How do you stay sane as a Blackhawks fan when everyone's so fucking rude and mean all the time?
hey anon, i just wanted to start off by saying that i wasn’t ignoring this question, i just wanted to think of something coherent enough to explain and had a pretty busy day.
so, i guess a lot of people hate them for their logo/nhl’s favoritism/certain players and their not so great pasts/idk what else is there. this puts the hawks fans on defensive and when literally an entire fandom hates on you, you sort of become even more defensive which can come off as rude often times. i’m not trying to excuse hawk fans, there are some that i really wish did not represent the fandom (and not just on tumblr, the hawk fans outside of tumblr can be pretty nasty too). my point is, i feel like the blackhawks part of the fandom have become so alienated that it’s hard to associate with anyone else in the fandom. it sucks, imo, cause yes i will admit that the hawks have many faults (so do other teams tho) but they also have some great ppl that get hated on despite them not doing anything. like seabs and duncs. they’re my fav D pair, and maybe before everything crashed and burned in the past 2 (3?) years, everyone loved them and they weren’t categorized in the must hate list on tumblr. hossa and hammer and crow and darling and tazer, even the baby rookies like vinnie and hartzy. it sucks and it makes me sad, they’re some of my favs but i never can talk about the hawks without feeling like i’m offending someone.
i started off my entire hockey love with the hawks, and ya they’re not my team anymore, but i still like them and some of the players. when i came into the fandom, i was only involved with kazer/hawk blogs so i never saw the immense hate and constant badgering, but i think asg17 was the first time i realized, shit, everyone really hates the hawks. and i think that came more from the fact that i started following blogs for different teams. it made me sad to see some of my favs being so hated on, but i can’t deny the reasons ppl hate some of the guys. it’s their opinion and they’re entitled to it. some of the players have really done shitty things that make me uncomfortable and i don’t blame anyone for having a negative reaction to it, and the team as a whole. but it’s not fair to be so rude and disrespectful and expect the hawks fans to be nice in return, but that’s how this fandom works. it’s a vicious cycle and it starts up whenever big events take place. the playoffs being one of them.
this was so far from coherent, i’m sorry, but what i want to finish with is: just follow blogs that like the hawks. there’s some really nice ppl that still love the players and the team and even when everyone’s hating, they’ll be rooting for them, and making edits,gifs, ect. it’s hard to avoid all hate though, because inevitably, some of it might make it’s way to ur dash but don’t let it bring you down. i stopped letting it bother me. to a degree, i was internalizing the entire fandom’s hate at one point, and it was really depressing and weird. then i realized, i don’t have to think like them to like other teams outside of the hawks. i’ll tolerate their opinions as long as they respect mines. a lot of the times, i won’t follow ppl so i can avoid seeing their opinions but i might check out their blog for content and stuff. that way, i won’t have to deal with the extra hawks hate.
don’t stop loving something that makes you happy, anon. as long as you’re not hurting anyone, i think it’s ok to love what you love. let the hate roll off your back, take it from a dceu fan that lives in an mcu world. just enjoy what you love and try to avoid the negativity.
// Long story short (kinda lol) There was a video taken/posted today of him coming back from a trip and basically it show him being forced to run away from fans. Like his manager deadass just told him to fucking run (according to comments) and it’s a good thing he did because most of the video is like girls screaming, chasing, & trying to film him. (Like this one girl is shrieking and I’m just like ????????) It’s really heartbreaking to watch tbh – but as mentioned in my tags, I’m not gonna link it since I don’t really wanna spread saesaeng material…
No one knows what they're doing. You have an awesome blog regardless!
You, dear Anon, are sweet!
I just feel so disconnected from people when I don’t want to be–y’know? If there was a type of chatroom (like on dA) that tumblr had for blogs, I’d definitely be in it for this very reason. Cause I know I update really slow and not as often as other people do–but I’m constantly here and thinking about everything.
WARNINGS: SMUT, DADDYKINK, CHEATING/ADULTERY, STEPDAUGHTER/STEPDAD FANTASY
DISCLAMIER: Just to clarify, Negan and the OC are not in any way BLOOD related, this is purely fantasy and taken from the plotlines of many ‘videos’ *wink*.
