Super Psycho Love

Genderfluid | 27 | Libra-INFP | 18+ Blog | BNHA Writer | Requests Closed

[proherostories]

Inactive

If any new blerbs for stories I’ve been inspired to write will be once in a blue moon

any requests that were in my mail that have not been answered are obviously not going to be. 

I’ve been trying to get back into watching my hero, i haven’t lost my interest in it, it simply became a matter of No Time.

Thank you and Sorry overall. 

[dead-0n-main-deactivated2021101]

A reminder to all of the mentally ill kids seeking treatment and other people new to the psych system:

If you absolutely hate going to your therapist, you have the wrong therapist

If you feel like your therapist doesn’t understand you, has misdiagnosed you, or is focusing on the wrong things, you have the wrong therapist

If your therapist is too old to understand the things you’re going through, like cyberbullying or LGBT related issues, you have the wrong therapist

If you feel like therapy isn’t working for you, YOU HAVE THE WRONG THERAPIST!

I went through five therapists before finding mine. FIVE. Sometimes it takes a while to find someone who works for you, but you do NOT have to be stuck with a therapist you don’t enjoy seeing or you don’t feel is helping you!

[littlesystems]

For the people who are out there “fighting the good fight” and “trying to make fandom a better place,” I have two important questions for you:

1. Is the author dead? x

2. Is your baby in the bathwater? x

What do I mean by those things? Let’s start with #1. The Death of the Author is a type of literary criticism, the extreme cliff notes version of which is that art exists outside of the creator’s life, personal background, and even intentions. I’m using it slightly differently than Barthes intended, but that’s okay, because the author is dead and I’m interpreting his work through my own lens.

In fandom, the author is dead. In fact, the author was never alive in the first place, not really. The author has only ever been the idea of a person, because unlike published fiction, the only thing we know about a fanfic author is that which they choose to tell us about themselves.

Why is that important?

Because it might not be true. Hell, that happens in real life with published authors, who have SSN’s on file with their publishers, who pay taxes on the works they create and have researchable pasts. If the author of A Million Little Pieces could fake everything, why can’t I? Why can’t you? Why can’t the writer of your favorite fic in the whole wide world?

Stop me if you’ve heard this before: “you can only write about [sensitive subject] if [sensitive subject] has happened to you personally, otherwise you’re a disgusting monster that deserves to die!!” Or maybe “you can only write [x racial or ethnic group] characters if you’re [x racial or ethnic group] otherwise you’re racist/fetishizing/colonizing!”

You can play this game with any sensitive subject you can come up with. I’ve seen them all before, on a sliding scale of slightly chastising to literal death threats.

Now, I could tell you that I’m a white-passing Latina whose grandmother was an anchor baby. I could tell you that I speak only English because my family never taught me to speak Spanish, something which I’ve been told is common in the Cuban community, though I only know my own lived experience. I could tell you that I’m mostly neurotypical. I could tell you that I’m covered in surgical scars. I could tell you lots of things.

Are any of these true? Maybe! I could tell you that my brother has severe mental development problems, so uncommon that they’ve never been properly diagnosed, and that he will live the rest of his life in a group home with 24-hour care. Is that true? Am I allowed to write about families struggling with America’s piss-poor services for the handicapped now?

Am I allowed to write about being Cuban? After all, I did just say that I’m Cuban. But is it true? Can I instead write a character that’s Panamanian? Maybe I really am Panamanian, not Cuban. Maybe I’m both. Maybe I’m neither. Maybe I’m really French Canadian. Should we require people to post regular selfies? I can’t count the number of times I’ve had someone come up to me speaking Arabic, and I’ve been told that I look Syrian. What’s stopping me from making a blog that claims that I am Syrian? Can you even really tell someone’s race and ethnicity from a photo?

Am I allowed to write about being a teenager? Am I allowed to write about being a college student? Am I allowed to write about being an “adulty” adult? Can I write a character who’s 40? 50? 60? How old am I?

All of this is to say: you can’t base what someone is or is not “allowed” to write about on a background that may or may not be real. No matter how good your intentions. And I get it - this usually comes from a place of well-meaning. You’re trying to protect marginalized groups by stopping privileged people from trampling all over experiences that they haven’t suffered. I get that. It’s a very noble thought. But you can’t require a background check for every fic that you don’t like.

