AITA for making a post about an adult making a sexual comment under one of my sfw work posts as a minor?
FYI, sorry for any bad spelling, I have really bad dyslexia.
(🐶👀❤️ for future finding)
Cw for sexual comments to a child, online harassment, and mentions of grooming.
Just for context this didn’t happen on tumblr, this all happened on twitter (yes yes the Elon musk rat site that we all hate) and I’m putting this here because I use both twitter and tumblr and I want a second opinion.
here’s the characters before we start
Me, (17 trans masc)
nsfw account (22 they/them)
so recently I posted a tweet that was a fun fact type tweet about a character from a show I like. Along the lines of “this character can play the tuba!”
Then a 18+ account (this will come up later) replied with “he must have a strong mou*gets shot*”
this is a common meme format but it was obviously nsfw in nature. Now don’t get me wrong, I am in a fandom for a more mature show and understand 18+ accounts may engage with me, and not check my bio. But putting a blatantly under a sfw post and not even bothering to check for my age is just- really disgusting. Not to mention this account had replied and liked many of my tweets.
I gave it a few hours to see if they would correct the obvious mistake, cuz sometimes I back track and realize a mistake, correct it and move on.
but nothing, radio silence. So I replied to their comment stating they had made me incredibly uncomfortable and that I was a child, and then made a small post since a few my adult mutuals follow them (for context I have like 100 followers and they have over a thousand)
it wasn’t a “call out post” just a simple “hay this person did something wrong and I’m telling my tiny bubble of people because some of you happened to follow” I wasn’t trying to get anyone canceled basically.
I didn’t put their @ in the post directly, just a screen shot of the inappropriate replay and their profile showing some mutuals follow.
they then quote retweeted me, telling me “I could have just blocked them and moved on, and that this is a 18+ fandom so I shouldn’t even be here” (it’s actually a 16+ show but whatever)
mutable of their followers processed to gang up on me and tell me I was a pathetic and should leave the internet forever, repeating with the person had said in their quote retweet when ever I tried to argue.
I ended up having to full on private my account because I was so triggered (I’m a grooming victim so this whole situation made me feel almost sick)
I know the person fucked up, but was the post not ok? At first it felt like it was warranted but now I’m second-guessing myself and thinking that I might be the one in the wrong. Should I have just done what they wanted and blocked and moved on?
AITA?
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Another 1K fic request for you if you have the time. I am absolutely loving your spicy fics where Ed is trans and it got me thinking of him and Stede having their first time and Stede isn't sure how Ed likes to be touched, but he wants him to feel so good, so he whispers into Ed's ear with a voice like silk, "Show me how to touch you. Show me how to make you feel good, darling." And Ed's brain just short circuits for a second because no one has ever turned him on so much or treated him with such care and attention. As soon as he asks Stede to slip his fingers inside him, he's done for. 🥵
This was just the inspiration I needed to get some writing done today!! The pwps I've been working on haven't been wanting to cooperate but this was just what the doctor ordered.
very nsfw below the cut!
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Stede didn’t falter until Ed started working his jeans down his thighs.
Now, just because Stede was new in the gay dating scene, Ed might’ve once expected him to be a timid lover. But they’d been dating for long enough that he knew better, and all he could do was sit back and let the full force of Stede’s loving enthusiasm hit him head- on.
That was why it was almost a bit more surprising when Stede paused, his hand warm on Ed’s bare thigh, his eyes flicking from Ed’s boxers to his face.
Ed should’ve guessed Stede was too good to be true, probably.
“It’s alright,” he said, trying to laugh it off, trying not to look hurt. “It’s okay, we don’t have to.”
“No, sweetheart, no,” Stede hurried to say, kissing his cheek. “You’re perfect.”
Ed pursed his lips.
“I just…” There it was, again, that hint of hesitance. “How do I make you feel good?”
“It’s not complicated,” Ed said, trying to force himself to relax down against the sheets. “You’ve got a cock, I’ve got a hole. You just stick it on, it’s hardly rocket science.”
“That wasn’t what I asked, Ed.” Stede kissed Ed’s cheek, then along his jaw, then down his throat, and Ed gasped when Stede got the sensitive skin there between his teeth. “I didn’t ask how to fuck you. I can figure that out myself. I asked how I can make you feel good.”