“Bye guys don’t have too much fun today!” you heard your mother call out, as your teeth clenched harder onto the white pillow. Negan had two fingers thrusting into you hard and fast, calling out to his unknowing wife. “Bye honey!” he shouted back, before turning his attention back to you. His eyes fixated on your shaking body, he love you see you whimpering below him, his dirty girl. He lay at the side of you, your legs spread wide for him. You heard the door shut, releasing out of the pillow, letting your moans escape your mouth. “Oh fuck!” you moaned, looking up at Negan. You slid your hand down your body, rubbing small circles on your clit, feeling your release building up.
This had all started a while after Negan and your mom had got married. They began to argue a lot, your mom making him spend his nights on the couch. Negan began to get sexually frustrated, spending his evenings in grimy strip clubs, just to get his fix of naked tits and ass. Your mom caught on, wondering why he was always out and where his money was going to. You had been the one to discover where Negan always snuck off too, knowing you could use it to your advantage. Negan had never been very fatherly towards you, not that you expected him to or cared. You had only found out that it was because he thought you were hot, which the feeling was returned. You began to tease him when you found out, making sure he always caught you in your cheerleading outfit practicing. You would always touch him whenever you were alone, shoving a hand down his boxers, teasing him. He always gave you a glare but you knew he enjoyed the chance of being caught. It added excitement to your relationship; your mom had many men before Negan, now it was your turn.
“Don’t stop, fuck!” you exclaimed, feeling yourself clench around his fingers. You gave a large moan, juice gushing down Negan’s hand, looking proud of himself. “Damn, babygirl. Never seen you squirt like that.” He smiled, looking at the wet bed sheets below you. He adjusted himself, unbuttoning his jeans, pulling his erect cock out. You slid further down the bed, face in front of his crotch. You took the base into your hands, giving a sloppy kiss to the leaking head. Licking a stripe on the underside, he grasped a large chuck of hair, so he could watch as your head bobbed up and down. “Fuck babygirl, you’re so fucking good at that.” He moaned, gritting his teeth together. “I love the taste of daddy’s cock.” You giggled, looking directly into his eyes. He groaned, throwing his head back onto the pillows at the top of the bed. You began to quicken your pace, feeling Negan grab onto your hair more forcefully. “Alright sweetheart, don’t wanna blow my load yet.” He said, wrapping his arms around your torso, throwing you underneath him.
Taking his cock in his hands, Negan lined up to your opening and began at a slow pace. “Fucking faster, daddy!” you whimpered, feeling a need for his rough touch. You tightened your legs around his waist, making him go deeper, filling you up even more. “Fuck, you’re my dirty fucking girl baby.” He growled, attacking your neck with bites and kisses. “Be careful daddy, wouldn’t want my neck covered with bruises.” You laughed, digging your fingernails into his shoulders, leaving little crescent moon shapes.
The sound of skin meeting skin got louder as Negan went harder, at your request. You felt your second orgasm building up; you knew Negan was going to cave soon. “Come on daddy, fill me up. I wanna feel you inside me.” Negan moaned, starting to get sloppier. He growled as you felt his warm cum enter you. He pulled out, his cock still leaking on to your lower stomach. You scooped some of his cum onto your fingers, sucking them for Negan’s enjoyment.
“I fucking love you doll. Shit. My dirty fucking girl.”
Six hours later, Sam still hadn’t broken, but you were getting closer by the minute. You’d used every toy except for the dildo so far, and after the first three hours, you’d allowed him to move from the chair to the bed after removing the cock ring. Every thirty minutes you made Sam swallow a mouthful of ice water. Even soulless, Sam was still vulnerable to dehydration.
Sam was lying prone on the bed in front of you, thick leather cuffs adorned his wrists, strapping his arms above his head, and his naked torso glistened in the lamplight. You’d steadily gotten rougher, more aggressive, but Sam hadn’t used any of the safewords yet. He was definitely putting up a fight about begging, if anything he was getting angry because you hadn’t given in and decided to ride him yet.