If you say “you can only write about rape if you’re a rape victim,” then one of three things will happen:

Real survivors will have to supply intimate details of their own violations to prevent harassment

Real survivors will refuse to engage and will then have to deal with death threats and people telling them to kill themselves for daring to write about their own experiences

People who aren’t survivors will say “yeah sure this happened to me” just to get people to shut up

Has that helped anyone? I mean really - anyone??

So now let’s get to point #2: is your baby in the bathwater?

If your intention is to protect marginalized people from being trampled upon, stop and assess if your boot is the one that’s now stamping on their face. Find your baby! Is your baby in the bathwater? Which is to say: find the goal that you’re advocating for. Now assess. Are you making the problem worse for the people you’re trying to protect? Does that rape victim really feel better, now that you’ve harassed and stalked them in the name of making rape victims feel safe?

Let’s say you read a fic that contains explicit sex between a 16 year old and a 17 year old. Is this okay? Would it be okay if the writer was 15? 16? 17? Should teenagers be barred from writing about their own lives, and should teenagers be banned from exploring sexuality in a fictional bubble, instead of hookup culture? Is it okay for a 20 year old to write about their experiences as a teenager? Is it okay for a 20 year old to write about being raped at a party as a teenager? Is it okay for a 30 year old? How about a 40 year old? Is it okay so long as it isn’t titillating? Is it okay if taking control of the narrative allows the writer to re-conceptualize their trauma as something they have control over? Is it okay if their therapist told them that writing is a safe creative outlet?

Is your author dead?

Is your baby in the bathwater?

Now let’s take a hardline approach: no fanfiction with characters who are under 18 years old. None. Is the 16 year old who really loves Harry Potter and wants to read/write about characters their own age better off? Should they be banned from writing? Should they be forced to exclusively read and write (adult) experiences that they haven’t lived? Will they write about teens anyway? Should they have to share it in secret? Should 16 year olds be ashamed of themselves? Should we just throw in with the evangelicals and say that the only answer is abstinence, both real and fictional?

Let’s say that no rape is allowed in fiction, at all. None. What happens to all the hurt/comfort fics where a character is raped and then receives the support and love that they deserve, slowly heal, and by the end have found themselves again? Are you helping rape victims by banning these stories? Are you helping rape victims by stripping their agency away, by telling them that their wants and their consent doesn’t matter?

Is your baby in the bathwater?

Fandom is currently being split in two: on one side, the people who want to make fandom a “safer” place by any means necessary, even if that means throwing out all of the marginalized groups they say they want to protect - and on the other, people who are saying “if you throw out that bathwater, you’re throwing the baby out too.”

The whole point of fandom is to be able to explore all kinds of ideas from the safety and comfort of a computer screen. You can read/write things that fascinate you, disgust you, titillate you, or make your heart feel warm. This is true of all fiction. People who want to read about rape and incest and extreme violence and torture can go pick up a copy of Game of Thrones from the bookstore whenever they want. Sanitizing fandom just means holding a community of people who are primarily not male, not straight, not cis, or some combination of those three, to higher and stricter standards than straight white cis male authors and creators all over the world.

There is nothing you can find on AO3 that you can’t find in a bookstore. Any teenager can go check out Lolita, or ASOIAF, or Flowers in the Attic, or Stephen King’s It, or Speak, or hundreds of other books that have adult themes or gratuitous violence or graphic sex. The difference is that AO3 has warnings and tags and allows people to interact only with the types of work that they want to, and allows people to curate their experiences.

Are these themes eligible to be explored, but only in the setting of something produced/published? Books, movies, television, studio art, music - all of these fields have huge barriers to entry, and they’re largely controlled by wealthy cishet white men. Is it better to say that only those who have the right connections to “make it” in these industries should be allowed to explore violence or sexuality or any other so-called “adult” theme?

Does banning women from writing MLM erotica make fan culture a better place?

Does banning queer people from writing about queer experiences make fan culture a better place?

Is M/M fic okay, but only if the author is male? What if he’s a trans man? What if they’re NB? Who should get to draw those lines? Should TERFs get a vote? What if the author is a woman who feels more comfortable writing from a male character’s perspective because she’s grown up with male stories her whole life, or because she identifies more with male characters? What about all the trans men who discovered themselves, in part, by writing fanfiction, and realized that their desires to write male characters stemmed from something they hadn’t yet realized about themselves?

How can we ever be sure that the author is who they say they are?

Who is allowed to write these stories? How do we enforce it?

Is it better for none of these stories to ever exist at all?

Have you killed your author?

Have you thrown out your baby with the bathwater?

