i don't think you can blame me

  • Betty: Juggie, Archie is so mad at me. I don't think he will ever talk to me again.
  • Jughead: Can you blame him??
  • Betty: I just said the wrong name!!
  • Jughead: YOU CALLED HIM RONNIE DURING YOUR ORGASM BETTY CMON

We interrupt your regularly scheduled blogging to bring you even more of my ridiculous obsession with the arranged marriage royalty AU. You can blame @operaticspacetrash for this monstrosity. THE HYPE IS REAL and I am trash.

(P.S. click for bigger version, I think it looks best like that.)

anonymous asked:

Hi, I have a fiddly question and I was pointed your direction. (Blame Punchy). When someone says - this is re: black panther - that a thing "does not belong to (x kind of person)"...what does that mean? I. I've never felt ownership of a piece of media in my life, and I don't understand what I'm not supposed to be doing here.

ooh. fiddly indeed!

i think there’s often a sense in fandom of, like… “because this is my private hobby, it is just for me.” which is true! you can do fandom any way you like. the trouble is, some people then jump to “because it is my private personal playtime fun, it doesn’t affect other people and they don’t get to have any say in how i do it,” which is not true.

the war between these two notions– the first being that fandom is a hobby and i can do what i want, the second being community members have a right to safety in their community– is how you get things like reylos vs antis, arguments over whether and how people should post explicit fanart if it’s for children’s shows like steven universe, and fights over what counts as censorship when it comes to tagging and trigger warnings

tumblr is a place where people who like diverse media types, regardless of to whom it was marketed or intended, can talk about the thing. but every property has an intended audience, every property has fans for whom the stakes are biggest, the investment most passionate and in some cases dire

steven universe belongs to children. it should be safe for them to be in SU fandom without having to look at gem boobs or being told that, uh, if they don’t support violent revolution they are part of the problem

likewise– black panther belongs to black folks. they’ve waited long enough. there is no other thing out there that can do for this audience what black panther will do for them. and so it’s important for us as white fans to think about… volume. that it’s possible to shout for joy without drowning out others who have waited longer to be heard.

we talk a lot about the “secure your own oxygen mask before helping the person next to you” analogy when discussing mental health and self care. but when it’s an inter-community issue, a representation issue, i think we have to come at it a different way. the “let people with babies or mobility issues have the seat on the subway” approach. which is to say: some people should be given more access to a comfortable environment based on circumstance. in this instance, black folks in fandom shouldn’t have to be on the defense when they’re interacting with all things black panther.

let the movie stand on its own. don’t bring your white faves into it, or focus only on the white people in it. don’t appropriate AAVE when discussing black panther to try to fit in– there are plenty of people who can say with authority that wakanda is lit, they do not need you to say it. and uh, if you’re tempted to somehow say something like “actually black panther is racist,” maybe don’t.

the fact that you’re so baffled about what this sense of entitlement would look like is an encouraging sign that you’re not a participant in it, but in general, when trying to parse a sentence like “this thing does not belong to x kind of person,” ask yourself if you’ve ever seen anything like the thing before– if you got to grow up seeing images like that thing. if the answer is no, let the people who needed it most be loudest.

i hope that helps! 

ETA: also, the source and content creator matters! the fact that black panther has a black director is a huge deal– it means that black panther literally was not created for the white gaze, that inherent to its creation was an implicit understanding of what it’s like to be seen and be black, of black bodies in motion, of black voices. we’ve seen this from queer content creators and from women content creators, and we’ve respected it then, and felt it. this is no different

A Day Off

Jacob Frye x Reader; fluff.

Notes: My hands slipped with this one. Fluff is always welcomed, especially with a cozy Jacob. Enjoy!

Originally posted by anatagadaikiraidesu

You smiled, happily tucked in the warmth of your bed.
The air outside was cool and the sky was full of clouds, another better reason to not get out of it. There weren’t many times like this; where you could take your time from saving London from Starrick and the Templars, but you weren’t exactly complaning.
Beside, Evie practically forced you to do so, who were you to question something?
Your smile grow widely when you heard him and you didn’t even need to tilt your head up to know it was Jacob.  His attempt to make no noise was unnecessary, since you knew him like your own pockets. 

Also, his leather scent was unmistakable.

“Enjoying your little day off, love?”
You huffed, moving to take a better look at him. Jacob was full dressed and armed, his top hat covering his eyes but there was a cheeky smile pulled over his lips, like he was amused of something. 

Or someone, more appropriately.

