tw: bullying

anonymous asked:

A Drabble with Lance saying replying to something actually horrifying with "Don't worry, I'm used to it."

AHHH I’m so sorry this took me so long, I couldn’t think of anything for this! 

I’m not sure how I feel about this tbh 

Mentions Of Bullies 

Lance had always grown up with bullies. Throughout elementary school, to middle school, to high school they were always there. 

They only started getting physical in high school. Lance hide it from his parents, he would make sure that they never found out. He knew that they wouldn’t be able to stop them and they didn’t have enough money to move Lance to a new school. I guess I better get used to it. And he did. 

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Moving to the Garrison was the best decision of Lance’s life. He had the best roommate ever, a strange communication buddy and he was far away from his old bullies. However his bullies were quickly replaced by his officers. 

It wasn’t hard for Lance to learn about the pilot prodigy Keith. Every teacher and officer made sure Lance knew he was a replacement to Keith. Everything Lance did was always “Keith did better” or “Don’t forget you’re only here because Keith dropped out.” Lance never got “Good job Lance!” 

Oh well, better get used to it. 

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Lance didn’t have to deal with ‘bullies’ when he became part of Voltron, the team and Alteans were usually pretty good at being nice to him. 

However not everybody was nice to Lance. 

They had just gotten done saving a planet when the all landed to meet the aliens. Each alien was about 9 feet tall and looked like they could lift a schoolbus. They also didn’t look the friendliest.

As soon as Lance stepped out of his lion he was targeted by them. He didn’t know exactly what they were saying all he knew is he flew too close to their sacred tomb.  

Lance tuned them out as they scolded him, maybe I shouldn’t save everyone.

After about 10 minuets of them telling him what he did wrong and how they didn’t understand why Voltron pick him out of everyone, Lance walked to his lion and flew away.  

The rest of the team immediately followed Lance, barely even saying goodbye to the aliens they recently saved. 

Once up in their lions the team tried to speak to Lance, who hadn’t said anything the entire time 

“Lance don’t believe what they said. You’re a fantastic pilot and a great asset to the team.” Shiro prayed that his words reached Lance. 

“I agree with Shiro, even though we fight I still believe that you amazing.” Keith flew Red around Blue to try to get a response. 

“Lance you’re like another brother to me. You can’t believe what those freaks said about you.” Pidge attempted to keep their hands steady as they fumed with anger for what happened to Lance . 

“Lance, buddy, you’re my best friend. I know you and you are amazing. I need you to understand this, okay? Lance? Can you answer me?” Hunk was trying not to freak out, but he was starting to freak out. 

After a few moments of silence Lance finally spoke “Don’t worry, I’m used to it.” Lance turned his coms off. 

The team was speechless. How could Lance be used to being yelled at? How could he easily take the blame for something he didn’t do? 

“When we get back to the castle, everyone report to the common room, we need to discuss what to do with Lance.” Shiro watched Blue fly in front of the group and narrowed his eyes. He wasn’t sure why Lance was like this but he would fight to make sure Lance was happy. 

Like I said I’m not very happy with this.

I hope you like it though! 

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a/n: please remember if you are being bullied, you don’t have to suffer in silence. please tell someone, i promise it will make things better, don’t let anyone dull your sparkle. you’re perfect just the way you are, no matter your orient, sexuality, size, gender etc. make sure you smile today :) you deserve to be happy x

anonymous asked:

You can choose to write this or not but consider! :0 a bully shoves Jeremy against a locker which causes his nose to bleed and then protective Michael

I’m not going to write a really big thing for this, but I’m going to write a thing. 

Setting: Freshman Year (It’s okay if you sang this in Rich’s voice in your head because I did too)

High school, Michael thinks, is far too big and far too confusing for a mind that is still trapped in the comfort of middle school. He’s spent the better half of five minutes trying to navigate around students far larger than himself in order to find Jeremy’s locker. 

When the masses of students begin to dwindle, Michael realizes he’s running short on time, but he has to find Jeremy first. They made a pact on the first day to always meet up after every class no matter what. To them, this isn’t just high school; it’s also survival. 

Now that there aren’t what feels like thousands of students crowding around, it doesn’t take Michael long to spot Jeremy at his locker, but Jeremy’s not alone.