Ed’s brain had been doing a pretty amazing job of functioning, considering Stede was standing there in front of him all hot and shirtless, but at that it went completely offline.
Stede loved him. Stede wanted to make him feel good. He was never just arm candy or a hole to fuck, not to Stede.
“I…” Ed swallowed, loud in the quiet, his fingers shaking as he clenched at the bedsheets.
“It’s alright, love.” Stede’s voice was quiet in his ear, sending an electric- hot shiver down his spine. “Show me how to touch you. Show me how to make you feel good, darling.”
“I - yeah,” Ed managed, barely, quickly shoving his boxers down his legs. He was wet already, of course, just the feeling of Stede kissing him and the promise of more making him dripping wet, and he gasped softly as he was exposed to the cool air.
“Gorgeous, gorgeous man,” Stede said, keeping a comforting hand on Ed’s thigh as he situated himself between Ed’s legs. “Aren’t you beautiful?”
“You don’t have to say that,” Ed whispered. “I know my body isn’t what a lot of guys want.”
“I said it because I mean it,” Stede assured him, soothing a thumb along the sensitive skin of Ed’s inner thigh. “You’re the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.”
There were goosebumps, rising up on Ed’s arms.
“Is that okay?” Stede checked, a trace of nervousness playing along his face. “If you don’t want me using those words to describe you, just let me know, okay?”
“I like them,” Ed admitted softly.
“That’s perfect, then,” Stede said with a relieved smile. “My gorgeous boy.”
Ed moaned, his head tipping back.
“You’re amazing, precious. Just perfect.” Stede got a hand on Ed’s other thigh, gently encouraging him to spread his legs open for him. “Can you show me how you like to be touched, please, love?”
Slowly, Ed lowered a hand to swirl a finger around his straining little cock, already rock-hard just from Stede’s attention and praise. He dipped a finger around his hole to bring some of his wetness up to ease the slide, his head tipping back in pleasure.
He was so turned on that the pleasure was almost sharp, and his head tipped back, helpless whimpers falling from his lips -
“Gorgeous,” Stede whispered again. “Can I…?”
Ed pulled his fingers away, returning his hand to a helpless fist in the sheets. “Please, Stede, please -”
“Shh, precious, it’s okay,” Stede said. “I’m going to take care of you, sweet man.”
Yeah. Ed had no doubts at all about that.
Stede held him open, for just a moment, admiring his dripping hole and bracketing his hard cock with his fingers, muttering a soft gorgeous as Ed’s hips moved of their own volition, rutting unevenly against his touch.
And then he touched him, and he’d been paying attention, because his first hesitant rubs around his cock turned quickly into confident pressure, stroking him just how he liked. Past the pleasure, Ed could tell Stede was honing in on his every little reaction, his whines and groans and the way his hips bucked up into his fingers, until Ed’s inner thighs were shaking and he was a trembling mess underneath him.
“Perfect,” Stede praised, and -
Fuck, but no one had ever touched Ed like this. No one had ever treated him like such a treasure before.
“Stede,” Ed practically sobbed. “Please, Stede, give me a finger, need you inside, please -”
“Of course, love,” Stede said, his voice gentle and unquestionably adoring, and he kept rubbing Ed’s cock as he teased his hole for just long enough to make Ed squirm before so, so gently pressing a finger inside.
Ed clenched around it frantically, his mind blanking at the overwhelming pleasure, and Stede fucked him shallowly with it before giving in to his needy whimpers and easing in another.
“That’s it, precious,” Stede praised, looking between Ed’s blissed- out face and watching his fingers disappear into Ed’s hole. “You open up so beautifully for me. Best thing I’ve ever seen, you stretched around my fingers -”
With a shout, Ed came, harder than he thought he had in his life, clenching around Stede’s fingers and overwhelmed tears falling down his face as Stede fucked him gently through it.
“Amazing, Ed,” Stede said, pulling his fingers from him and leaning forward to kiss him. “Just perfect.”
