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thepsychewrites · 2 years

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Little Dove Pt. Two | S. Rogers

Professor! Steve Rogers x F! Reader

Summary: College wasn’t what you were expecting it to be. You didn’t have many friends, you didn’t party on the weekends, and your homework was always in on time. Things take a turn when your World War II instructor, Professor Rogers, asks you to stay behind one day after class. What will happen when lines get blurred, feelings get hurt, and two people from vastly different life paths fall in love?

> Word Count: 3.8K

> Warnings: 18+ MDNI; Age gap (Steve is in his early thirties, reader is twenty), mild language, smutty thoughts, mutual pining, very light smut: a heated make-out and Steve gets a few hard-ons.

A/N: OMG GUYS- okay first of all, I want to apologize for the lack of content recently. I have been suffering from a huge writing block for the last few weeks and have not had any motivation to write. This, however, might have been the breakthrough I needed bc I wrote this chapter in like two days which is really fast for me LMAO. Anyway, if you have not read part one it is linked right below, and I would recommend reading it before part two. I really enjoy how this chapter turned out and I am excited to start on part three next :) Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated. Anyway- enjoy my loves <3

Part One || Main Masterlist

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Tuesday.

It dragged on, every second becoming an hour, each hour a decade.

You were close to crying from how slow it passed by.

Wednesday.

You woke with a pep in your step, adamant on making it great. It was a bit warmer out today, the changing season giving you whiplash. Some days it seemed like summer was still hanging on, while others felt like autumn was pushing through, ready to take the stage. You rummaged through your closet for a few minutes, finally settling on a muted green and yellow plaid skirt, one that was a bit tighter and hit at the center of your thighs, and a sheer pair of black hose underneath. You paired it with a white cotton long sleeve shirt and your black mary janes.

The first few classes of your day seemed to last longer than ever, your leg bobbing up and down anxiously as you tried to get through each one. You’ll admit, maybe you were a little too excited to get to your history class, even getting there five minutes earlier than usual.

And you were always early anyway.

You silently huffed to yourself as you entered the classroom, noticing right away that Professor Rogers, Steve, wasn’t in yet.

What you didn’t know, however, was that he was in his office, straightening his charcoal gray tie for the fourth time in the last ten minutes as he watched you take your seat in the back of the class. He had to stave off an impending erection because god fucking damn it you looked breathtaking and there was nothing Steve wanted more than to cancel class just so he could run you into his office and take you right over his desk. He was able to compose himself, though, but never dared to take his eyes off of you.

You sat down, crossing one leg over the other while you got your notebook and fountain pen out, scribing the day's date at the top of the page before you leaned back to watch the other students filter in. He watched as you twirled a piece of hair between your newly manicured nails, shifting awkwardly as he stood.

He had to find a way to talk to you again. He had to.

To say that you were taking over his mind would be a drastic understatement. You were the only thought on his mind for the past few weeks- hell, since the first day of classes if he was being honest. It worried him to an extent- the fact that he couldn’t do anything without thinking of you. What you were doing. What you were wearing. Who you were talking to. If you were thinking about him just as much as he was thinking of you. If you still smelled like that sweet perfume that lingered around the passenger side seat of his car. It was impossible for Steve to think of anything but you.

He fought the urge to look at you as he opened his office door, knowing that if he did the tent in his pants would keep growing and he couldn’t let the room full of students see his hard-on, especially one caused by another student.

You, however, couldn’t take your eyes away from Steve as he sauntered to his desk at the front of the class. They were drawn to him like a magnet, never once straying as he cuffed his plain baby blue dress shirt sleeves and began writing sloppy notes on the chalkboard. You couldn’t even garner the strength to copy the information in your notebook, knowing good and well you were already familiar with the content, so why divert your gaze to write it down when you could just keep looking at him.

The muscles along his back tensed through the tight fabric of his shirt, making your fingers squeeze hard on your pen to keep your composure. He was talking about The Battle of Stalingrad, his hands making soft gestures as he outlined the major events leading up to the battle- but you didn’t internalize a single word he spoke. You were too transfixed on the way his mouth moved, his lips plush and slicked with spit every few minutes when his tongue would dart out and wet them. Or the way his eyes were falling on every student other than you- the fluorescent lights that hung above being reflected in his pupil- a sparkle being mirrored back.