[lemonlordleah-deactivated202212]

This was an absolutely fantastic post. One of the strangest things I’ve ever seen is that people need to reveal intimate details about themselves in order to write something or for some group. This person covered anything I could ever think and say on the subject with absolute elegance and clarity. It is also both refreshing and saddening to see this was posted way back in 2019.

Man, authors are awesome. Thank you OP.

[missreinarabbit]

[proherostories]

Request response

Hey anon!!! I did get all your ask stuff <3 sorry I have been busy with other things and didn’t get a chance to pop onto this sideblog

I’ve gotten so much praise on that fic and ppl on ao3 have asked for a p2 as well but I always need a little direction and something to go off of, so yeah I can take your request and do something with it!

idk how long it’ll be but just know I’m thinking abt how to write it <3

[kyloren]

*sweeps all of my AU ideas under the rug* why must I be called out this way?

[maybeeatspaghetti]

[thesesummersonspoet]

THINGS WHICH MAKE WRITERS ANXIOUS:

not writing

writing

people reading their stories

people not reading their stories

[kedreeva]

Editing

Not editing

[cassmorriswrites]

Not having any good ideas

Having too many ideas and not being able to decide which to write

Having one really good idea and worrying they’re not a good enough writer for the idea

[nixedsims]

Not having the time to write

Having the time to write

[maverick-werewolf]

Talking to someone about their writing

Being unable to talk to someone about their writing

[thewritingumbrellas]

Open up your manuscript.

Search for “there is” or “there was.”

Find all the description or action that starts with “there” and change it.

“There is a strike of lightning” becomes “lightning strikes the sky.”

“There is panic building in his chest” becomes “panic builds in his chest.”

Helps declump the writing

[aritany]

having writer friends is being like in the world’s tiniest fandom except to get new content you have to beat it out of the author with a stick

[viperosedae]

being a writer is like being in the world’s tiniest fandom and you have to beat content out of yourself with a stick

[official-lucifers-child]

being a writer and having writer friends is like you’re all in different fandoms and you take turns beating content out of each other with a stick

[havocspiral]

All Hail The Content Whacking Stick

[badwolfbadwolf]

I think I am officially Fandom Old. I am so worn out from the arguments on who's the top or the bottom (who cares), what is allowed to be written (anything you want, bejeebus), what is Problematic (I know, just tag it), what other people Should Do (they Should live their lives free of judgment). There isn't a Right Way to do things. Tag your stuff appropriately, don't read stuff you don't want to read, and leave other people (me) alone.

[livia-arida-deactivated20201018]

The OP of this Twitter thread took the words right out of my mouth.

[jessicamariana-interacts-deacti]

AMEN.

[grainedepav0t]

[plainbrunettelbl]

Guilty

[proherostories]

A Ridiculous Notion

AO3 LINK

WC - 1327

Archive Warnings - Rated T & Choose not to use Archive Warnings.

TW - Blood & Injury

Pairing - DabiHawks

Summary - Dabi’s lips were pulled tight and he crouched, going quiet and thoughtful. How funny that the first time he would touch Hawks’ skin was because the dumbass had gotten hurt.

Notes - Written for "#writersmonth2020" from tumblr

Day 5 Prompt = Soulmates

Written for "#writersmonth2020" from THIS POST

Ending up a vigilante was never something Dabi had anticipated. Then again, who did? Sure there were some kids who grew up wanting to become a vigilante because they didn’t like the ‘hero-villain’ aspect, and would prefer following the grey road.

Dabi didn’t have a problem with that. He helped people like that, actually. Why not, since he was right here doing the same thing? It helped a lot that he had contacts in the police department.

The difficult part was avoiding the Hero Commission. The ones who tried to shut people like him down because he didn’t ‘fit the mold’. 

Fuck the mold.

Unfortunately, that also meant they tried sending people under their thumb to track him down. 

Unfortunately, that meant meeting with Hawks, the one and only number two hero.

They’d crossed paths three months ago, and it felt like he wasn’t able to shake him ever since. Something felt off. It was as if there was a magnet pulling them together. As cliche and vomit-inducing that was, it was true. It pissed him off, and he had plenty of arguments with the goddamn bird, but none of them got physical. They never touched. Closest was ever three feet apart.

Recently, however...something was changing. It started when the arguments turned into more playful banter seemingly without either of them noticing. That had been around two months. Now Hawks was more quiet than usual; it freaked him out a little, but Dabi found it easier to talk to lost kids and angry teenagers than it was to the stupid bird. 