In front of Jeremy is a towering red-head who does not appear friendly at all. Michael watches as the red-head shouts at Jeremy, but then the next few seconds appear to Michael’s narrowed eyes as if in slow motion. 

Jeremy turns his back on the red-head to open his locker, but the red-head doesn’t leave. Instead, he shoves two palms against Jeremy’s back, forcing the brunet face-first into the locker. 

Michael’s blood begins to boil, and a dangerous red colors over his normally welcoming eyes. Time shifts back to normal just as he starts toward the two. 

“Hey!” 

Both Jeremy and the red-head look toward Michael, and Michael allows a brief moment of fear when he spots the blood seeping out from Jeremy’s hand that’s cupped over his nose before anger takes center hold within his chest once more. He stalks up to the red-head with his hands curled into fists at his side, and then he swings. 

Here’s a perk of being left-handed: people never see a punch coming. Michael’s knuckles crash against the red-head’s cheek, and said boy stumbles backwards, eyes wide in surprise. 

For a moment, no one moves, and the three fall deathly silent, save Michael’s harsh panting as adrenaline courses through his body. But, after a few moments, the red-head laughs. 

“You’ve got some serious balls, freshie.” 

Michael steps around until he’s planted in front of Jeremy as a human shield, and he narrows his eyes, staring dangerously at the red-head. 

“Chill, dude. I’m leaving.” 

Michael and Jeremy watch as the red-head turns on his heel and walks off, and it’s only when the guy is out of sight that Michael spins around pushes up slightly on his toes to get a better look at Jeremy’s nose. 

Despite the blood and bruising, Jeremy smiles, and Michael frowns at this, briefly wondering if perhaps Jeremy hit his head. 

“Dude, that was so awesome! Thank you.” Jeremy says, voice a spitting image of someone in awe. 

Michael rocks back on his heels, and his lips curl up into a wide smile. “I’ve got your back.” 

anonymous asked:

Concept: Lance with glasses. He always wore contacts so no one knew. Maybe people used to call him 'four-eyes' so he doesn't feel as comfortable wearing them around other people like Pidge. Then one day his eyes really hurt or are dry from lack of sleep so he has to wear them. Queue everyone being like: 'Whaaaattt?? You have glasses?' Or 'Why do you have Pidge's glasses?' and poor Lance is just so uncomfortable.

My poor boy :( 

Mentions of bullying 

Lance was around 6 when he first got his glasses. His eyes weren’t the best and he would always get his family members messed up and couldn’t read the board in class, no matter how close he sat to it. 

His father took him to get his eyes checked and even helped him pick out a pair of glasses. Lance thought that that they were the coolest thing ever. 

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“Move it four eyes.” Lance was shoved to the ground. His books and glasses scattering around the school yard. Lance started to stand up but was ‘accidently’ pushed back down by the kids. 

Lance fought back tears as he tried to stand up. He started to move to his glasses but as his hands reached out the them he heard a crack. Lance squinted as the boy that was towering above him, his foot on his glasses. 

“Whoops, sorry about that Lance.” Lance started crying as the boys laughed at him. 

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Lance went home that day in tears. He didn’t want his parents to know but they obviously knew. His mother demanded to know what happened but Lance wouldn’t tell at first. He didn’t want to be labeled as weak to his own parents. However he eventually broke under their pressure and he told them about his bullies. He begged his parents not to tell the school or his siblings. 

His parents looked at him with sad eyes and told him they will do what needs to be done. 

The next day Lance was taken to get new glasses and contacts. 

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Lance always tried to wear his contacts, he didn’t want people to know about his glasses. The only person on the team that knew about Lance’s glasses was Hunk. After all they did share a room together at the Garrison, Lance couldn’t hide it from him. 

Unfortunately homesickness consumed him to the point where he started to lose sleep. It wasn’t uncommon for Lance to wake up with dry skin and eyes, everything hurting from his head down to his toes. 

Lance rubbed his eyes and walked into his bathroom. He stared down at his contact case then shifted his eyes to where his glasses sat. 

He debated putting his contacts in, but his eyes hurt that morning. The light seem to make his eyes burn and his eyes felt dry no matter how many times he blink. 