It was a surprise you weren’t making a pathetic puddle of drool right on your desk as you gawked at him unabashed. You knew a blush sat on your cheeks because of how warm your face had gotten, but thankfully your seat was towards the back of the classroom, so it would be hard to notice from where he lectured in the front.

You hoped that would be the case, anyway.

Steve could sense your gaze from his peripheral- the heart beat in his groin threatening to grow stronger every time he nearly faltered and looked right at you. He was trying his best to cover the content quickly, hoping to wrap up the class a few minutes early so he could finally speak to you.

What was he going to say? He couldn’t outright ask you to dinner or for coffee, could he? No… he needed to be subtle about it. He needed to be careful.

As much as the thought pained him, he needed to wait until you made the first move. It would be the only way to ensure this feeling was mutual and he wasn’t just being a total creep to one of his students.

Perhaps divine timing was on Steve’s side, though, because as soon as he wrapped up the lecture he noticed how all of the students gathered their belongings and headed for the door… all of them except for you.

You were sitting motionless, your eyes glued to his as soon as he allowed himself to finally look at you.

“How was today's lecture, Y/n?” Steve asked, his legs carrying him closer to you at a snail's pace.

You only spoke when he was within inches of your desk. “Riveting like always, Sir.”

Okay, you had to be honest here. The title was a bit much. But you couldn’t help the way it slipped so effortlessly off your tongue and you basked in the way it made his steps stall, only for a moment until he was standing at the edge of your desk.

The faintest smirk pulled at his lips. “What can I help you with?” The question could have been interpreted differently, the wording and tone chosen for a reason. He was now leaning back against the desk adjacent yours, the veins along his hands and arms protruding as he gripped the edge of it.

You grinned lightly, your fingers tracing delicate shapes over the empty page of your notebook. “I have an outline and thesis for the paper and I was wondering if you’d be able to take a look at it and tell me if it sounds okay?”

His eyes diverted as if he had to think about it, finally coming back to yours a handful of seconds later. “Of course. C’mon.” He nodded towards his office, a silent invitation.

It was an invitation you took with fervor, shoving your things unceremoniously into your book bag as you trailed behind him and into his quiet office. He closed the door as you sat on the same leather chair you were in two days prior, your hands reaching back into your bag to fetch out your paper outline.

“I hope I’m not delaying any plans of yours.” You commented nervously, that familiar fluttering rising in your stomach as you watched him cross the room to his chair.

He sat down with a sigh, his thighs constrained by his black slacks and spreading as he got comfortable. Steve shook his head, the slightest breathy laugh coming from him. “Not at all. My night is going to consist of grading that stack of papers right there for my intro classes, so… nothing too exciting.” He said, using the butt of his pen to point out a large stack of papers nestled near his laptop.

An idea popped into your head, but you waited until he had read through your outline first before you said anything else.

“This looks great, Y/n. The structure is good and you have all of the important points down- I don’t see it being much of a hassle when it comes time to type your final draft.” He said, holding out the paper for you to take out of his hand.

Once again you were surrounded by nothing but him, making your brain turn to jelly. Reaching up and holding the paper between your thumb and pointer finger, your voice finally broke through. “Would you want any help grading those papers tonight?” You asked, your lashes fluttering sweetly as you tucked away your outline.

There was a crease between his brows for only a moment before it disappeared. “Oh, no- I couldn’t ask you to do that…” His voice wasn’t super convincing.

“Well it’s a good thing you didn’t ask, then. I’m offering, Professor. They'd get graded in half the time.” You pushed, your fingers fiddling with the hemline of your skirt as you nearly begged the man to let you stay in his company.

Steve stared right at you as he contemplated, his elbows coming to rest on the desk as his left hand scratched across his beard. He knew his answer before you even entered his office. He couldn’t find the willpower to tell you no, especially as you sat there and pushed out your bottom lip just enough for him to notice and just enough to drive him absolutely insane. “Fine. But I’ll only let you help out if you let me drive you home after.”

Innocent smiles swept over both of your faces. “Sounds like a fair trade off to me.” You replied, sitting up further in your seat so you were closer to the desk, your forearms resting gently on top of it.

Steve’s eyes fell from you as he reached for the stack of papers, grabbing the top half and setting it in front of you. He opened one of the drawers to his side, grabbing out a stapled packet and placing it next to the other papers.

