real children

People, this was NEVER just about Bluepulse; this was about the greater potential for trauma that can occur when someone who is not yet developmentally mature is exposed to sexually explicit behaviour directed at them, REGARDLESS of the intent of the older person regarding the well-being of the kid, REGARDLESS of the relative maturity of the kid in relation to their peers (guess what; a ‘mature’ 13-yr-old is still in fact a 13-yr-old).

So not only have you had this explained to you again and again, that romanticizing a ship between a 13-yr-old and a 16-yr-old could be legitimizing an idea that is dangerous to children in real life, but you pushed the person you forced to explain to tell you how that idea literally hurt her when she was a child … and then you used that trauma to dismiss her point.

I’m not playing around; if you ship Bluepulse you need to block me, bc I sure as hell don’t want you around if you’re not only going to support a toxic ship, but also willing to actively piss on someone who has literally had to deal with the traumatic consequences romanticized by that ship. You can’t say it’s ‘just fiction’ or w/ever, bc you were given a real-life example and you ignored it bc the ship was more important than the well-being of its potential victims. Assholes.

I don’t even have just one “son” anymore. Now it’s more like “a medium sized army of jilted, underappreciated grown ass men that I need to wrap in blankets and shield from the world.”

2

Self indulgent edgy dads doodle before bed // Gabriel’s inaccurate height is intentional // Try to stop me ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

5

the oblivion continues

(and it starts here)

4

Nico was in border patrol, but it was just so he could  be surprised.

Can you believe this could be the first time Nico can celebrate his birthday with people that like him since his mother died? :))

2

The Baudelaire’s refusal to be grateful for their unfortunate events seemed like such a good message for kids - so I made a thing.

real talk why do i find this jerkwad so attractive?

he has a gold tooth, a Southern accent thicker than sausage gravy, and he treats children like objects and tortures a guy but the whole time I was watching this movie I was like hmmmmmmmmmm whenever he was on screen

do i just have a thing for people with metal arms????

8

An AU where everything is all fine and dandy, and they go to school like normal kids do?? that’s all I ask for c’mon

Part 2

  • *Ravenclaw volunteering to babysit with Hufflepuff*
  • Child: I miss my mommy.
  • Ravenclaw: We'd all rather be with our mommies right now but, that's just life. It sucks, doesn't it?
  • Hufflepuff: I don't think you should talk to a child like that.
  • Ravenclaw: Well someone has to prepare them for the real world.
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When you go into the fandom having innocence for it like a child. But later losing it when you go too deep and becoming scarred for life of the shit people make. (Or liking it. Hey you do you)

P.S Please children don’t sin

ryden 21/365
look at them being all adorable and happy. this is all i need in life pls god let me have it.

some holt family headcanons bc im die whenever i think abt them and the poster had me???? emotional here we go

  • matt and pidge have that thing where one of them poses a theoretical science question out of the blue and the other responds to it without fail
    • matt asks most of the time
    • “[drops fork on plate in the middle of eating dinner] do u think everett’s many-worlds interpretation of quantum mechanics has a world where the theory itself doesn’t exist and therefore disputes the whole reality of multiple universes coexisting w one another altogether and only has that one universe existing alone?”
    • “i mean given that the whole point of the multiple universe theory is that there’s gonna be at least one universe where something that’s real in one isn’t real in an-”
    • “children we’re eating”
  • one time mama holt got matt and pidge’s names mixed up while she was calling them for dinner and accidentally screamed “MATIE” and they never let her forget it
  • whenever pidge invents something she always Always shows it to matt first and each and every single time he gasps and his eyes light up and he just holds the thing in awe saying “what the fuck???? what the fuck What the Fuck WHAT!!!!!!” and pidge just has the biggest cheesiest grin on her face
  • every time matt and papa holt go out to head to the garrison pidge and mama holt stand by the open door w their dog and watch them go
    • matt and papa holt look back at them at least twice and smile and wave both times. pidge and mama holt always wave back no matter what
  • whenever they go out on a family date pidge and matt always walk behind their parents bc they love seeing them hold hands
  • pidge and matt might do literally anything for every single member of their family but they also roast them to no end???
    • “i know u love those peas dad” was only the tip of the iceberg
    • mom holt: u two watch too much ancient aliens matt: i saw u marathon 12 michael jackson conspiracy theory videos in a row mom mom holt: he’s alive, matthew
    • dad holt: each and every single star we see is in our sky is distinct and unique in its nature and interchanging them w one another is pure atrocity pidge: dad just last night u confused astronomy w astrology
    • their dog: sighs matt & pidge at the same time: same
    • matt: [flipping thru pidge’s baby pic album] darwin’s theory of evolution is so beautiful :)
    • matt: [trying to style his hair by constantly ruffling it on the dining table before heading to the garrison] pidge, eating her peas: this is the most intense form of pretentious dishevelment i have ever seen in my life

This post was triggered by something that @roachpatrol​ said over here about the expectation for girls to be sweet and clean and harmless:

Holy shit, if I was eight years younger and wandering into fandom for the first time, I can guarantee that the culture right now would’ve fucked me up and ground me down and taken away all my healthy outlets.

