what is your opinion on the situation?
I've been at work all day so I haven't been able to sit down with stuff fully, it also seems like Caiti is planning to release a statement later today with more information I think? So I'd like to get her response there, but based on what I've seen so far I think I fall more on the side of "people made some dumb choices and should learn from them" than anything else.
Consent is messy and it gets messier when people start lying or are drunk. In this case, both Caiti and George were drunk. From what I understand, either Caiti had a 21+ wristband from the vidcon party, or her friend group did and assumed since she was drinking with them, she was also 21+.
Honestly, when it comes to the matter of underage drinking, I don't think it's even remotely fair to place blame on Dream/George for that. The blame there lies with Caiti deciding to drink while under 21, and on her friends, Ghostie and the other person present who were both over 21. Unlike Dream/George, both of them knew Caiti and knew exactly how old she was and were letting her drink. They were also letting her drink with no one sober and no one making sure she got home.
Now, Caiti is 18 and also I'm not a goddamn square, I'm not gonna stand here and be like "oh no drinking at 18 clutch my pearls" but like, if people are going to blame other people for that situation, that very much lies with Caiti's friends who knew they had an underage person drinking with them. I feel like people are weirdly assigning blame to Dream/George for not like, iding every person they hang out with (particularly if she had a 21+ bracelet at vidcon, which would mean she already got IDed). While completely avoiding placing any blame on the people who 100% knew they were taking an 18 year old drinking without a doubt.
Putting that aside, from my understanding George's side is he believed at the time that she was having fun, and the most they did was cuddle on a couch with other people there. He believed at the time that everything was cool, and that she later decided she was uncomfortable with what happened.
Honestly, I don't really think that's an unfair reading. At this same party, her best friend was there and from Ghostie's own words, she also didn't realize Caiti was uncomfortable until several months later when Caiti told her. If her best friend didn't notice she was uncomfortable or see anything wrong, then I find it hard to think anyone else would pick up on it.
There's certainly risks taken here that I wouldn't have taken. I think that George needs to do better with checking for consent and maybe vetting the people you're hanging out with. Although I also understand that doing a full background check on everyone you ever meet is an absurd requirement and if, at the time, they trusted the person that they actually invited, I get how that shit happens. Per consent, given that he was also drunk, I get how it may've appeared to him that he had consent. I do think it's still something to work on, but I'm also perfectly aware that in real life, people are often going off vibes and social cues, and sometimes those don't mash.
I also think that Caiti's friends have been pretty shitty throughout this. They take no responsibility for having let an 18 year old drink and then ditching her. They are absolutely milking drama out of this shit and they have a weird obsession with blaming Dream for shit he had no fault in.
As for Dream, I don't think he did anything wrong here. Full stop. If Caiti's best friend didn't notice that she was uncomfortable or unhappy, it's insanely unreasonable to expect Dream to have managed that. He was also drunk and hanging out with people, and he had no way of knowing Caiti was underage. None of that shit was his fault, and his statement seems very measured and reasonable. People are trying to blame him for things that he had absolutely no part in, and the UK group are absolutely trying to pull that shit.
Overall, sounds like several people involved made dumb choices, I hope they learn and grow. Otherwise all of this honestly sounds like shit that should've been talked out privately and not tossed to the internet for speculation. Human beings are messy and will fuck up sometimes. This feels like a case of miscommunication and people making risky choices that left people with some hurt.
Again, I may change my mind with further evidence presented, but that's how it feels to me.
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The Firstborn Son
dp x dc | Batman 👻 tw for: dead body, brief reference to human trafficking
(Part II available now!)
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Once upon a time, there is a boy who dies forever...mostly.
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Once upon a time, there is a man who wants to live forever.
He does.
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Once upon a time, there is a daughter born to an immortal man.
"I need an heir," her father commands.
She gives him one.
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Once upon a time, there is a King.
(He is a dead boy.)
(Most do not know that.)
"My heir, for a hundred years of your power," the immortal offers; the King accepts.
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Once upon a time, there was a family of acrobats.
There isn't, not anymore, but the son still loves his mother and father, and gravity cannot steal his wings forever.
He sleeps restlessly, and rarely in his own bed. The allure of flying is too much to resist. At night, when the world is quiet, the acrobat joins the black darkness of an endless sky, and claims it as his own.
His guardian is one with the night.
The petit Robin is bright light and spectacle, no matter how well he hides his colors. He is spotted first.
