Does it like, annoy anyone else when a story presents itself as "feminist" and "progressive", but also punches down on women who are sex workers or sexually active.

belos brainrot

apparently it is morally wrong to have a crush/sexual feelings for anyone in general. Like. the whole 'dont sexualize literal people ewwww.' i really really wish less teens were on the internet because of this kind of stuff. we are mass-producing mental illness and i am not kidding.

like imagine being 15, having a crush on someone in your class, going on the internet, and being bombarded with all sorts of people saying its wrong to experience sexual thoughts towards people in your peer group. its wrong for adults to have sexual thoughts about other adults. its even more wrong for you, a teen, to have sexual thoughts about your classmates.

you are 16 now and very lucky to be in therapy with a well off enough family. you confess to your therapist how evil you are for wanting to touch or look at that one girl in your class. she looks at you with confusion, like how your mother looks at you when you ask her why you have a computer and your friend doesn't. why is it fair. everyone's confused about you and you are confused too. you're evil, you must be, because you have dirty disgusting feelings. you deserve to be mocked online, says dogluvr15089. you're an evil monster, says @Official Priest of West California. you're a pervert and sexual predator, says fandom_m0m321. they have stupid names and no faces-- but if all of them are saying it then it must have some truth to it, right? your therapist is saying something but you don't hear her, you're in your head wondering if you should punish yourself, how you should punish yourself. when you're back in the room with her you ask her what's wrong with you. she writes you a diagnosis for ocd and anxiety. you take the drugs, like the good, righteous, pure teenager you want to be. they make you feel weirdly empty, and not very hungry, and kinda sleepy. they might give you dementia in your 50s but who cares. you deserve it for being gross. you look through the comments even on other people's stuff, the comments telling them the same thing you were told. you're still punishing yourself for natural feelings-- seeking out the same degrading bullying when you don't get enough of it. you don't tell your therapist you are doing this; because you know she would tell you to stop and you don't want to stop. it's a compulsion. you talked about those last Tuesday.

you're 17. you haven't asked anyone out. by some miracle, a girl who likes you takes the initiative. you stumble through the date awkwardly and anxiously, trying not to touch her, flinching away when your fingers brush over a cheap burger. she asks if you're okay, and then asks, "don't you like me?" She asks, "why do you look like you're scared of me or something?" You stay silent. But then when it happens again, she gets up to leave and the rejection causes the dam to break. You try not to cry, because that's Emotional Manipulation. You choose your words carefully, because you don't want to accidentally Gaslight her like the evil thing you are. You stumble through it but you tell her you're sorry, you tell her you've never had the chance to date. You tell her, shaking like a leaf, like a dumb idiot, that you really really like her and she's very pretty and you're scared to say Hot or Sexy so you don't. And you tell her you're scared. You're really scared she'll see you're a bad person and leave you for someone more pure and good. You try really hard to phrase it like a PR team would. She tells you that's ridiculous, laughing like sunshine and kisses and god, sex. But most of all you've never heard someone so flippantly tell you how ridiculous of a notion that is. She makes you feel brave. You tell her what people have been telling you, scared that you're Trauma Bonding her but pushing through. She, with more surprise, again tells you it's ridiculous. She's not laughing anymore, but you want to make her laugh. You ask with a voice too small for your age if its okay you think her laugh is really sexy. She smiles so brightly its blinding, and says she thinks you're sexy too. You hold hands when you leave together. You go on more dates later, and the two of you talk about your problems and your dreams. And she shows you how to yell at "internet dumbasses." And you still go to therapy except this time you think it's working, because this time you Get It. You get it's ridiculous, and you're happy enough to try to heal.