“These are quizzes from my 201 class, and this is the answer key.” Steve said, his large pointer finger tapping down on the packet as he slid you a red pen to mark with. “Have at it.”

You started to nod, eyes flicking up to his only to see he was already staring at you again. His eyes were hooded, a tamed blush sitting at the tops of his cheeks. You focused back down at the papers before your face could grow any warmer, a tinge of pink to match his.

The two of you sat in silence for over an hour. Steve worked on grading some essays from his senior-level course as you got through the quizzes, marking stray wrong answers every couple of minutes. The quizzes weren’t long by any means- consisting of twenty multiple choice and a few short answer questions- but you found it hard to completely focus when Steve would shift in his chair, his legs spreading and closing, his biceps flexing inside the constraints of his dress shirt each time he moved. You wondered if he was always this antsy, or if it was just your presence that made him anxious. He normally seemed calm during lectures, minus the constant pacing he liked to do.

What you were too naïve to understand was that Steve wasn’t just antsy. He was struggling to keep his cock from rising any more, the tip of it hot inside his boxers. His balls felt heavy and he could feel a drop of seed leak from his aching head. He was barely skimming the essays, deciding that he could grade them later when he was alone. Instead, all of his attention was on you. How you squirmed in your seat, how your thigh bounced as you tapped your heel against the carpeted floor, how your bottom lip kept getting bit down on- reddening the tender skin. He knew you were stealing glances at him too, his heart thumping harder each time your pupils dilated when they ghosted over him. The urge to pull you out of your chair and into his lap was growing exponentially with each second that passed. God. What were you doing to him? Why was he feeling so out of control? He shouldn’t feel like this about one of his students, especially not you. You were so kind and innocent. So pure and sweet, just like a little dove. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you, but trying to shake this feeling away would be onerous.

Would it be so bad to just give in?

It was only five minutes later when you spoke, securing the cap back on the pen and straightening the fresh stack of graded quizzes. “Eighty nine.” You said in a near whisper.

Steve’s brows furrowed together as your voice tore him from his thoughts. “Hmm?”

You grinned. There was that sickly sweet smile of yours again. “The average grade for the quizzes… it’s eighty nine.”

He was dumbfounded, slowly setting down the essay he had in his hand, laying it down with the rest of them in a separate pile while he looked at you questioningly. He would’ve believed you did the math in your head, all until your grin melted into a smirk, your hand moving down to your lap as you picked up your phone to show him the calculation on your screen.

“I may be a nerd, Professor, but I am no genius.” You quipped, turning your phone off and setting it back against your thighs.

Steve didn’t move, he simply kept watching you. “You’re really somethin’ else, you know that?”

He gave in.

How could he not?

How could he promise himself to keep a safe distance from you when you sat there and looked at him like he put the damn stars in the sky?

“So I’ve been told.”

Steve knew that comment was aimed at him, a reminder of how he gushed over you, in front of you, only two days prior. He wished he could keep you here longer, racking his head to think of something else you can grade so he could keep looking at you like he was minutes ago. When nothing came to mind he sighed, pushing his chair away from the desk and stood. “I appreciate all of your help today. Definitely saved me from a long night here.” He paused, grabbing his jacket from the coat rack in the corner and tossing it on, pulling his leather satchel up his shoulder after and digging his keys out. “C’mon, let’s get you home.”

He waited at the door as you swung your book bag on your back, switching off the light and locking it after the both of you were out. You stalled so he could catch up, the two of you finally walking in tandem as you exited the history department building. The fluttering in your stomach was familiar, as it was the same one you felt on Monday when you walked this same path with the same man on your right. It seemed as though the rest of the faculty had already gone home for the evening as the hallways were bare, the two of you quietly making your way down to the front entrance.

The sun was just starting to set, the sky full of deep oranges and pinks. As you reached Steve’s car he once again held the door open for you, taking your book bag from your hands and tossing it in the back seat. You fastened your seatbelt, watching him from the corner of your eye as he got behind the wheel. His car smelled just like him- so much so that you hoped some of it would attach to your clothes so you could be reminded of him throughout the night. You shifted slightly, tugging against the seatbelt as he dug his keys into the ignition, starting up the car. A soft and slow jazz song floated from the radio, the melodic trumpets and piano tunes filling the air.