Ed grinned, feeling so in love he was nearly drunk with it, and he gently caught Stede’s bottom lip between his teeth. “Your turn.”
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Nonhumanity Induced Gender Euphoria
Having nonhuman features as a trans person can be so gender affirming, even if complicated in my case. I might be in an AFAB human body, but I'm clearly a male cardinal because my feathers are bright red in headspace. This might not apply to all trans nonhumans of course, but I'm talking about personal experience here.
See, I'm a multifictive of two characters. One is an (arguably non)human-esque guy (Hunter), another is a little red cardinal (Flapjack). I'm in a way, a fusion of both, while having memories of being both separately as well. Not canon to my source, but we became one in our memories.
From my memories of me being Hunter, I was transmasc. I wasn't born as a guy, so I did my best to transition. Complications of circumstances aside, I presented as masculine and overall it was okay. Dysphoria was a bitch but I was managing as best I could with all the other stressors going on in my life.
As Flapjack, I was male and cis. While I was just a bird, I was a magic bird, and one with a different level of thinking and capabilities. I didn't question my gender at all, I was comfortable. I don't think I paid much mind to Hunter's either, if I even knew back then that he/I was not cis.
After we became one person in source... Well, I kept my humanoid form but grew red feathers all over my body, as well as claws, a tail and wings too. My humanoid gender features that I had already didn't change, but I gained the distinctive red feathers of a male cardinal. While that might have made my biological gender more complex, it made me as a whole feel euphoria anyway.
I still feel it here too. Even if I have the same body in headspace and even if my physical body is AFAB again, I still have my red feathers inside. I don't identify wholly as a man and am more xenogender than anything, but I enjoy feeling more masculine and being able to present that way.
I'm not the only one who feels gender euphoria from their kintypes/other nonhuman identities though. It's not the most common thing within our system but it's something we experience enough that it does impact us and how we feel.
A lot of people who have antlers feel validated in their masculine identity, for one big example. Obviously antlers meaning a thing is male depends on the species but for the purpose of feeling euphoria, it doesn't matter too much if you're not sure if you even fit any earthen species.
Some of us feel more validated by being spikier or fluffier or having certain colours or patterns. Things that aren't really applicable to human concepts of gender. Being nonhuman for some people means that they have many more ways to express their gender, and I think that's wonderful.
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WIBTA for calling out my long time best friend on her transphobic tiktok reposts?
💎, to find this when it gets posted
for context. i have this friend, whom i met when we were eleven but we got very close in high school. as we grew older, we started having very different perspectives, esp about politics - i am generally (still not using labels techincally, bc i don't think i am informed enough yet, but y'know. by extended lines.) an anarcho-communist, while she is more neoliberal leaning. still, we went through a lot together and were at each other's side when we both were at our very rock bottoms.
and i mean that as in, for what regards me, she helped me through panic attacks and dissociative and psychotic episodes before i ever had even any medical (or adult, for that matter) support. it was horrible for me but it certainly has been tough on her as well, to handle my situation
now, we started going to uni in completely different cities, and of course we have sort of drifted apart, tho i still call her my best friend and i assume she does the same, since we never "officially" took distances (we haven't actually seen each other since, idk, last summer??). however, as i was lazily going through her reposts on tiktok, i found she reposted a heavily transphobic video; it was a trans woman talking about the good old "kids are too young to know they're trans and they should never be allowed to make a choice like that". y'know, that kind of rhetoric.
now, as i said before, we had been having different opinions on things for a long time, also things like marriage, assimilation vs liberation, but, due to our relationship, and also because i basically had no support system beside her + crazy emotional dependence and attachment, i always bit my tongue about it and let it go with the classic "we just have different opinions".
this time, though, esp given the context, it irks me a lot, and it very much makes me uncomfortable to keep sweeping this under the rug; also bc someone very close to me is a young trans person who has suffered his entire life due to the lack of access to self-determination in our social context and would've really been happier and healthier if he was given the chance to voice and receive support for his discomfort earlier.
however, bc of our history, i am also terrified that she will 1.think that i'm bringing this up specifically to start a fight 2.think of me as ungrateful (and it would also probably be?) after all the shit she took from me because of my horrible mental health.
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