What I’ve always found funny is how many inclusionists say “What about pan and nb people1!!1” when exclusionists say the full acronym is LGBT.
Meanwhile, most of their popular ‘long’ acronyms (LGBTQIA or LGBTQQIAA for example) don’t even give pan and nb people their own letter? They’re forced to be stuck under 'q*eer’ even if they don’t want to. Meanwhile, the proposed full acronym exclusionists prefer (LGBTPN) does?
So stop using 'stop forcing pan/nb people under the bi/trans labels!1!1 not all like that!1!’ when most of you guys are forcing pan and nb people under the q*eer even if they don’t like it (or a +, which is really a cheap afterthought tbh. It’s like you’re amounting them to 'that guy’ you can never remember the name of)
Nessian is my soul and heart but you made me ship Mesta so much too?! Now I want them all to be together forever and love each other even though I know it's canon impossible. (I'm kind of ashamed of myself that I left out Azriel because he and Mor basically belong together?? Nevermind, he can do his super secret stuff and live with them whenever he wants :D)
Mwahahaha. people telling me I made them ship mesta genuinely adds years to my life bless you. I mean it’s not impossible you just have to do some….serious gymnastics to get it to work but…I can make it work. And anyway this is the beauty of fic and fandom. We can appreciate the canon ships and love them and appreciate the story they’re told in (and I do, oh god I do I love all the main ships so much) but we can also…extend things a little to suit ourselves and this is how you get fun little things like mesta that I enjoy too. And if you want to ship the three (four? if we do include Az) in a little poly ship well why the fuck not dude?
((but yes this speaks to my moriel trash heart because they do belong together, yes they do.))
I don’t care if this hurts anyone’s feelings, I am sick and tired of seeing this crap!
Why can’t people leave boy positivity posts alone? Why can’t boys have something that makes them feel good about themselves without some ugly, entitled woman who can’t stand the fact that something isn’t about her for once commenting about how “gross” boys are and “lol I think you mean girls ;)”. Like shut up, that crap isn’t cute, I don’t care how many likes/reblogs you get from your nasty little followers, you aren’t being cool. It’s immature and disrespectful.
You want to spread positivity for girls, fine. You can either reblog the hundreds of posts on this site dedicated to girls or make your own. Don’t hijack or derail a positive post MEANT FOR BOYS/MEN just because you never grew out of your cooties phase. Like can you people just shut up for once and let boys have their positivity posts. Let them be happy, let them feel good about themselves. So many issues that boys face are often overlooked (often because of misconception that either these problems don’t exist) and honestly for you to go and add your unnecessary negative comments to boy positivity posts shows me that you’re just heartless and selfish and I fear for the well-being of anyone involved in your life.
If you have to derail a post meant for boys or put boys down for your girl “positivity” then I think you need to look over the definition of the word “positive” again cause dang somewhere along the way it became twisted. I’m sorry boys loving themselves and being loved bothers you so much.
“This is ridiculous,” Dean mutters as he rolls out his mat, side-eyeing the fuck out of his brother. His sweatpants are already sticking to his legs with the heat of the room, and for the first time in his life, he wishes he’d worn shorts. “I’m gonna suffocate,” he declares. “I’m gonna die doing hot yoga and it’s gonna be embarrassing.”
Sam rolls his eyes. “Would you calm down?”
“Ha!” Dean scoffs. “Easy for you to say. Look at you, with your goddamn hippie man bun and your short shorts and—”
“—These are regular shorts, Dean—”
“And with your fuckin’ tank top you’re in your natural habitat! Jesus, Sam, you’re like the king of the motherfucking granolas!”
“And you’re being a little bitch,” Sam counters, getting himself set up and sitting, cross-legged, to center himself. He closes his eyes. “The physio said this is the best thing for your shoulder, so we’re here. Now shut your trap and take it like a man.”