Nothing was said between the two of you as he put the car into drive and turned onto the main road, driving slightly below the speed limit all the way to your residence hall. When you arrived, he pulled into one of the empty parking spaces near the front, pushing the car into park.

You were the one to break the silence. “Thank you for driving me here… again.” You giggled softly, gathering enough courage to look at Steve. A few measly inches separated the two of you, and you could finally get a really good look at him. The hair on his head and along his jaw had the slightest copper tint, which was even more pronounced as the setting sun shone upon it. His eyes were so alluring, the most tantalizing shade of blue to ever exist reflecting back as his gaze roamed your face. A crease forever sat between his brows, etching his emotions right on his skin. You wanted to trace a finger down his nose, the littlest dent formed on the bridge and the length of it crooked to one side, though one could hardly notice unless you were this close. And his lips… those you could stare at for days. They were so pouty and full, so red and just begging to be on yours.

There was a pause, and you could see the breath get caught in Steve’s chest. Something was on his mind, something other than a “you’re welcome”. His focus was entirely on you, and his body leaned closer.

“Tell me no.” Steve mumbled, a sense of urgency in his voice, his eyes pleading. “For the love of god- tell me no and I won’t. You’ll get out, I’ll leave, and we can pretend like this never happened.” His hand lifted from his lap, reaching up and tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“Steve…” You tried to speak but he was quick to cut you off.

“I have to hear you say no. You have to tell me that I can’t do what I’ve wanted to do for weeks. You have to.” His hand stayed on the edge of your face, his thumb roaming in circles against your jaw.

You were breathing harder now, your mouth cracked open to allow for more airflow. Your chest constructed, your head growing foggy. All that mattered in this moment was Steve and the carnal desire to become wholly his.

Your head shook. “But… but what if I want you to? What if I want you to kiss me, Steve?”

There was hardly any time between when his name was uttered until his lips were on yours, crushing into you with a low growl and intense eagerness. His fingers trailed down your side until they were snug against your hip, digging into your fabric covered flesh and hoisting you over the center console until you landed clumsily on his lap. His legs were open slightly, allowing you enough room to sit between his thighs comfortably.

Steve’s mouth was hot and wet, his tongue pushing and wrapping over yours. He greedily took everything you gave him, groaning against your swollen, strawberry chapstick covered lips. Steve did nothing to stop his erection now, the throbbing bulge rubbing against the inside of your thigh with each rock of your hips. Both of his large hands were secured right under your ass, caressing and squeezing as he pleased while yours were tucked away in his hair, holding him close despite him not having anywhere else to go. The gentle jazz music seemed to fade into thin air as his lips kept meeting yours, pulling and biting and sucking and feeling with abandon and he was fueled by the shallow whimpers that would flow from your mouth right into his. He reluctantly pulled away when he felt your shaky hand ghost over his restrained cock, a deep moan getting lost in his throat.

“Be careful, little dove. Don’t start something you can’t finish.” Steve said in a hoarse whisper, his right hand sliding up your side until it reached the back of your head, pushing you to rest your forehead against his. Quick, hot breaths molded together, the two of you looking absolutely blissed out. “Are you okay?” He questioned, his tongue darting out to slowly lick his lips as his eyes examined you.

Your head slowly bobbed up and down in a nod, your nose bumping over his. “Yeah… I’m okay.” Was all you could get out. You swallowed thickly, the spit in your throat a mixture of his and yours. “I think I should go now.”

Steve started to nod, but when he saw your hand reach for the door handle he paused, wrapping his fingers around your wrist to stop you. “Wait-” He said, his grip firm, but light. “You can’t tell anyone about this, do you understand? Even if this,” he emphasized, “never happens again… nobody can know. I could lose my job and you could be expelled.”

“I wasn’t planning on it, Steve. Nobody will know.” You held out your pinky between your chests. “I promise.”

His worried pout had turned up into a sly grin at your antics. His pinky wrapped around yours. An agreement. A promise.

As your pinkies broke away Steve stole a final peck to your lips before lifting you back over into the passenger side seat. You sat with a soft huff and a breathy laugh as he got out of the car to open your door for you. He was quick to grab your book bag from the backseat, helping you slide it on your shoulders.

“Do you have any plans for Friday night?” Steve spoke, his voice still low.

“Nope. Why?”

