“Thank you, Master.”

(..sometimes you want to show someone how much you appreciate them, but you’re not sure anything you do could measure up to that. But the smallest things can mean a so much..)

  • Yoosung:I'm going our for a walk tonight!
  • 707:You can't
  • Yoosung:Why not?;
  • 707:You mean you've never heard the story of the... hash-slinging slasher??
  • Yoosung:The slash-bringing hasher?
  • 707:the hash-slinging slasher
  • Yoosung:The sash-wringing... the trash thinging... mash flinging... the flash springing, bringing the crash thinging the...
  • 707:
  • 707:Yes.
  • 707:The hash-slinging slasher.

🌲 first 8 pages are now up on @longexposurecomic !!! but can also be read on tapastic, if that’s more your speed. Long Exposure is an ongoing webcomic that focuses around a high school bully and a nerd acquiring superpowers and uh.. falling in love (its real gay). and also a buncha other stuff. there’s more info here!

☠ pages 1-8 are available for free with more coming soon, but 9-16 can be read on patreon RIGHT NOW!! WOW! !! !

thanks for looking 8)

hey heres a post for nb who dont feel like they fit in with wlw and mlm posts

  • nb who are entirely unaligned and 100% gender neutral are cool
  • nb who are attracted to any gender are cool
  • nb who are exclusively attracted to feminine identifying people are cool
  • nb who are exclusively attracted to masculine identifying people are cool
  • nb ace and aro people are cool
  • nb pan or bi people are cool

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Also Google “Seton Hall University the children aren’t real” and scroll down to section C.

I literally don’t care if they’re also a CSA survivor. We don’t get a free pass to create *and share* art that could produce even more CSA survivors. I’m not playing purity police…I just know how to apply common sense to the question “does fictional child pornography put real life kids in danger?” and I also know how to Google that question. Maybe we could talk about adults *unknowingly* looking at a minor’s body if roachpatrol hadn’t been condescending as fuck about “waving a magic wand and making all the people they’ve drawn magically 18” and OBVIOUSLY created child porn for their own pleasure as opposed to coping or venting. But that’s not the case lol. Y'all ugly af

I made a new post because the old one was getting SO LONG.

Random question: you know roach’s pronouns, she’s a woman, that information is everywhere, but you keep using “they” pronouns for her. How come?

I thought you replied in the middle of the night for me, but it turns out I just 100% didn’t see your reblog? Sorry about that dude


Right, so those things you just cited aren’t what we’re talking about. They’re just straight up different issues in different situations. When I said “as far as I know fanfic has never hurt any actual children” I meant fanfiction, not an institutionalized, commoditized, and publicly visible genre.

For example, loli & shota is a massive, extremely profitable, extremely influential industry rooted in a whole lot of toxicity and, often, misogyny. Roachpatrol is one lady on the internet who, once you strip down all the accusations, has posted two or three drawings of underage. In years. At the height of the homestuck fandom. If you’re going to accuse everyone who has drawn or written underage characters having sex, that’s some massive percentage of almost every fandom with teenaged main characters that’s ever existed. All of those people are pedophiles, including a lot of people who are themselves underage. Every single one. Seriously?

It also seems like it’s time for the definitions game. The crime of pedophilia is sexual contact with a prepubescent minor, statutory rape is sexual contact with a pubescent minor. Both very bad, but they’re different things and are bad for different reasons. Pedophilia is bad for reasons that should hopefully be REALLY OBVIOUS, statutory rape is thus because people who are sexually mature are not also mentally mature, and aren’t mentally prepared for sex. Therefore, laws exist to protect them.

But by definition, attraction to pubescent people under the age of consent does not make you a pedophile. Adult brains can be attracted to teenagers because they see the sexual maturity, the same as they would with another adult, and it’s up to the adult to be a good person and go “okay but that particular human is young and I should Stay Away™.”

Pedophilia is a super-serious accusation that you should not wildly swing around. Because then, when an actual pedophile comes along and they get accused of it, people have to start asking the question “okay is this the real deal or is this a person who drew fictional characters doing the do on the internet.”

I think the major rift in this debate stems from “should there be depictions of teenagers having sex on the internet.” I dunno about anyone else, but when I was a teenager reading about teenagers having sex, it wasn’t some covert, dirty topic I was seeking out to cope with trauma. (I mean, it WAS covert and dirty, but that’s because growing up, all sex was bad and dirty to think about before you were married.) I was a teenager, I wanted to know how I felt about sex, I read smut with people my age I could relate to and saw how I felt about it. (Turns out I’m asexual, so there’s that.)