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Dick didn't really remember waking up from his nap. Alfred had put him down for a cold; his head hurt, and he was sleepy all the time, so B was out without him and Dick was stuck in a too-big bed in a giant, dark mansion, all alone.
Except. At some point, Dick must have gotten out of bed. Because now he's in the chandelier.
Dick doesn't remember jumping to the chandelier. And jumping to the chandelier is hard work; it's not something he could have done in his sleep. It requires weight, heft; the shirking of gravity. The night is dark around him; there are no street lights outside of their windows to light up the hallway. The darkness makes the grand persian carpet so much farther away than it is in the daytime-- entirely, unfathomably far below him. Pale moonlight flickers across cut shards of crystal. It's Dick's own little bird's nest.
Dick and the chandelier gently sway. He doesn't notice the-- the ghost, the illusion-- for a whole minute. It just looks like moonlight, until it doesn't.
It's a body. A boy's body-- not much older than Dick. Suspended, midair.
His heart drops. But Dick doesn't scream.
For a second, there are two boys midair, silent and still in the morning moonlight.
The body raises its head. Hello, Richard.
Dick doesn't move.
I have a question for you. The body blinks sightless eyes. Does your guardian treat you well?
Dick...doesn't know what that means. He rolls his weight forward, careful, so careful not to tip himself over the edge and send him plummeting.
"...Why are you asking?"
I need something looked after, the body says. Its limbs sway in wind that isn't here. It is very precious to me.
"Oh." Well, B is Batman, sometimes. And when he's not Batman, he's Bruce Wayne, and he is in charge of a lot of people. "Yeah, he's respons- reponsbile- he does a good job. Can I see it?" Dick's interest is piqued.
The body stills. And then-- like a zombie clawing its way out of its grave, it reaches through the rotting skin of its own stomach and removes. Something.
It's a baby.
Dick leans so far forward that he almost does go toppling but he's gripping the silver of the chandelier so that he doesn't, and, look! It's a baby! It's so small and tiny and it's still purple!
"He's so new!" Dick gasps, and releases one arm from its death grip to make a grabby hand. The body only floats close enough that Dick can pet the baby's cheek with a careful finger, can feel the softness of the baby's hair.
He is my charge, the body explains. As such, he is precious to me.
The baby is so small. Dick wants to bounce him, like he's seen mamas and papas do with their little ones. "Can I hold him?"
The baby disappears back into the body. It looks like a maggot burrowing back into the corpse it's eating, and Dick is heartbroken and sick about it. No. Not until I know it's safe.
Dick pouts. Also, he needs to know how to get the baby away from the...body. Babies need a lot of light and warmth. A dead body monster can't give him that.
Your guardian played his part in making the little heir, the body says. This baby was given to me by his grandfather. His mother passed him onto her own father, and her father sold him to me.
"Oh no!" Dick gasps. That is one of the things B has had to explain to Dick, one of hundreds of terrible things that happens to people in Gotham. And it happened to B's baby?
Yes. The body floats sightlessly, thin skin sliding over too-pale eyes. I must know if he is safe before I leave the baby in his care. Will you help me?
Dick...doesn't know what that means. He bites down on the soft presence of his lip. (He tastes blood.) "How?"
The body and the baby inside it are still. Quiet. Dick is two stories off the ground, midair, and any wrong motion could be his-- his-- Dick can't even see the ground. It would hurt so much. He's so high up from the distant hardwood floor and with only ghosts to keep him company.
...It would be very scary.
Dick swallows.
Do you trust that he would come get you, if you were in danger?
Dick knows so. He nods.
Do you trust he would be smart enough to find you? Mean enough to defend you? Care enough to comfort you? the body asks.
Dick nods.
The body floats closer. Closer. Until they are almost touching-- limp limbs entangling on the crystalline arms of the chandelier. It would be very scary, if you said yes, the body admits, as heavily weighted as any corpse that cannot help you hold it. But you would be in no danger. Should your guardian succeed, I will entrust him with this precious thing.
One circus boy's fears for the safety of B's baby. It's an easy choice. Dick is Robin. He is always going to pick helping people over maybe getting hurt.
His pinky touches the cold, dead flesh of the body's.
And then Dick wakes up sweating and heaving in bed.
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how would the housewardens react to walking in on you pleasuring yourself??
Riddle walks in, hardly spares you a glance for more than a second, before he's swiftly turning on his heel and slamming the door shut behind him. He immediately apologizes for intruding without knocking and his face is the brightest shade of red. He doesn't know what else to say, so he awkwardly leaves it at that. But you're all he can think about for the rest of the day.