“Very, mister Frye. You have no idea how much this bed is comfortable… A shame you can’t feel it.”
His smile grow, by just looking at you. “It is indeed. Perhaps you could have show me, miss Y/L/N”
“I think not.” You said, rolling on the other side of the bed. You bit yor lip, in a weak attempt to muffle your laughter. You loved teasing Jacob, he was a bit of… touchy, you learned and you cannot tell you didn’t enjoy his reactions.
“Are you ignoring me, love? Do I have to be offended?”

You hummed, playing with a lock of your hair. Suddenly, he was pinning you hunder his weight, making you squeak with surprise.  His hands were blocking gently your wrists and his eyes were running hungrily all over your body.

 You bit your lip. “I thought this was my day off”
“It was. Beside, I’m starting to get cold. Maybe you could help me getting warmer, love.”
A devilish smirk appeared on his lips, making him look more bloody attractive.
You never complaning when he was near to you, both of your bodies easing the friction within each other. You felt the arousal growing in your lower belly, almost painfully. He pressed his lips all over your face, his hands running over your body.
“Don’t you have some errands to take for, Jacob?” He nuzzled his nose in the crook of our neck, breathing your scent.
“They can wait”
“But…”
He interruped you, taking your lips in a hungry kiss. He was still over you, his hands slowly removing all the unnecessary clothes and fabric that were between the two of you. You gave up, your mouth melting aganist his, your bodies tangled to each other’s.

It was a rare privilege, taking a day off. But if there was also Jacob with you, helping yourself getting warmer, you weren’t complaning.

Meanwhile, in Franada
  • Canada, in his head: I should speak French, this way, no one can listen in and we can have a little privacy in public.
  • Canada, in "French": Hey, so after this, did you want to get dinner? I'm a bit hungry.
  • France: Huh? What the hell are you speaking?
  • Canada: Uh...French?
  • France: tHAT BASTARDIZED LANGUAGE IS NOT FRENCH HOW DARE YOU CLAIM IT TO BE. I DID NOT RAISE YOU THIS WAY!
  • Canada: You barely raised me at all. It was mostly England considering my history...
  • France: WELL THAT EXPLAINS IT! HE DID THIS!
  • Canada: I don't think you can blame one person over a linguistic drift...
  • France: I CAN AND WILL!
Halsey Hopeless Fountain Kingdom lyric starters
  • I find myself alone at night unless I'm having sex.
  • I don't let him touch me anymore.
  • I have spent too many nights on dirty bathroom floors.
  • I'm not something to butter up and taste when you get bored.
  • If I keep my eyes closed he looks just like you.
  • He'll never stay, they never do.
  • So tell me how to move on.
  • They don't realize that I'm thinking about you.
  • Can you hear my heartbeat fucking kicking?
  • I can put up one good fight.
  • Don't you see what you're finding?
  • I can tell you mean it cause you're shaking.
  • I know you're dying to meet me.
  • As soon as you meet me, you'll wish that you never did.
  • I got into some trouble with that drink in my veins.
  • I can never say sorry cause I won't take the blame.
  • You know I wanna keep you around.
  • You gotta decide something.
  • Sorry that I can't believe that anybody ever really starts to fall in love with me.
  • I run away when things are good.
  • Someone will love you, but someone isn't me.
  • Don't trust the moon, she's always changing.
  • I get the message you wish I was dead.
  • Please don't take this as a threat.
  • Treat her right and she won't complain.
  • I'm about four minutes from a heart attack.
  • Shit is crazy, right?
  • You're so damn good with a bobby pin
  • I ain't your baby no more.
  • It tastes like Jack when I'm kissing him.
  • He's calling me a bitch again.
  • I always make the same mistakes.
  • I don't give a damn what you say to me.
  • Motherfucker, don't play with me.
  • I'm not the type to be out past dawn.
  • Go and grab someone and find a place to deal with it.
  • We're not lovers, we're just strangers.
  • I miss the thought of a forever, you and me.
  • But all you're missing is my body.
  • You know, I used to be on fire.
  • It's my own anxiety that makes conversation hard.
  • Nobody seems to ask about me anymore.
  • I won't take anyone down if I crawl tonight.
  • But I scream too loud if I speak my mind.
  • I don't wanna wake it up, the devil in me.
  • You said I'm too much to handle.
  • You know the truth hurts but secrets kill.
  • It's easy to forgive.
  • I can't help the way you made me.
  • I hope hopeless changes over time.
Greek God Talk Show
  • Demeter: All I'm saying is, no more pomegranates.
  • Persephone: You can't blame the fruit!
  • Demeter: I can blame whomever I want!
  • Athena: Technically the fruit isn't responsible...
  • Persephone and Demeter: Stay out of this.
  • Persephone: Does that mean you don't blame Hades anymore?
  • Demeter: *scoffs* No, it's still his fault. I mean, he kidnapped you.
  • Persephone: For the last time, no, he didn't.
  • [Meanwhile]
  • Hestia: If this is what visits look like for you guys, I feel bad for you.
  • Hades: It's okay. I usually have Dionysus bring me the really strong stuff right before she visits. Anyways, how long do you think it'll be til Persephone decks her this time?
  • Hestia: I give it less than 5 minutes.
  • [Off to the side]
  • Hermes: Technically isn't it Zeus's fault since if he never you know did the thing with Demeter then Persephone would have never been?
  • Artemis: WHAT ARE YOU DOING DO YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN NOW?
  • Hera: Actually, yeah, good point. Zeus! (glares) Indirectly you're responsible, you should take the blame.