“What do you say to dinner at mine? I can come pick you up at about seven, if that would work.” His expression returned to worry, not sure if he was already overstepping boundaries or not.

Who was he kidding? He overstepped boundaries as soon as his lips touched yours.

You hummed, faux contemplating his offer. “Are you asking me on a date, Sir?” Involuntary, you bit down on your bottom lip, rolling it between your teeth.

You were gonna be the death of him, he swore it. Steve lowered his head with a groan, eliciting a laugh from you. “Not sure if chicken fettuccine alfredo and a movie is a good date… but it’s the best I can give you for now.”

The warmth on your face grew tenfold.

For now.

“It sounds perfect.” You reassured, taking a short step away from him towards your residence hall. “I’ll see you on Friday, Steve. Good night.”

Friday couldn’t come any sooner.

“Good night, little dove.”

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linuxmints-archive · 4 years

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warning post regarding tumblr users vasoconstriction and 2ruru

TW: non-con mention, lolicon mention, ncov mention.

i currently mod over on a discord server that user marko (vasoconstriction) was briefly apart of, and liam (2ruru) who joined but was subsequently banned the same day, along with marko.

this is not specifically a callout post, moreso a warning post because marko is incredibly hypocritical and the people hes friends with are worrying.

preface

marko had said he was allowed to joke about a minor because he was almost their age (15 vs 18), stated he was excited about ncov and the subsequent crashing of the stock market (this is more towards a post he reblogged post-banning) and says he hates lolicon but follows a friend who posts borderline lolicon; (UPDATE 4/8 — posted an image from a lolicon visual novel) and has posted naked, presumed underage, anime girls.

minor joking

i will admit when i found a screenshot of the "hamilton miku binder" user i posted it to make fun of, until i realized that op was a minor. as an adult i do not feel right making fun of minors so i deleted the message and said i did not want to continue joking. another user, 18, said they were also not comfortable joking about a minor so the conversation was ended. marko then came on maybe 2 or so hours later.

screenshots from 03/09/2020

stating at 18 years old hes allowed to make fun of a 15 year old. while this isnt the worst of the interactions, it shows markos character; where hes looking to actively make fun of a minors mistakes.

komaeda mouse pad

screenshots from 3/10/2020

for further context: nagito komaeda is cited to be in his early twenties for only a minor portion of the game, danganronpa 2: goodbye despair. his neo world avatar, which is the ingame simulation that takes up almost the entirety of dr2, is at best 16 or 17 years old, and that is who we see a majority of the time.

additionally, another mod took the liberty of looking up the mousepad in question, and it does in fact depict his teen self.

ncov

our server has a sensitive topics channel which users can opt into. these were posted in said channel. at the time i kept it muted so these are not my screenshots, but another users.

while everyone is anxious about ncov and openly post their anxities and fears, marko enters the chat and states this

screenshot from 03/12/2020

marko states hes feeding off this chaos. while this is alarming, i wasnt entirely surprised considering his political leaning.

but its funny when you realize marko reblogged this just recently

screenshot from 04/01/2020

marko made it seemed like he was excited for people to die in his messages but this one shows another side.

friends + 2ruru

marko has two friends. tumblr user liam 2ruru and another named rami.

on 03/12/2020 marko asked if he could invite his friends. the admin, K (who asked to be censored in the screenshots) agreed and two people were added to the server.

rami was immediately banned due to their killing stalking icon. pretty much everyone was upset over the fact this person was basically promoting a story where rape, abuse and homophobia are glorified. stating this because K asked marko first about the icon and he replied he knew nothing about it, which is odd considering these are his friends. you tend to know whats going on with your friends, especially if they happen to be apart of a disgusting series like killing stalking.

we were very much on edge at this point, and in our moderator exclusive channels, decided to view liams blog 2ruru, which he publically posted in the introduction

screenshot is relevant to only connect names and accounts

we found some posts which made us very uncomfortable in our moderation channels. our admin sent a message to liam.

screenshot from 03/12/20

nekopara is a nsfw visual novel involving catgirls who are "1 year (or younger) in "cat years""

here is rule 4 of our server

blog content + 2ruru

as of 04/03/2020 marko has reblogged an image of two naked anime girls on a teeshirt as "aesthetic" while odd, its the fact that these girls do not look like adults and its interesting because marko states in his BYF

screenshot from 04/08/2020

no pedo/map, which SHOULD also cover lolicon. along with the fetishize gay love and gay sex, while markos "friend" rami had a killing stalking icon, which is promotes rape and abuse between two men.