He stared at his glasses, They team won’t care. He grabbed them and got changed and walked to the dining room. 

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He heard the team before he saw them. They were all laughing and talking excitedly. Lance smiled to himself, just like his family. 

Lance entered the room and sat down in his usual seat next to Keith. 

Keith glanced at Lance then looked at Lance. He just stared at Lance. 

Lance shifted in his seat uncomfortably. “Umm good morning?” 

“Why do you have Pidge’s glasses?” Keith asked, his eyes staring at the metal that surround Lance’s eyes. 

“I don’t, they’re mine.” Lance looked down at the table. Damnit I knew this would happen. 

Something that Lance wanted to keep in a small conversation turned into the topic of discussion among the paladins. 

Keith looked at Pidge “Hey Pidge, do you have an extra pair of glasses?” He gestured to Lance. 

“No…Oh my, Lance you have the same pair as me??? I guess that makes you a nerd just like me!” She smiled brightly at him. 

Lance bit his cheek. Everyone was gushing over his glasses, except Hunk who was staring at Lance with concern. 

Lance started to fold in on himself slightly, they were just glasses. 

Hunk took notice to how Lance was reacting and cleared his throat. “Good morning Lance! How’d you sleep?” 

Lance looked at Hunk and smiled. “I slept alright, what about you?” 

“I slept pretty good, ready for the day?” 

Lance smiled “Yes! I’ll beat you to the training deck!” Lance took off running. 

Hunk smiled and looked at his teammates who looked confused? Maybe that wasn’t the right word but the looked off. 

Hunk exhaled and faced the team. “Guys Lance is really insecure about his glasses, he was bullied a lot for them in school. Just don’t bring attention to them when he wear them.” Hunk gave a small smile and ran out of the room. 

The team looked at each other and the all mutually agreed to act like Lance wasn’t even wearing glasses. 

I honestly hate how I ended this :/ 

Sorry it took so long

I relate to this a lot. When I got my glasses last year everyone thought they were fake and would always take them during class. I hated it. 

Thank you for this 

For an organization of supposedly compassionate beings, the Jedi Order sure has a lot of bullying. What’s especially interesting is that most of the perpetrators are ‘righteous’ or ‘popular aggressor’ bullies. While many bullies are low status people looking for attention or a measure of power, righteous bullies are usually higher status individuals reinforcing the existing social order. More over, they often do so with the tacit approval of authority figures.

Based on the Kanan comics, Caleb Dume was bullied during his time at the Temple. Caleb asked a lot of uncomfortable questions to the visible annoyance of his instructors and his peers took advantage of it. 

In this scene Caleb asks a question and his classmate physically assaults him while turning it into a ‘lesson.’ Yoda breaks it up when Caleb starts bleeding, but he doesn’t reprimand his attacker, he just sends Caleb off to get medical attention. She continues to bully Caleb throughout the arc, calling him names, belittling him, and spreading malicious rumors about him and his mentor. The narrative heavily implies that she’s jealous that he’s such a gifted student despite being younger and is bullying him to reestablish her ‘rightful’ authority over him. 

The same thing happens to Obi-Wan & Anakin comic. 

Anakin is a more talented Force-user than these kids who’ve been studying it there whole lives, so they remind him of why he’ll always be beneath them. Once again, their instructors are present, but it is Anakin who is reprimanded and made to apologize when he tries to retaliate. 

The bullying doesn’t stop when Anakin becomes a knight, although it does become more subtle. All throughout The Clone Wars, Anakin is bullies by his Jedi colleagues, yes, including Obi-Wan. During the war, his fellow Jedi: force him to do certain things because they are triggering (the movie, 2.04, 3.11-13); humiliate him in front of his superiors (1.02, 2.05 ) and subordinates (1.06, 2.17); spread malicious rumors (2.06); and belittle him (too many instances to count, thanks, Obi-Wan). Of course, it’s all done in the name of giving him a lesson, reminding him of his place, or testing to make sure he belongs there. Righteous bullying at it’s finest. 

Shadow People

For today’s Caffeine Challenge #13 (prompts here), I tried to branch out a little with a character a bit different from my usual. This is a little bit horror, too, which is not generally my thing. Warnings for: bullying, physical violence and misgendering.