And you know what? You're one of the lucky few that got that chance. Many teens struggle with mental health problems due to the internet. Not all of them are caused by this purity bullshit. Some of it is body image-- accounts that encourage eating disorders and low self-esteem. Some of it is trends and feeling lonely and unlikeable. Social media doesn't just excaberate mental illness. Sometimes it really and truly produces it and this fact needs more awareness.

a nightly stroll in the woods :)

a take on @oxblooddraws's feral belos au :) i did say i'd draw it when i got the time

My most out-there Star Trek episode pitch is "what if there was a sex tourism paradise planet like Risa but the inhabitants were cicada-like creatures who lived the majority of their lives underground and only came up for like a week to fuck and then die, and the tourism industry is actually causing them to become an endangered species because they're not compatible with other species and they're being prevented from reproducing with their own kind" it was born entirely from how much I dislike Risa as a concept and I make no apologies for it

ON MAIN?

Remembering that time when I was five and didn’t even know filters existed—never mind knowing how to stop talking—and I was out with my grandmother (divorced from my grandfather) having a lovely day in a lovely little Maine town in the 90s.

The thing about Maine in the 90s was certain things like smoking weed was illegal across the country and generally frowned upon, but Mainers simply Did Not Care and more than happily grew and smoked pot anyway. The other thing about Maine is most of those Lovely Little Towns are constantly full of out of state tourists coming to buy kitch and eat lobster. These tourists tended to be from states that generally did not have the same attitude about pot as Mainers did. It was still considered a Very Bad Thing To Do.

So when my five year old self saw an older gentleman smoking a classic tobacco pipe amongst a crowd of tourists I remarked, on the top of my lungs, that my grandfather had a pipe too! Not that kind of pipe, though!

There was literally a beat of shocked silence before my grandmother laughed a little too loudly and said something about it being a different color or some nonsense. Of course no one, like, ratted out my five-year-old self and my grandfather out to the police for that. But there were definitely some shocked button-upped folks in that lovely little town that day.

Anyway, that was the one and only time I was a snitch.

Home

I’m still thinking about Hunter having the realization that he cares for Darius as if he were his dad because he misses him in the same way the others are missing their parents and I ended up writing this in a frenzy. 

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"I want to see my dad," Gus murmurs, brokenly, before bursting into tears once more and, judging by the sharp intake of breath coming from Willow, he's not the only one who wants to. Hunter doesn't speak, but he tightens his hold on both of them.

For the second time in a week -in only a week! That must be a record somewhere, he thinks, only slightly hysterical- the only thing he wants to do is go home. But he couldn't go home before and he sure can't now. Not that there's a home for him anymore though, there hasn't been in a while. Did he ever have a home to begin with?

The castle was his place of residence his whole life, but he's slowly coming to understand that it takes more than that to make a place a home. A home shouldn't make you feel so lonely and afraid all the time. Right now he couldn't feel less alone, with his friends -and isn't that strange too? To be able to call someone else a friend?- all pressed against him on a human couch, in a human house, scratched and tired, alive and breathing, but it does little to soothe the gigantic feeling of defeat sitting on his chest.

"Do you think they're okay?" Amity asks quietly and Hunter knows she's thinking of her father kissing her forehead before they left him just like all the others. Like the Owl Lady and Raine and Eberwolf and...

And Darius.

And suddenly he's feeling every bit the child the Coven Heads always said he was. He remembers the man, silent and unmoving on the floor. Wrong. Wrong. Because Darius is not one to keep quiet, he states his opinions loudly and proudly. He is not one to remain still, he gesticulates energetically, and yet not one movement of his ever seems wasted. He tried so, so hard to wake him, desperate to see if he was gonna be alright because he couldn't imagine life without Darius, but there was only so much time they could spare before going to rescue Luz and... and...

And his eyes sting and suddenly his cheeks are wet.

"I want Darius" he whispers, his voice trembling with tears. He's certain the others hear him, but there's nothing to say to that, nothing that will help anyway, in the same way that there was not a good answer to Amity's question nor a soft comfort to Gus's plea, because none of them know what is happening on the Boiling Isles and they went through hell and back together, there's no point in lying. Moreover, they won't lie to each other.

But Hunter remembers a kind hand on his head, he remembers a scroll, the first gift he was freely given without having to earn it or deserve it in some way, he remembers sewing lessons with gentle scoldings that left him feeling warmer than any time his unc-Belos grabbed his shoulder in faked concern, he remembers bickering and the surprise at the certainty that one wrong word wouldn't get him hurt this time, and he thinks that maybe that's what a home would feel like.