what prompted me to finish this post is the fact that of 04/08/20, liam had reblogged a screenshot from a visual novel. while that isnt very weird in animecore, its the fact the main girl on the screen does not look of age and also does not look fully clothed.

while you cannot know the source of everything ever, it took me 30 seconds to reverse image search and find the source material. which is a visual novel called "sleeping sister" and whole story is about a brother who touches his adoptive sister while she sleeps. if it took me 30 seconds to find the source, itll take you 30 seconds to make sure youre not reblogging awful content.

as no pedos/maps should cover lolicon, it's interesting markos friend liam posts such stuff and marko continues to follow him.

as stated this is a hesitant callout post because while none of these are extreme acts, its very unnerving to see how hypocritical these two are.

UPDATE 05/03/2020:

liam 2ruru is still posting lolicon. in fact, he changed his theme on desktop, making his sidebar image a picture which was previously brought up in the discussion to ban him.

The full image, which he previously reblogged, is linked below. Viewer discretion advised.

(link) (archived link)

apologies for the messy edit

#pop.txt #callout #callout post #um #ask to tag #im sorry 2 my followers who were not involved in this but i absolutely needed to get this out there

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Okay, so, hi everyone? I’ve gotten some new followers, which is a bit surprising, and I’m sure some of you are aware of the discourse currently happening the mdzs fandom. Normally, as my about page states, I will not participate in fandom discourse under any circumstances, but as I was personally signaled out in this, I’ll be making an exception just this once. I’ll be placing everything under a cut just so those of you who don’t want this discourse showing up on your dash can avoid it.

Okay, so if you’re unaware, a blocklist was recently created of people in the fandom that minors should avoid/be aware of. I, as well as one of my good fandom friends, was on this list. I will not be posting links to said list in any way, shape, or form, as I believe it is poorly worded and just wholely not handled well in its original context.

I’d like to preface this entire post with one important idea: you curate your own fandom experience. I actually encourage blocking/blacklisting things and people who make you uncomfortable, just be respectful about it. You don’t need to announce it, or let someone know you’re blocking them. If I in any way make you uncomfortable for any reason, and you are uncomfortable talking to me about it to try and fix the problem, then please unfollow me, block me, or whatever will make you the most happy and comfortable. In the end, fandom is about fun, and it shouldn’t be taken too seriously. It shouldn’t be used to hurt people.

I can’t say I’m not upset that I and my friend were included, and while I don’t know most of the people on that list enough to make a judgment, based on the reasons my friend and I were listed, I don’t believe the judgment of the original creator of the list was wholly sound. For full transparency, I am going to include why I, personally, was signaled out.

The first reason is for my submission here: https://mxtxpositivity.tumblr.com/post/183334608470/fic-rec-realize-what-you-never-knew-by

The fic I recommended is a fic that the friend I previously mentioned wrote, and I recommended it because I enjoy it and I enjoy supporting my friend’s writing. Now, the fic in question is about the junior trio, but it is written in a context where they are older and not minors. To be fair, my friend did not tag for this, and the lack of a tag for it was not something that I, as her beta, caught, either. I don’t particularly intend to debate whether or not it’s okay to write sexual content about young characters after they’ve been aged up, as it’s a rather gray area and whether it will bother you will vary. If it does bother you, however, that’s perfectly valid and I encourage you to avoid it. Blacklisting is a wonderful thing, and ao3 now includes a function to exclude ships.

The second reason I was signaled out in this post is for this: http://hypermoyashi.tumblr.com/tagged/yaoi

And just so it’s clear that I have not altered or cleared this in any way, here’s a screenshot with the time and date in the corner:

I would scroll down to show you guys more of the tag, but there is none. My yaoi tag is just two posts. This is the basis for which I was said to “support yaoi.” I’d like to point out that one post is literally a criticism of the genre as a whole. I have no idea why I tagged the second post as yaoi, but it was reblogged three years ago. It is not something I would reblog and tag that way today. I’ve used the same blog, the same username, for well over seven years now. There is bound to be some stuff here that doesn’t reflect who I am today, and there is also bound to be things that I’ve mistagged or not tagged appropriately in the past. I do not have the energy to clean absolutely everything out, but if you would like to point something out to me, I will be happy to change it. For my purposes, I’m not going to be altering my yaoi tag, in case anyone wants to check it for themselves.