Leo ran to the side door as soon as the bell rang, shouldering his way through the crush around the lockers and slipping around the corner. The sun—oh thank god—was streaming through the big glass doors as he skidded to a stop and turned to face the white-painted cinderblock wall.

An observer, if such person had existed, would have been interested to see that his shadow was not that of a curly-haired teen. On the wall before him a grey shape stretched and wavered, and baggy jeans became the smooth straight lines of dress slacks. The wrinkled shirtcollar straightened to crisp points, and a hat formed atop the narrow head, wide-brimmed tilted just to one side.

“I’m sorry,” Leo said, clutching his notebooks to his chest. “I know you said not to do this at school, but I saw his truck outside. I think he’s waiting for me.”

The figure on the wall twitched, the shoulders rolled and long-fingered hands splayed wide.

“I know,” Leo said. “I know, but I can’t fight him alone, and if I don’t show up he’ll just go after Jack again, you know he will.” He bit his lip, looking up and down the hall. “I’ve only got a little more time before history, I don’t know what to do.”

More twitching, a ripple traveling up the wall. The hands folded, waved, cupped together like an empty bowl.

The minute bell rang, setting off shrill echoes.

“I’ll do it,” Leo said. “I’ll do anything, you know I’m good for it.”

The figure tipped its hat, then faded, until only Leo’s own outline remained.

He went to class.



He couldn’t concentrate. His leg shook under his desk, his knee jumping up and down like it had a will of its own. He dropped his pencil once, then again, then a third time. The fourth time Frances handed it back to him with a scowl. Leo tried for an apologetic smile, but it didn’t feel right on his face. Too thin, too full of teeth.

He couldn’t take any notes. He worried metal spiral on his notebook instead, flicked the corner of the paper until it turned soft-edged and pieces started coming off. His eyes kept seeking the windows, looking for some sign, but Dallas’ truck would be by the back door, on the other side of the building, and there were too many trees for the Hat Man to get enough contrast for a message.

“Leo,” Mrs. Garner said, “Can you tell me the year President Reagan took office?”

“I…” Leo tried to think. He’d studied this. He’d done the homework. He knew this. But all he could think of was the look of rage on Dallas’ face when Jack yelled back at him, and the shock of the fist in his ribs when Leo had gotten between them.

Half the class was looking at him. Someone sniggered.

If he could get to the hall he could find a good spot and at least check in.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I don’t remember. I think I might be sick.”

Mrs. Garner frowned. “There’s only thirty minutes of school left,” she said. “And if you go to the nurse you’ll lose participation points for today,”

“I know,” he said. “But I really think I might throw up.” He tried to look pathetic and nauseous. It didn’t take much effort. He could feel sweat sliding down his temple.

“Alright,” she said. “Josephine, please escort Leo to the nurse’s office.”

No, no no.

“I can get there myself—” he tried, but she shot him a quelling glance.

“You know the rules, Leo.”

He did. He did. Leo knew all sorts of rules.

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imagine kindaichis actually good friends w/ a bunch of the girls in his class & some fucker gets jealous so he starts this rumour abt him saying hes gay (as if it’s an insult) & ppl start making fun of him and bullying him & one day while hes eating lunch with kunimi one of the bullies walks over and sneers “And who’s this? Your precious little boyfriend?” and kindaichis shaking with anger, with irritation, with hurt, and kunimi has had enough of seeing his best friend bullied like this so he stands up in the middle of kindaichis class, stares the bully dead in the eye and hisses “bitch i might be,” before picking up his bento and slamming it on the guy’s face, sending him reeling backwards and crashing onto the floor.

and as the rest of the class stares at him in shock and mild fear, he straightens up and dusts his hands off calmly, casts a glance around the room, bows slightly and says “pardon the disturbance” and grabs kindaichi’s hand and just drags an absolutely stunned kindaichi out of the classroom with him like nothing out of the ordinary just happened 

The Late Hour of Dawn (Part 1)

Originally posted by sherlockshamballa

Pairing: Bellamy X Reader

Word Count: 2000

Warnings: mentions of self doubt, bullying, and a canon characters suicide. Lots of dark mentions but they don’t make up most of the story

-Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 3-


A thief by nature, its given you a bad reputation around the camp. To find some peace from always having to defend yourself you find the early hour of morning is the best time to do so. However the choice on place is outside of the camps perimeter, and Bellamy is surprisingly slow to fixing that.