Leona leans against the door frame so casually, his features alight with cocky pride. He won't say anything, merely admiring the pretty view, but when you notice him he'll smirk at you and tell you to keep going. Don't let him stop you. Unless you'd prefer if he helps you. :) if that's the case, he might as well show you how it's done. Since you let him use your lap as a pillow before, he supposes he can let you ride him. After all, the real thing is so much better than cheap silicone.
Azul opens the door, sees you, and promptly shuts it. He has to mentally reset himself after seeing a sight he has only witnessed in delusions and dreams. He can't look foolish. He has to be casual about this. He has to look suave. He opens the door again and there's the faintest hint of blush on his face and his voice is higher than it normally is, but he tries so hard to be smooth when he asks if you need a hand. Or two. Or three. He has ten at his disposal. Azul doesn't think you'll agree to this, let alone sign a contract, but he still tries because it can't hurt to do so when he's caught you in a vulnerable state. And depending on your answer, you might just surprise him.
Kalim thinks you look so cute when your face is twisted in pleasure, and he'll verbalize every praise that comes to his mind. You shouldn't be so embarrassed. There's nothing wrong with pleasuring yourself! And he wants to join you! Let him have some fun with you; he promises it'll feel good if it's with him. After all, it's so lonely doing things solo. Kalim is also the type to see what toys you use, if any, and will offer to buy you the best of the best. You shouldn't have to use cheap toys that are prone to breaking. Let him spoil you with the best, most high-quality products. <3 it's what you deserve!
Vil is pleasantly surprised. Of course he knew you were beautiful both inside and outside, but there's a certain level of intimate beauty in viewing you from the doorway while you're so wrapped up in ecstasy, oblivious to his arrival. As tempting as you look, it's unbecoming to leer and Vil is always one for mannerly conduct. He will shut the door and be on his way if you haven't noticed him, but if you do he will apologize for interrupting and offer to leave without another word. But if you ask him to stay, how can he possibly say no?
Idia never leaves his room, so he's probably watching you through the secret cameras scattered throughout Ramshackle Dorm. Or perhaps you're aware of their existence and want to give him a little show. :) in any case, it has Idia choking on his energy drink because this is a first. He's only ever observed you studying in the lounge or sleeping in your bed or playing games with your friends or marathoning movies. So this is a new sight and he definitely isn't complaining. He'll record the entire thing for his own enjoyment and for later reference when he needs new material to masturbate to.
Malleus often visits without warning, so it really shouldn't be so surprising to see him in the window. Although this is the first time he's happened upon you while you were busy with your own private affairs. Malleus doesn't find it embarrassing; rather, he thinks you look so very darling on your bed, practically glowing in the moonlight. There's nothing to fret over; nudity isn't something you should be so flustered by. After all, he thinks you look so perfect with and without clothes on. Malleus is so unintentionally smooth and genuine in his approach. He'll leave if you really wish it, but he has no problem staying to keep you company in more ways than one so long as you're okay with it.
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While yes illiteracy amongst the working class was high during the golden age of piracy and yes many pirates came from a working class background not all pirates were illiterate. OFMD exaggerates this to illustrate how disconnected Stede is from the lives of his working class crew. But even then at least two members of his crew can read and write; Lucius and Jim. While we don't have a lot, there are some surviving documents written by pirates. This includes a Matelotage agreement.
[Matelotage agreement, c. 1699, via ‘Piratical Schemes and Contracts’: Pirate Articles and their Society, 1660-1730 by E.T. Fox.]
B[e] it knowen to all men by these preasants that Francis Reed and John Beavis are entread in Consortship together, And in Caise that any sudden Axsedent, should happen to ye forsd Francis Reed That what gold, Silver, or any other thing whatsoever shall Lawfully become, or fall to ye forsd John Beavis
As also if that any sudden Axsedent should happen to ye above written John Beavis, That what gold, silver, or any thing ells shall Lawfully be Come, or fall to the forsd Francis Reed.
Written at Port Dolphin the year of god one thousand six Hundred and nyntie nyne. March ye tenth day.
Sign’d and seall’d before these witness
Robert Arnott
Francis Billing
Francis Hood
John Beavis his marke
This document is written by one of the witnesses Robert Arnott. Intriguingly Arnott writes Francis' name as "Francis Reed" while Francis signs his name "Francis Hood". It's possible that Francis had enough literacy to sign his name but not enough to proof read the document. Meanwhile John Beavis signed with his mark suggesting he may have been completely illiterate.
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