anyway if you think that jin’s lack of lines can be justified because he’s not stable enough or because he’s a weak dancer or because his voice does not suit some of the songs or because *insert any other bullshit* you can unfollow me now

and also if you’re a maknae line stan and you think that any of us are trying to blame it on younger boys or that we are the one hurting the fandom, you can unfollow me too  

or if you think that bts line distribution is fair and that boys are happy with it, unfollow m e

So as a person who was in a relationship with a 32 year old when I was 20 and extremely socially inept this last episode felt like a stab in the guts for me. Let me explain how.
Jack spent the last 50 years by himself in a cyberpunk world, there’s no way in hell he didn’t interact with people at least to a minimum in that time, right? I mean, 50 years is a fucking long time. Let’s stretch a little bit and say he could have even had some sort of romantic/sexual interaction during that time. But even that is besides the point; being that he was probably in his twenties when he got stranded on this aku-reigned apocalyptic future, he has around 70 years of life experience. Let’s move to Ashi for a bit. Ashi was born into captivity, destined to train and become an assassin together with her sisters. Assuming she’s at most 25 (which I honestly doubt, she looks 15-20 to me, but that’s besides the point), she spent more than 2 decades being denied of social interaction with anyone except her sisters and her mother, even then one could hypothesize friendly interaction between the sisters was probably highly discouraged. The only person she ever came into contact that she could be herself with and with whom she could like actually socialize, for the first time in her life, was jack. Do you see the imbalance here? How fucked up it is that a 70 year old person, portrayed still as a 20-something overly naive guy, to be in a romantic relationship with a young girl who hasn’t had an actual relationship, romantic or otherwise, ever before? Where jack had 50 years to mingle about, collecting social and life experience in general, Ashi had little to none. I’m not even against jashi honestly, but Genndy could have worked on it in a far more responsible way.

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GET TO KNOW ME MEME  [1/5] Favorite Relationships Joana & Rafael (3%)

“Joana we may have gotten where we are doing things the wrong way but I believe we’re doing the right thing now. In our own way. I don’t know what you did or what you saw in the tunnel. I don’t give a fuck. I don’t wanna know. I know, I feel  that you’re a good person. You’re the only one who doubts that.”

i blame danzo for everything 

Naruto’s parents death? Danzo 

Zabuza and Haku’s death? Danzo 

Orochimaru being a shit and fucking everything up? Danzo 

Sasuke leaving the village? Danzo 

Uchiha massacre? Danzo 

Madara resurrection? Danzo 

Neji’s death? Danzo 

Sadness through out the entire series? Danzo 

Jiraiya’s death? Danzo 

ITACHI’S DEATH THAT WAS FUCKING DANZO 

SHISUI’S DEATH?? THAT WAS DANZO TOO 

Unnecessary fillers? Danzo 

Karin being a bitch for a little bit of time? Danzo 

Poverty across the universe? Danzo 

Capitalism? Danzo 

Me being stuck at Panera? Danzo 

Donald Trump? They’re both the same person so I guess I can blame Donald Trump too. 