You were at your best when you went unnoticed. On the Ark you’d never been good at the whole working together thing, more the slight of hand and run type. It earned a pretty bad reputation with everyone because, well, when you were caught the floors and walls and ceiling were filled with other people’s things. To be fair it was a collection that started generations ago, your parents and your father’s parents just as kleptic before them. But it was you who got caught, so it was only right that you took the fall. Given the excessive amount stolen and your reclusive nature it instigated you never wanted to earn anything and instead would steal at any time for any reason. The only sanctuary you could find from everyone’s judgement now was early in the morning, small bowl of fruits and nuts in your lap, staring off into the pale blue world.

Letting out a big yawn you caught someone’s attention, for the first time peeking a curious interest. Most would brush it off, too tired to investigate, but this person noticed it was outside of the compound, so they rounded to meet you.

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I was going through the Marauders confessions and I read some of them saying that the reason they didn’t like the Marauders was because they were bullied. I was bullied in the 7th grade and one of the only things that made me happy was Harry Potter- especially the Marauders- and it was never triggering or anything for me. I could see both sides, and I could see that the Marauders were more than just what they did to Snape.

The thing about little brothers

It was far too late to be up on a school night, but even as Link fell asleep - looking peaceful and still wearing his glasses, Rhett couldn’t stop his nagging brain. 

He was far from a violent person. He didn’t start fights or watch them, and most of the time he kept to himself. So he’d never experienced the rage and protective instinct he felt when he caught sight of Link on the ground, with John Carson’s boot kicking into his side. 

That was the one and only time that Rhett realized he could punch someone. Or even beat the crap of them. For the most part, Link was fine now, but Rhett could still feel the anger when he closed his eyes and pictured the smug look on Carson’s face. He’d had to work to stop Link from joining in after he’d slammed a fist into John Carson’s gut, breaking that smug look as it sunk in. 

It took the lure of bacon bits to woo his friend into coming over afterward. Link was so sure he was fine and wasn’t keen to face mama Di’s fussing, which Rhett knew from experience could be worse than Sue’s. Unfortunately, the scraped knee and large bruise spoke for him, and Rhett managed to talk him down. 

Giving up on sleep, Rhett hopped out of bed when he saw his brother’s shadow passing by the door - bearing Cole’s broad shoulders.

“What are you doing up?” Rhett asked in surprise, stepping out of his room as he spoke.

Cole scratched his head sheepishly. “I uhh… just got home. Don’t tell mom.”

Out of curiosity he then peered into Rhett’s room at Link. “How’s Neal?” He deflected.

“Fine.” Rhett said, all too quickly. Unfortunately he could tell by his brother’s face that he didn’t believe it. 

“Some jerk he plays with got to him after soccer.” Rhett admitted.

Cole took another look at the sleeping boy in his brother’s room, clearly trying to hide how pissed and concerned his expression now was. “How’d he hold up?”

“I stepped in but he was complaining about not getting a punch in all night.” Rhett vented. 

Cole chuckled in amusement. “That’s the thing about little brothers. They don’t usually need help, but then they figure out you don’t give a shit if they do or not. You’re gonna be there anyway.”

“But what if he’s really annoying?” Rhett asked teasingly, his eyes resting fondly on Link as he leaned against his own door frame.

Cole shrugged. “You’d still be there. Hate to break it to ya.”

Rhett laughed quietly, allowing his brother a rare grin. Their smiles died the second they heard Link stir in his sleep and roll over, resulting in his shirt riding up high enough to reveal the bruise on his side.

“Did you beat the dudes head in?” Cole asked, gritting his teeth at the sight.

Rhett was surprised by the anger in the question, even more so when he looked at his older brother’s eyes and saw Cole staring at Link with the same protectiveness he’d only ever looked at him with. 

“I don’t think he’d do it again anytime soon,” Rhett assured him, lowering his voice when he heard Link make another noise. “I reckon if the rest of the team wasn’t there Link would’ve had a chance.”