Now, just as an off-topic, I’d like to point out that I’m bi/gray ace. I don’t hate yaoi per say, but I do dislike the picture its common tropes paint of the lgbtqa+ community, as anyone who has spoken with me for five minutes about it can tell you.

This is all I was flagged for, but in the name of transparency, I am also going to include something that, had our original poster of the list seen, would’ve been additional reasons for me to land on the list.

I am writing an A.B.O. fic for HOB. It will also contain an explicit scene in the future, and it contains some pretty heavy triggers such as attempted suicide and CSA/abuse. I know A.B.O. tends to be controversial for many, many reasons, but for the record, all characters retain their full facilities during any and all explicit scenes, on or off screen, and are able to consent or not consent to what is going on. Anything of that nature that happens to a minor does not happen on screen and is appropriately tagged as CSA. I also do not endorse or want minors reading this fic, but I’ll get into that later.

Now, does any of this disprove that I’m a potential danger to minors? No, it does not.

For one, disproving a negative is an impossibility. To demonstrate this, I’ll be using the same analogy my statistics teacher used. You have a field. You’re looking for cows. To find some cows, you divide the field up into twenty sections. Unfortunately, you only have the capability to check five of the sections. You check these five sections, and you don’t find any cows. Can you say, for sure, that there are no cows in the field? Nope. Because it’s impossible to check every section, and there could be cows in the sections you don’t check.

I cannot open up the entirety of my memory and history to prove that I have definitely never hurt a minor. It is absolutely never my intention, and if I have, I deeply apologize for it. But I have no way of disproving a negative because it is mathematically impossible.

Now that we’ve gotten up to this point, some of you might be thinking, isn’t treating such a baseless accusation so seriously, in a way, giving it validity? Well, in a way, sort of. The accusation is entirely baseless, yes, and this is going to be the only time I’m going to argue something like this in this way. It upset me, and it’s there, so I want to address it.

Now, I’m going to reference my about page. Here it is:

The text reads, “Hello! I thought, after about five years of owning this blog, give or take, it was probably time to make an about page.

“I mainly write fanfiction, which is almost always posted to ao3 and linked here unless it’s particularly short. Minors are definitely welcome; I don’t reblog or post N**SFW images or videos, nor do I write smut, though please be aware that this blog is “view at your own risk.” I tag for common triggers and potentially harmful content, so it’s up to you to know your limits and blacklist appropriately. That being said, if you need me to tag anything in addition to what I already do, please don’t hesitate to ask!

“My fandoms right now are mainly Bungou Stray Dogs, Heaven Official’s Blessing, Mo Dao Zu Shi, Hakata Tonkotsu Ramens, Pandora Hearts, Vanitas no Carte, Akatsuki no Yona, and D.Gray-man. Please be aware that although I do have particular ships I like, I’m not really that into shipping as a whole.

“I don’t reblog shipping discourse nor will I interact with hostile shippers. If you would like to talk about shipping with me, please do, just be nice! As a bonus, I love platonic relationships, so please talk with me about those if you enjoy them, too.

“ところで、私の日本語はちょっとわるいですけど、話すのが好きです。

“Finally, I consider this blog to be a safe place for me and others that does not discriminate based on race, gender identity, sexual orientation, mental health, physical ability, national origin, or religion. If that bothers you, please click the “back” or “x” button on your browser.

“With all that out of the way, welcome to my blog! I love talking with people, so feel free to message me or leave an ask. I swear you won’t be bothering me. Happy blogging!”