Whether the person who wrote it was a teenager or adult didn’t really matter to me. Actually, I take that back! Adults usually wrote stuff that was higher quality, had healthier portrayals of consent (or lack thereof), and had more realistic ideas of what a healthy or unhealthy relationship looked like. Being from the deepest part of the Bible Belt, fanfiction was literally my entire sex ed, starting with “so what even is a period.” If it’d just been teens writing that stuff I’d probably be worse off because I would’ve just been learning from other teenagers with their own swamp of misconceptions and unhealthy approaches.

Look, out here in real life, adults writing fanfiction about teenagers helped me, a human being. I know a lot of people who have the exact same story I do. There’s the “coping with trauma” argument, but that’s different from just learning about your own sexuality, you know?

I’m so defensive of roachpatrol because I have watched her help a lot of real-life survivors who came asking for help, and because her stories were really important to teenager!me, both to help with the shredder noise and just figure out all this weird sex(?????) stuff that was going on in my brain. Roach has helped a lot of people, the world is demonstrably a better place because of what she does!!

Please, point to a real person that she or her art has hurt, and bring receipts. Then tell me how any of this is helping them.

Yankity Spankity

Ok. So. I literally have no excuse for this other than the original post made me laugh so hard and my dear friend @thehexperiment is an enabler and wonderful beta. This is like, the shhitpost-iest thing I’ve ever written, and lordy, was it fun but difficult. It was inspired by a zodiac post about which line from 50 Shades you are, and I thought one sounded very nalu-esq, and then another, and another, and it turned into a challenge, I guess? So all of the following phrases can be found in this… whatever it is lol. 

Post link: http://waterjugs.tumblr.com/post/150060277835/the-signs-as-50-shades-of-grey-quotes

Lucy gets handcuffed to a street meter and let’s be real, it’s only an average day when you’re dating Natsu Dragneel in NYC. Did she mention he was a cop?

Pairing: Nalu, Fairy Tail

Words: 4148

Rating: T

Part: One Shot

Natsu was so dead.

Like, ‘Lucy would have to call Juvia and Levy to help her bury the remains of his stupidly perfect body’ dead.

“Natsu Dragneel!” Lucy screamed, metallic clacks urging on her rage as the handcuff banged around the metal of the street meter. “You get your stupid ass back here or so help me God!” She continued to screech at his retreating back. She watched as he ran faster, and blew her an apologetic kiss as he rounded a corner.

Lucy released a loud noise of anger directed at the sky. A small child looked at her with worried eyes before their mother tugged them along sharply, tapping away on her phone urgently with one hand. Lucy’s love-hate relationship with New York was leaning more into the hate aspect right now.

“Bye.” She muttered to herself, mocking Natsu’s departing squeak. “What the hell do I say to my boss. ‘Hi, sorry my piece is late, my boyfriend gently handcuffed me to a street meter and then said ‘bye’.’” Lucy hissed to herself, tugging futilely on the metal encircling her one wrist. “He’s so not getting laid for a fucking week.”

Lucy toed her bag closer, the large tote tipping on it’s side and spilling her phone onto the sidewalk, along with a tube of lip gloss, several pens, and a dog eared paperback. She bent down with a sigh, trying to kick her contents back into the canvas bag after she had retrieved her phone. She glared dangerously as she noticed a young man with blonde hair eyeing her purse, nodding to herself as she watched him shrug deeper into his grey hoodie and scurry away.

“Levy, I need you to come to the corner of twelfth and twentieth. And bring Gajeel’s spare handcuff key.” Lucy sighed heavier as she heard her friend’s baffled voice turn amused.

“Why? What did Natsu do now?”


“Your boyfriend’s an idiot.” Levy chirped, background noise alerting Lucy to Levy leaving her apartment.

“You don’t know the half of it Lev,” Lucy whined, frowning as she shuffled her bag securely between her ankles, and safely protected from more threatening and broke twenty somethings. “When I woke up from a nap two days ago Natsu had managed to somehow get an orange in my mouth. A whole orange! I still don’t know how.” Lucy groaned under her breath and let her head fall forward to rest on the top of the parking meter she was now leaning on.

“… Was it a small orange?”

“Levy Ashley Mae McGarden you swore to me you would never bring that up!” Lucy banged her forehead on the unyielding metal. Her handcuffed clanked in sympathy.

“I don’t know what you mean, Lucy.” Levy hummed innocently.

“I was drunk off of that contraband vodka Cana brought us.” Lucy defended weakly. “I don’t even remember it.”

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