(#danzoshimuraanddonaldtrumparethesameperson) 

So this happened today
  • Me: There's nothing wrong with being gay.
  • Teacher: It's not natural.
  • Me: It fucking occurs in nature. Therefore it's natural.
  • Teacher: So is cruelty.
  • Me: Well homosexuality isn't harming anybody. But bigotry is. THAT is cruelty.
  • Teacher: What about kids who see them? They'll grow to be gays!
  • Me: They won't. And if they do, so what? Being gay is not a crime. It's not some sort of reprehensible act.
  • Teacher: Still, what about kids adopted by gays? They might grow up thinking it's OK.
  • Me: It IS OK.
  • Teacher: They'll get bullied because their parents, Juan. How can you wish that for a child?
  • Me: If they are bullied, then society needs to change, not gays. Are you seriously blaming the victim? Pull your shit together.
  • Teacher: Well my God doesn't approve of it.
  • Me: Well I don't approve of your god.

anonymous asked:

I really like the idea of a Yandere stalking their crush, only to see that their crush is depressed and living in an abusive household. Angry, the Yandere takes their crush to live with them because they will make the crush happy <3 (also maybe killing their parents) >u<

I follow your Facebook.
I have your Twitter, Instagram.
I follow you on Tumblr,
I know your DeviantArt (Even though it seems unused.)

Refresh. Refresh. Notification. Read, screenshot, refresh. 

You changed your What’sapp picture. Screenshot. You’re beautiful.

I have spend hours online searching for pieces of information of you. I have found out who you spend time with, and I have found out who they are. 
Oh, social media, what a time to be alive. I know where you live. You are intelligent, I know you are (that is one of the reasons I love you), so your adres is nowhere to be found. But your mother’s is. Partly, that is.

Training suit. Hair pulled back into a bun, hood up. No make-up, changing my walk. Broader, masculine. Invisible.

I have followed you around. Social media doesn’t care to reveal where you are. I read anything you post. See the backgrounds of the pictures. Nature, usually, like flowering trees in a park. He was a photographer.

Pokémon Go. You are team red. Red, the colour of love, the colour of rage. I know your username. You use it online, too. I have been able to trace you, gym to gym, but never dared to follow you into streets where no stops or gyms were to be found, scared of discovery. Until that one day. That day, is today.

“Come back home! You’ve been gone for hours!”

He was taken by the arm.

“All you do is walk around with that stupid phone of yours!”

He was ‘guided’ home, he did not struggle. I could do nothing but watch. I knew the woman, it was his mother. I knew where she worked. I knew her age, how she had cheated on his father with another man. Oh, she hadn’t been spared online. She had tried to play the victim. Unfaithful, sinful. One of those femmenazi’s hating men, you know. 

Thanks to her however, I was able to finally know where he lived. Both were too busy to notice me. Number 3. His house was on a corner of the street. The houses where grey and sad. Gardens where small, not too well-kept. Curtains where closed, no one cared to look outside to the mother and child. I kept close to the walls. I did not want to be seen by either the mother or by him as I took a closer look into their relationship.


He met me under a yellow gym for the first time. I wore a skirt, nice shirt and my hair was flowing. I took good care of myself. 

“Are you playing Pokémon?” He asked.

I nodded. 

“I am team red, what about you?”

“I am also Valor. Are you maybe Ranger101?”

“How did you know?” 

“I see that name everywhere. You must be active. Is it okay if we take over some gyms together?”

“Sure! What is your name, if I may ask?”

“PfefferMuffin.”

He gave me a smile and looked at his phone.

“That’s a good name. Let’s make it redder and… Better.”


She was late. She walked out with the same colleague’s as usual. Chatting, laughing. I was too far to hear it but in my mind it sounded evil, like a villain from old films. I couldn’t feel anything however, I was not scared or nervous, but terribly calm. The colleague’s and she parted ways. She was the one who walked to work while the rest lived too far to do so (I checked where they lived. Older people seemed to not really get privacy settings on Facebook)

She had worked a late shift and I could see from her walk she was tired. She decided to go through the park that connected your house and her work. Searching in her bag she found the box of cigarettes, lighted one, inhaled the smoke, exhaled. 

Ricinus communis. A plant originally from the tropics. Nowadays the plant grows in all area’s of the world as it is sometimes planted in parks as a decorative plant. The castorbean comes from this plant and the oil from it is used in a whole lot of stuff, from food, to biodiesel and medicines. But this is not everything.
The beans of the Ricinus communis also produce a seed of which the lethal chemical Ricin can be produced. And that is exactly what I’ve done. 

After she was done she threw the cigarette on the ground and left it burning. She headed home. I checked my phone, refreshed, and sighed at the lack of updates. I waited for her to be out of sight before I took the plastic bag from my bag and picked up the cigarette she had thrown on the ground. It was all in motion now.