“Still don’t give a shit.” Cole growled suddenly, making Rhett raise an eyebrow.

“Hey.” He said in mock defense. “He’s my brother back off.”

Cole snorted. “Oh please. I’ve got both of y’all on my hands.”

Rhett sighed but didn’t deny it as Cole clapped him on the back. “Good going Rhetty boy.”

The talk apparently over, Cole walked off without another word, heading for his room down the hall. Still too wired for sleep, Rhett figured he might as well try anyway, and slipped into his own room. 

Careful not to wake up his friend on the way to bed, Rhett reached his long arm down to gently take Link’s glasses off his face, placing them on a night stand.

“Welcome to the McLaughlin’s, little bro.” He whispered, before finally rolling over to sleep.


This is @wolfspirit00‘s fault because we were talking about brotherly rhink.

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The Host Club would later have a sleepover and watch movies. After he got hit though, the Host Club would constantly cling to Karou for months.

(Just to remind you bullying is not okay! If you bully someone or hurt them in any kind of way, that is not okay. And if you are the victim who is getting bullied, tell them to stop, and if they don’t reach out to someone please! This has been a PSA by a fellow OHSHC lover who has been bullied before.)

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On callouts, positivity, and fandom

I have spent most of the day (and night- I even slept on it) mulling over whether to post this or not- but in the end I feel like I should say something.

To those who don’t know, a fanfiction writer in our Miraculous Ladybug fandom, deleted her fic due to a callout post which caused a lot of people to swoop in and make vicious, nasty, downright rude comments- a callout post which was made before the OP even contacted the fic author to discuss her work! Luckily I saw some rational, kind arguments from both sides, so I haven’t lost all hope. But I will be addressing the negative sides of this debate.

I am not here to talk about the fic itself, I’m not here to discuss “but Midnight! It was problematic” nope. That’s not part of the discussion. I don’t give a damn because at the end of the day, all I saw was a kind person- trying their best- being bullied. One person against hundreds of people. That’s not fair. That’s not right. Imagine how you would feel if that were you? It should not be happening in our fandom. It would be different if this person was deliberately and willfully spreading vitriol and hatred, spreading problematic ideals with the kind of “eff off I do what I want, I’m right and you’re wrong” mentality I’ve seen others possess- and they had a large enough following to essentially “protect” them. That was not the case here. 

This was a case of someone with a large follower count not thinking through the consequences of their words or actions (but has realised as such now and somewhat apologised) and as a result of their callout, discourse, drama, and bullying happened.

I’m here to take a different approach- one of sympathy and compassion. You all know me, it takes a lot for me to get angry and I scarcely ever comment on things like this. Because I despise drama, discourse, or any other version of “shit stirring” as we Brits like to call it.

But this person? The fanfic writer who was vilified by certain people in fandom? Yeah. She happens to be someone I know- and I had to watch her be utterly humiliated in a public, shameful fashion. That- to me- is completely unacceptable. She is a sweet, kind, caring person new to the world of writing, who was trying really hard to improve despite the fact that English is her THIRD language. She is devastated. Ask yourself how you would feel if something like this happened to you?

And now she’s traumatised enough to feel like she never wants to try writing again, despite the fact that I knew full well she was trying to improve the story (talking to actual people who experienced the content she was trying to write) so she could handle the story in a more realistic way- before she was quite ruthlessly called out and became so upset and embarrassed that she just ended up deleting the whole thing, believing that nobody would like her work ever again and that her fanfic writing career is dead.

The sheer hypocrisy of this website astounds me sometimes. How we can so desperately want to “set a good example” for the young people who follow us, and then proceed to do something as thoughtless as starting a witch hunt against one person? How is that better? How does that improve things? How does it “set a good example” to the young people who follow us? You think something in a community is wrong so you proceed to bully someone until they run away? Great job! What ever happened to constructive criticism? That really made this a safe space didn’t it? NOT.

We, as a fandom, are better than this. We should be lifting each other up, not tearing each other down. See something problematic? Critique, discuss, educate. For the love of god we owe it to each other! The world is a shitty, scary place enough as it is without turning on someone who had good intentions but whose execution was skewed.