Picture: you are a girl at the tender young age of mumbledyteen. Up until this point you have been taught that all dark thoughts are literally hand-delivered into your head by the devil, and that the only correct method of dealing with negativity is to ignore them and pray harder. Concentrate on what is good and righteous and pure to the exclusion of all else, this is how you be a good person.

You are also a fully-functioning human being, one who can feel stressed or lonely or angry or any number of bad things. Mostly, with emotions that are still working themselves out, you feel this rumbling, white-hot white noise under everything, all the time. Sometimes it rolls in like a thunderstorm and everything else gets drowned out, and sometimes it’s only quietly muttering in the distance. Either way it’s always there, and the sound shreds uncomfortably at the inside of your brain.

When you were younger, before you were in charge of your own media consumption, your brain would shred up a myriad of saccharine stories to try and match the noise of the shredder in your head. Bad things happening, people getting hurt, characters trapped in unhealthy relationships of all kinds.

Fanfiction, the product of a hundred thousand other mumbledyteens whose brains are all screaming the same way, makes something in your brain go ping

Unfortunately, if the planet had ever been united on any single message, it was probably that no matter how you feel: 1) your feelings weren’t unique 2) they didn’t matter 3) they didn’t matter because they weren’t unique, they were shared among millions of hysterical, worthless teenaged girls just like you.

Fandom was confirmation of the first, but (with some hiccups along the way) outright rejection of the last two. Fuck you, our feelings do matter, and this is a story just for us.

A disclaimer: these aren’t good stories, otherwise they wouldn’t have to be defended. Their flavor of topic is not within societally acceptable bounds. Fictional characters have sex and get tortured and raped and abused, but their screaming harmonizes with the pitch of the shredder when it’s burrowing deepest.


As a teenager I never thought that my feelings were important enough to deal with, but these stories let me look at them sideways. Audience catharsis is the whole point of tragedy, after all.

And hell, these days I’m a happy, healthy adult who barely even has the urge to go looking for whump fic when I’ve had a bad week. I’m not going to forget just how much bad stuff that fic helped me air out, though, not ever. (Not to mention that thanks to all of those abuse!fics, I can recognize an unhealthy relationship at 500 paces, even if the fictional abuse was depicted as something loving and romantic. Abusers in real life don’t go around with helpful warning tags on their sleeves anyway.)

But holy shit, can you imagine if I’d found fandom as it is today.

Yes, your church is right, your family is right. Horrible things in stories are only there because they were written by horrible people, and they’re only popular because horrible people read them. The very concepts they address corrupt everything they touch.

That shredder in your head, the one that takes innocent cartoons but then shits out sadness and mayhem? That’s disgusting, you’re disgusting. How dare you think about minors having underaged sex, you minor? How dare you consider another person getting hurt? Your feelings don’t matter, they aren’t unique, they’re shared with all kinds of worthless shitbags just like you.

Every ounce of what you read and write and enjoy is going to be weighed for sin and tested for purity. You know, just like the rest of your life, except this time there’s no deity who’s handing out second chances.

Maybe that’s what bothers me most about all of this. It’s the same petty fandom bullshit as always, but “you’re wrong for liking a ship because IT WILL NEVER BE CANON” is a hell of a lot easier to laugh off when you’re young than “you’re wrong for liking a ship because YOU’RE AN ABUSIVE PEDOPHILE AND IF SOMETHING BAD HAPPENS IT’S YOUR FAULT FOR PERPETUATING IT.”

My fault, my bad thoughts, no outlet for any of them. The message to repress all the bad things so I can look like a good person, but my brain is so full of unprocessed shit that it’s solidified. Nobody actually saved any real children, but my brain sure is getting a second dose of fucked-up.

Are the people getting attacked going to be okay, will they be able to go and address their braingremlins somewhere else? I’d also ask if the people doing the attacking are okay, with all of the denial and repression they must deal with, but it seems like they’ve got venting pretty well handled by taking it out on strangers. 

Hey, c’mon, calm down friends. I bet I’ve read a story that’s got a character screaming at just the same pitch you are.

It helps to read one of those and harmonize your voices, I promise.