First day she went to work.

Second day she went home earlier.
Fever, coughing. Suspecting a cold.

Third day she was sleeping all morning. Told him to stay away because she was not in the mood to deal with him.

He was a little worried. 

I was waiting with my car outside. The houses grey and sad. Curtains closed, but the sun shone in a blue sky promising a beautiful future. I called his phone. 

“Hey, want to come to my place again?”

“My mother is sick… She tells me to go away but I am worried.”

“I am already at your place.”

The curtains from his living room opened and I waved. He came outside and opened the car door and got on the passenger seat. 

“Let’s go.” He said.


I haven’t let go since that time. He came home twice after getting in the car with me that day. First time he discovered his mother cold in the next morning. I had made sure he would not be able to get her help in time. We watched a film, we went out for dinner. We made love after we got intoxicated by the wine and flow of our emotions, craving for lust and closeness took hold of us both. Second time was to gather his belongings and anything of worth. 

We attended the funeral together. There wasn’t a lot of family left that he or his mother had contact with so it was rather small. Even though he had told me in private how he had been abused through his childhood and how dysfunctional his family had been after his little’s sister death, he told me he thought of family as important, still. He didn’t have that many friends. He is a sensitive guy, that is why he was never to stand up for himself.

A few days later I told him I saw him as family, but not that I would use or abuse him in any way. After a long and gentle conversation I was able to convince him to stay and live with me instead of alone.

“I will always be on your side.”
“You will never have to be alone when you feel lonely.”
“Financially it would also be good… I have an apartment and a car, I think it’s okay for you to use it.”
“I love you. I am so happy when I am by your side.”

They never found out that it was me who did it. Ricin leaves nearly no traces and the edema in the lungs was blamed on a bad heart. Her veins and heart were bad after all, genetically and she was a smoker. No further investigation was put in place. Now my mission is to make him the happiest he can be.


I’ve been seeing a lot of hate going around and being directed at the trainees who chose vocals for position evaluation because Park Woodam was unable to partake in vocals. 

Now I understand that it’s utterly unfair for Woodam and we all would have loved to see him shine however its makes no bloody sense to go direct hate at other trainees.

You want to blame someone, go blame mnet for closing the voting polls early and go blame the kfans for sleeping on Woodam. 

Don’t go blaming the other trainees for choosing vocals, when the boys where choosing their songs the only thing going through their minds were which role would suit them or what should they challenge themselves with next. This is a competition so none of those boys would be thinking ahh I shouldn’t pick vocals because there’s other great vocals ranking after me. NO they were only thinking about which role would let them shine and gather more interest towards them. There’s nothing wrong with that as this is a competition, so quit with hating other trainees because your fave didn’t get his desired position. 

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↑↑↑Tol and smol. Tol and smol. *sigh* Just look at how Tol and Smol they are. They are my downfall.

Tol is currently seething in a military prison, which is bad enough, but he is doing it WITHOUT HIS BLANKIE. (You may know his blankie as Lucy’s journal.) But if I have my way, we will get a second season of Timeless, and Smol will bust Tol’s fine ass out of Gitmo – or wherever they’ve stashed him. There will be heaping bucketfuls of anger and angst because Tol thinks Smol betrayed him. In time, she will convince him of her pure heart and good intentions. Have you noticed that he can never stay mad at her anyway? Then there will be amazing make-up sex.  Wait, did I just say that out loud? And, finally, they will take down Rittenhouse together.

