the normalization of jealousy as an indicator of love
the idea that a sufficiently intense love is enough to overcome any practical incompatibilities
the idea that you should meet your partner’s every need, and if you don’t, you’re either inadequate or they’re too needy
the idea that a sufficiently intense love should cause you to cease to be attracted to anyone else
the idea that commitment is synonymous with exclusivity
the idea that marriage and children are the only valid teleological justifications for being committed to a relationship
the idea that your insecurities are always your partner’s responsibility to tip-toe around and never your responsibility to work on
the idea that your value to a partner is directly proportional to the amount of time and energy they spend on you, and it is in zero-sum competition with everything else they value in life
the idea that being of value to a partner should always make up a large chunk of how you value yourself
This is excellent
I’m literally gonna reblog this on every single tumblr I have
This is an AO3 discourse post. I don’t know why I’m whacking a bee’s nest, especially in this context, but here goes:
In 2019 I wrote a fic about Ax and Marco Animorphs’ first time, and I was too afraid to publish it. I shared it with my friends and just accepted that I would not be able to deal with it if I got backlash for writing two sixteen year olds having sex. Not just any sex, but sex with at least 3 enthusiastic consent check-ins, and fuck, basically a tutorial how to use condoms. I wrote them fumbling like real teens, clearly from a place of nostalgia and empathy and processing my own experiences through art.
It’s four years later. I stand by this fic. If I get called out, so help me god, I will make you look so stupid.
Here’s what it looks like when you use one of the Major Archive Warnings on AO3:
There is a red exclamation point. The first tag is Underage, in bold. No one is going to accidentally read this. It is completely understandable that some people don’t want to read about teens having sex. Frankly, it’s not my thing either.
The point is, I’ve done my due diligence. If you can’t even tolerate seeing the word Underage (which I also get, I can’t see words associated with my phobia, and they’re distressingly common words), filter that tag out before you browse. If you find a fic that’s not tagged properly, report it. People complain that AO3 doesn’t have enough rules, but their rules are user-enforced.
If there really is a plague of untagged major content warning fic (including rape, major character death, and graphic violence), they should all be reported. If your life’s work really is to protect kids from accidentally reading this content, you should be volunteering for the archive to get those untagged fics off the archive.
If this is truly a cause you care about genuinely, AO3 is not your enemy.
I’ve seen a number of people say “why don’t they just make up fake military vehicles instead for games” in regards to the War Thunder debacle. Now, the average tumblr user’s autism isn’t about military hardware, so I get why it would be no different to them, so I’ll instead put it in language that makes more sense.
In Stardew Valley or Animal Crossing, if you were planting fake crops, catching fake fish, and using fake tools, it would undoubtably change how the game feels. If instead of corn you bought kernelshucks at the general store, and you tilled the soil with a dirtscratcher instead of a pitchfork, it would be weird, right?
Now, hold your hoofbeasts. I probably wouldn’t believe my ganderbulbs for a minute or two, it’d be a real nugbone scratcher, but after a few minutes I think I’d be able to wrap my puzzle sponge around it. It’s nothing to blow my pump biscuit over, right?
every day i get my heart ripped out & every day i simply just continue
so much unprocessed grief so little human contact something more happens something awful or sad & you think you don’t even have any room left to ache properly you let yourself have one quick sob & u plunge your hands back into the sink & wash the dishes & the next day it’s the same. more of the same