He knows he starts shaking because Willow's hand feels a little bit firmer on his back, Gus rearranges himself to be a little bit closer to him and Luz grabs his right hand with her free one. It doesn't matter to them that he's crying because they all are. Only the sound of the rain accompanies the soft sniffles of kids who lost everything. And despite it all, Hunter is grateful that for once he is not alone.

This is not home. But it has to be enough.

Listen the Puritans sucked in plenty of ways but the weirdly common view expressed on this site that everything wrong with USAmerican culture can be traced back to puritans/“puritanism” (vaguely and often ahistorically defined) is, forgive me, infuriatingly fucking simplistic. Like frankly if anything you are buying into the USA’s own national mythologizing re: the Puritans WAY too hard

Its been almost a year since toh ended and im still honestly pretty autistic about it. The fuck did they put in that show <----- knows full well its bc of emperor belos' insane psyche

yeah yeah Belos with an eight pack and bulging muscles and toned flesh and whatever. Sure fine like what you like. Belos with accurate flabby peepaw bod, though? BARK, ya know?

Allllrighty another dream. All I remember is some weird school event happening and I didn't want to participate so I just hung out in the bathroom but I was transported to some other universe where Oliver Cromwell, Thomas Fairfax, and folk like them were alive in the modern(?) day. Then I got infected with some random disease that apparently had a 50% chance of survival and just chilled in a bunch of bushes watching Cromwell and the others go through AU-type shit. Turns out I was never there and it was all just a fanfic on wattpad/tumblr (by someone I'm pretty sure doesn't exist) and I had a great time scrolling through the art of them. They made Cromwell and Fairfax so cute omg and I'm pretty sure they were shipped (ME TOO ME TOO) They looked something like this:

sooo funny how a year or so ago i was fervently defending the darkling on here who is truly the staple of a YA villain where the villain isn’t even that wrong and now? well im just a full blown tommy shelby stan. it seems that fiction truly is fiction. evil men will stay evil idk. i still love them. morality is whatever. yes i will defend tommy too wdym he killed innocents and was the worst possible husband imaginable.

Sorry but I'm gonna say it. Ppl who are like "omfg belos is so hot" genuinely perplex me. Bitch are we looking at the same mug? It literally just shows that yall will fall for any white man with an accent😭😭 pls get some fucking taste I'm begging you.

Go write in your diary bruh... You cannot demand all 'problematic' ™ content on the internet to vanish. It's unrealistic and tbh dystopian. I mean AO3 is already have the best tagging and filtering system better than Wattpad or FF.Net or any other sites...

Also thanks Zach for sending me this screenshot lol

I bet OP is a young Zoomers because they never fucking use or knows FF.NET before ( yeah not all young Zoomers are puritan but you know a lot of them are sadly exposed to this conservative/TERF BS agenda ) yo young zoomers don't be puritans

It ain't cool bruh... Don't judge a whole website like AO3 just because it has the thing you don't like. If you wanted to nuke AO3 or treat it like a plague because it have things you don't like... Why don't you just nuke the whole internet? Don't use Tumblr too

I need more JK fans to stop treating him like a fucking child. He got signed to Calvin Klein as both a jeans AND underwear ambassador, meaning yeah, there’s a good chance he could model the underwear too. Yet for some reason I’m seeing a lot of his fans hate that idea? Some even going as far as to say it would damage his image? Fuck off. 

He’s already been sexualized to this point, what would it matter now if he modeled in some boxer briefs for a company that’s entirely known for its ad campaigns of people in the brands underwear? If JK didn’t wanna model being that exposed, he wouldn’t have signed with them under the label for jeans and underwear.

He was just on live folding a bunch CK gave him, hell don’t be shocked if that was his way of giving y’all a spoiler for what’s to come. Don’t drool over his abs and talk about how sexual he is and then get angry when it tips a point you now feel is ‘’too much’’. That’s HIS body, that’s HIS choice, either continue to drool over him or shut up.