The Last Five Years - Sentence Starters
  • [name] is over and [name] is gone.
  • I'm still hurting.
  • What about things that you swore to be true?
  • Go and hide and run away!
  • Run away, run and find something better.
  • Maybe there's somewhere a lesson to learn.
  • I've been waiting for someone like you.
  • I've been standing for days with the phone in my hand like an idiot, scared to death.
  • My people have suffered for thousands of years and I don't give a shit!
  • I guess I can't believe you really came.
  • See, I'm smiling--That means I'm happy that you're here.
  • I think we're gonna be okay.
  • With all we've had to go through, we'll end up twice as strong.
  • I didn't know you had to go so soon.
  • We'll have tonight.
  • You know what makes me crazy?
  • I'm sorry, can I say this?
  • You could be here with me or be there with them - as usual, guess which you pick.
  • You can't spend a single day that's not about you and you and nothing but you!
  • I swear to God I'll never understand how you can stand there straight and tall and see I'm crying, and not do anything at all.
  • Things are moving too fast.
  • I won't do anything just half-assed.
  • I met my personal Aphrodite.
  • I'm feeling panicked and rushed and hurried.
  • I'm so happy I can't get worried.
  • Next day it's just like it never happened.
  • And then he smiles - his eyes light up and how can I complain?
  • Yes, he's insane, but look what he can do.
  • I tend to follow in his stride instead of side by side.
  • I said I'd stick it out and follow through.
  • I'm a part of that...aren't I?
  • Maybe your heart's completely swayed, but your head can't follow through.
  • Don't you think that now's a good time to be the ambitious freak you are?
  • You get to be happy!
  • Take a breath, take a step, take a chance - take your time.
  • Have I mentioned today how lucky I am to be in love with you?
  • I'm sharing a room with a "former" stripper and her snake: Wayne.
  • I could shove an ice pick in my eye, I could eat some fish from last July, but it wouldn't be as awful as [fill in what you wish].
  • He wants me, he wants me, but he ain't gonna get me.
  • Son of a bitch, I guess I'm doing something right!
  • 'Cause the torture is just exquisite while I'm waiting for you to visit.
  • We should go meet the dinosaurs.
  • Will you share your life with me for the next ten minutes?
  • There are so many lives I want to share with you.
  • But if you can just wait I will make it eventually.
  • Not like I'm proud of the fact.
  • I want to be your wife, I want to bear your child, I want to die knowing I had a long, full life in your arms.
  • Will you share your life with me for the next ten lifetimes?
  • There are so many dreams I need to see with you.
  • There are so many years I need to be with you.
  • Everyone tells you that the minute you get married every other woman in the world suddenly finds you attractive.
  • And all of a sudden, this pair of breasts walks by and smiles at you and you're like - "That's not fair!"
  • In a perfect world a miracle would happen.
  • I shouldn't care what she thinks since I can't fuck her anyway!
  • Don't despair, I'll be there.
  • I am a good person!
  • Stop looking at that, look at me.
  • Jesus Christ, I suck, I suck, I suck, I suck.
  • I will not be the girl who requires a man to get by.
  • Can we please for a minute stop blaming and say what you feel?
  • Did you think this would all be much easier than it's turned out to be?
  • If I didn't believe in you, we'd never have gotten this far.
  • Don't we get to be happy at some point down the line?
  • If I'm cheering on your side, why can't you support mine?
  • No one can give you courage.
  • I will not lose because you can't win.
  • He wouldn't leave me alone 'less I went with him to dinner.
  • I guess he was good in bed.
  • He blew me off with a heartfelt letter.
  • I can do better than that.
  • You don't have to change a thing, just stay with me.
  • I want you and you and nothing but you.
  • I don't want to throw up your walls and defenses.
  • It feels like my life led right to your side and will keep me there from now on.
  • Think of what's past, because we can do better.
  • Hey, kid - good morning. You look like an angel.
  • I don't remember when we fell asleep.
  • Nobody needs to know.
  • Come back to bed, kid.
  • Hold on, don't cry yet.
  • I won't let you go.
  • Maybe I could be in love with someone like you.
  • Goodbye until tomorrow.
  • I have been waiting for you.
  • I'm not the only one who's hurting here.
  • I don't know what the hell is left to do.
  • I could never rescue you.
  • All I could do was love you hard and let you go.
  • So we could fight, or we could wait, or I could go...
  • I didn't see a way we both could win.
  • Goodbye.
People always say your abuse doesn’t define you. I think this is so wrong. Abuse changes you. Abuse breaks you into pieces. It doesn’t define all of me but it defines the darkest parts of me.
—  Posted by Anonymous
Regarding NSFW Fanart..

So I just received nsfw art for Swirly yesterday. It was nicely drawn but I was very uncomfortable as I did not give permission to have my characters drawn NSFW; heck he didn’t even ask me if I was ok with it or not. It was posted on Derpibooru and on his Patreon; but he altered the picture and removed her name to make it look like a generic pony after my request to take it down. To which I am fine with considering how much time he must have spent on that drawing.

Maybe I wasn’t clear here or anything, and I’m not blaming anyone. But for future reference, and I know you guys won’t, I kindly ask that you guys don’t draw my characters NSFW. I have no problems with NSFW itself but these characters are a part of me, so to see them NSFW makes me feel very exposed and uncomfortable.

I think it’s inevitable that there are some that won’t care and still do it. But for the most of you guys following me, I hope you can understand!