Lord knows I’ve been triggered by things before in the past. Horrendously triggered- back when trigger warnings weren’t a thing and there was no way to prepare myself. But I didn’t do anything like this because I was always aware that there’s someone on the other end on the screen. There’s a person there.

And that’s what some people forgot yesterday I think- that on the other side of the screen there was a human being- a human being with different experiences to you, different levels of what they find acceptable, a human being looking at the world from perhaps a different lens to yours and their writing reflected as such.

Fanfic writers, by nature, are an island to themselves. We very rarely have anyone filtering our work. It makes sense to call out films, tv shows, media meant for consumption, because those things were seen by tens, if not hundreds, of people before they went to the viewing/paying public- they had a chance to be edited/problematic points considered. Fanfiction writers don’t have that luxury- so perhaps we should be a little more forgiving no?

Fanfiction writers, just like fan artists, are a part of this community too. They are real people. And, as mentioned before, we should be DISCUSSING and critiquing problematic content like rational, mature adults, setting good examples for the generations after us.

This is the last I’m going to say on the matter before I drop it once and for all. Like I said in an earlier post- this blog is a blog of positivity, of sharing love and spreading happiness to all! I believe, and will ALWAYS believe, in making the Miraculous Ladybug fandom a place where people can feel safe, where we spread joy and lift each other up, where we help each other improve in ways we could never possibly dreamed. I didn’t see that yesterday and that’s a shame. But I know we can keep getting better guys! I know we can make it so something  like this doesn’t happen again. I’ve already talked to the OP of the callout post and it was nice and friendly, and civil in the way I expect this fandom to be. OP has publicly apologised for the nature of the callout post and I’m glad for that! See? It doesn’t have to be so drama-llama-ding-dongy! It can be talky-talky-good-good! ^O^

So let’s all take a deep breath, move on, and continue to make this fandom the best one on tumblr ok? ^_^

Between Earth and Hades

Originally posted by driffftttt

Pairing: (Teacher) Erik, (Student) Reader

Word Count: 2000

Warnings: Tiny bit of bullying in the beginning

-Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 3- -Part 4-


Nearly old enough to be leaving high school, your mutant abilities have yet to manifest. In a school rebuilt and starting anew, filled with battered mutants, some are very prejudice against humans the way humans are prejudice against them, bagging a relief for their frustrations on you, the most human of them all. Professor Erik Lehnsherr spots the bullying and decided it’s time you found yourself.


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SOOO …. *RUBS HANDS*

This is the first part of the first tragic event in the Family AU I started with this particular picture.

I know I ONLY mentioned Yuri got bullied for wearing a skirt, but hoooo, boy. There was a heck lot more going on behind the curtains. And Victor didn’t hesitate to kick these asshole’s asses with the big help of his own media fame.

(he’s still a figure ice skating legend. Just before Yuuri and Victor adopted Yuri they retired and work as coaches or ice skating teachers for beginners)

ALSO I’M SORRY BOUT THE THIRD PANEL!!! My writing is awful, so I recreated the scene of the headmaster’s and Yuuri’s conversation with a sketch below. The dialogues are a bit different, but I hope you don’t mind. <3

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This grew out of the Tammy Bruce story. Both she and her defenders have said that she was unaware of the boy’s autism. While that might be true, it is still the reason she targeted him. Most autistic bullying victims are targeted by people who don’t know they’re autistic. Still these bullies are going after them because of their autistic traits.

Tall Tales and Short Stories

Originally posted by super-sootica

Pairing: Gabriel x reader

Words: 1300+

Summary: You manage to befriend the strange janitor at your college.

Based on the request by: @becca-boop1310

Warnings: Bullying

A/N: My hiatus is over. Miss me?

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Your name: submit What is this?

Nobody ever notices the people in the background. Nobody thanks the lunch lady for serving food, nobody asks the librarian how their day was, nobody ever says hello to the janitor. And that’s exactly what Gabriel was counting on.

As the janitor of Crawford Hall University, the Trickster could go anywhere, listen in on anyone, and nobody would bat an eye. It was the perfect disguise, hiding in plain sight. Nobody would ever know, hell nobody would ever ask, who he was.

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