Now, I am going to edit this at some point, because I have written smut now. It’s not posted, but it’s still something I intend to post. But yeah, as of 3/13 around 5pm, that was my about page, and I have not changed it for quite a while. (Sorry I’m not quite as chipper today ^^”)

One of the links on my about page leads to this page:

Which reads:

A quick guide to my tagging system!

my fanfiction: stuff I’ve written

text post: stuff I’ve made/said

q: things posted from my queue (it is a very long queue)

art by op: If there’s no source, then I’m reasonably certain that this art was created by the original poster. If I’m wrong, please let me know and I’ll delete it imeidiately.

icons: whenever I save an icon, whether I use it or not, I reblog it under this tag

personal and/or ramblings: just me talking. Sometimes I won’t even tag these kinds of posts

— mention: normally reserved for common triggers, i.e. “Donald Trump mention” or “sex mention”

n**sfw warning: as stated in my about page, I don’t reblog n**sfw images or videos, but I do reblog n**sfw fic recs (ie links to explicit content) that is unsuitable for minors. If you’re a minor viewing my blog, please blacklist this tag if you feel the need to!

spoilers: anything and everything I think constitutes a spoiler. Sometimes I’m bad about tagging these, though. I don’t tag for specific fandoms, like “su spoilers” or “bsd spoilers,” so please beware of that.

And, for reference, this is the basis for which I generally rate my fics:

G (General Audiences): Anyone can read this

T (Teen Audiences): Anyone 13+ can read this

M (Mature Audiences): Anyone 17/18+ can read this (16 is fine, too, I think, depending on what the reader is comfortable with. My M rated fics often include dark/sexual themes, though, so 17/18 is the more comfortable range)

E (Explicit): Only people who are 18+ should read this (probably not gonna rate anything this since I don’t write smut unless I just really don’t want to endorse any minors reading it)

Again, this should probably be updated as I have written smut, however infrequent. I try to tag for common triggers, and I have asked here that minors under a certain age not read particular fics. All of my fics that depict unhealthy relationships, darker or sexual themes, or anything that I would be uncomfortable with a minor reading are rated Mature or Explicit, depending.

So all in all, I have tried my best to provide a positive experience to anyone who enjoys my content, and I try to tag so that potentially harmful content doesn’t reach those that it might hurt. I’m not perfect, and I can’t control everything. A minor can still go in and read my Explicit/Mature fics on ao3, no matter how much or how loudly I ask them not to. My content is meant to inspire, to show that life can suck, but in the end, everyone is worth it and continue on.

And, on that caveat, I’d like to point out that I generally take a stance of “create and let create.” Freedom of expression is the greatest gift anyone can be given. Yes, avoid content that hurts you, but please don’t lash out at those who create it. Until you know exactly why they’ve created it, what their history is, and what thoughts or feelings they were working through while creating it, please leave them be. Creators should tag their works so people can avoid content that might be harmful to them, but content that is harmful to one person might be another person’s lifeline.

But the reason I’ve laid this all out is that I want you to judge for yourself. Do I seem like someone you want to be friends with? Do I seem like someone harmful? Do I seem like someone you are indifferent to? Please make the decision that is best for you, and if you happen to want to be friends, please let me know ^^

Now, finally, I hope to see a more positive fandom experience come of this. I say all this, however negative or bleak it might be for me, because it was important for me to work through my thoughts, and I hope that something positive can come of honesty and communication.

Please don’t go after the original poster of the list, if you know who they are. It’s better just to let it go. The person seemed to have had good intentions, however ill-executed they were, and talking to them is only going to create more ill will and negativity for everyone. I believe, at least in part, the reason their list is so unfounded and baseless is because the content they cited genuinely hurts them, and when creating the list, they did not look at the full context of everything they were citing. And, well, context is everything, really. This doesn’t really excuse them, as they still hurt people with a largely unhelpful and thoughtless post, but brewing the negative feelings helps no one. I would also like to state that the fact that the content hurts them is not the fault of any of the creators. If you tag appropriately, but someone doesn’t take the time to blacklist or otherwise protect themself from content they know will hurt them, then that’s on them.

Fandom is a really interesting place. It’s full of so many diverse and wonderful people--minors and adults, lgbtqa+ and allies, tons of different nationalities--we should really take more steps to look out for one another. If there’s anything I could be doing better, please let me know. My experience with the mdzs fandom hasn’t been great up to this point, and I want to change that. I love this show, and I also want to love the people who love it alongside me.

Remember, for every not so great person, there are twenty more lovely people just waiting to meet you. And I hope that, from here on, those lovely people get every good thing they deserve.

#discourse #csa mention #abuse mention #rape mention #suicide mention #really if you have any super common triggers please don't read this #not tagging the fandom #and it probably wont show up in the tags because looong #but yeah here is my only participation in discourse #id prefer no reblogs #but feel free to reply #or message me

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