work because we don’t know how many stories she stole (it seemed like there were around 10 in total). We didn’t even have time to make a note of everything before she removed her accounts. So we don’t know what people read and might want to re-find (if there’s any interest cross-fandom).

Again, the One Direction fandom has been so incredibly supportive (Gina, Ange, phd-mama, Emmi, Lisa and everyone who was so helpful and understanding). Ellie and I started off the morning crushed, and now I have comments in my inbox on the fics that were stolen, and asks on Tumblr showing support, and it’s nearly brought me to tears. Thank you all so much. If anyone who sees this would be kind enough to get the word out there in any way (reblogs, just telling your friends who’ve read these stories, anything!!), we’d be incredibly grateful.

THANK YOU, to everyone who takes the time to read this.

youd gotta wonder like how the hell they go about this. like imagine someone you barely even know coming into your inbox all bothered bc youre following someone who projects on the same fictional characters that you do. like what do they expect? an apology? “oh god im so sorry for being a normal human being with more important things to worry about”. if someone did this to me id probably say “okay” or “i dont care” and what will they have gained besides making a fool of themselves and showing that they havent matured or developed healthier coping mechanisms in all the time since back when this shit was considered acceptable in like 2014 kin tumblr

Since when does being a fan of a person mean that you can’t call out their ignorant/disrespectful behaviour??

Can we please end the “we all know you’re a good person!” and “they’re not true fans!” comments??

Firstly, you don’t know the person. No matter how many interviews you’ve watched and fan encounters you’ve read about, YOU DON’T KNOW THEM.

Secondly, not allowing someone to remain ignorant and kindly informing them and educating them about why their actions are wrong shows that someone IS a true fan. It shows that you DO care.

Being a fan does not mean that you blindly agree with what someone says.