Feelings. His own were closely guarded and he could tell so were Hawks’. Even if a begrudging understanding was formed, they were both terrible at it. Dabi even more so since leaving the Todoroki household. He could be ‘Touya’ for family holidays to make Fuyumi and Natsuo happy, but he hated running into his father.

Grunting, leaning back against the brick wall, he turned his head up to the starless sky above the alleyway. He’d been busy, trying to keep unfortunate souls off the street so they didn’t get in trouble with the Hero society. All he wanted was to reduce the amount of people going through what he’d gone through. He couldn’t save everyone, he knew that going into this, but he could find satisfaction in helping those he was able to. 

A feather floated in front of his face, nearly making him cross-eyed as he snapped back and suddenly focused on it. There was a soft, warm laugh and he looked over after snatching the dumb feather out of the air. Hawks’ breath hitched and he narrowed his eyes at him. It wasn’t the first time he’d grabbed an offending red feather, but the way Hawks leaned against the opposite wall had him frowning. “What’s the matter with you, birdie?”

“Ah...nothing.” Hawks was off one foot, but it wasn’t casual. Dabi had been around the block, he could tell he was favoring that side. His hands were dug into his pockets, and Dabi came over to him, lips thin as he raked his eyes up and down the other. “Why are you looking at me like that? I’m not-” he froze when Dabi got in his face, golden eyes widening. He sucked in a breath and because he was so close, Dabi noticed the grimace as tiny of a movement it was.

“You’re not fine, stupid bird. Where are you hurt?” He reached for his coat, though didn’t force it open in case he aggravated whatever injury there was.

Hawks smacked his hand away, leather gloves loud against flesh, “It’s not like you care so why are you trying?”

What Dabi was taken aback by was the venom in his voice and he blinked slowly at him. “What makes you assume I don’t care? You know what I do. I do exactly what you do, just in a different way. We’ve had this talk before.”

Hawks’ feathers ruffled and he seemed to shrink in on himself, digging his hands deeper into his pockets and hunching his shoulders up, “I’ve met a couple of people you helped. One of them works at a convenience store I frequent.”

Dabi arched a brow at him, “Yet you don’t want my help.”

“You don’t need to, hotshot. It’s not necessary.”

Dabi rolled his eyes and grabbed at his coat regardless, pushing it aside and he grunted at the sight of the blood by his hip. “Not necessary my ass. This is fresh.”

“Yeah ‘cause-” Hawks was cut off as Dabi pressed his hand against it, moving the torn flight suit to look at the gash closer, forcing him to move his arms to give him more room, “-I pulled it open while flying.”

Dabi’s lips were pulled tight and he crouched, going quiet and thoughtful. How funny that the first time he would touch Hawks’ skin was because the dumbass had gotten hurt. A tingling warmth as if his Quirk was activating crawled up his arm and he froze. Suddenly, his heart was pounding and it was hard to keep his breathing even.

He’d heard about this while out and around among the people. A ridiculous notion, but it had key factors to it. Soulmates. Now he was thinking about it and taking all of his encounters with Hawks into account…

Swearing softly, his eyes flicked up and blue met gold. “I know you carry a first aid kit in your pockets.” He reached into one of his own and pulled out his own, “Sit your ass down and take your jacket off.”

“Unless you want me naked I can’t take off my suit.” Hawks snorted but did as he was told, getting a matching kit from the cargo pants pocket. He used his jacket as a cushion to sit on, leaving his entire upper body basically bare.

There was a throb through his body and Dabi let a long breath out, “It doesn’t matter. Just your jacket, and kept your arms out of the way.” Grunting as he got down, he opened both boxes and went about cleaning it of the blood and whatever could’ve been in the gash. Once ointment and gauze was on, he started on the wrappings, “You better go straight home after this, birdy. No crazy stunts, twists or turns. This needs to heal or your precious Hero work will be affected, so think about calling tomorrow off, too.”

“How’d you even know I was hurt?” he clicked his tongue.

“When you leaned against the wall, it wasn’t your casual cockiness. You were favoring this side and didn’t look normal.”

Hawks snorted, “Oh? What’s normal?”

“A pinched expression, like you were wincing but keeping your face neutral. I know a mask when I see one. Takes one to know one, after all.” He fought the reflex to lift his lips at Hawks’ bark of laughter. “Stay still.”

“S-Sorry,” he kept the shaking of his body to a minimum, “So you’re admitting you keep things locked away, too, yeah?”

“I’m not going to get all touchy-feely with you in an alleyway, birdy.”

“No need to, hotshot.” He shook his head, “It’s just...nice to know. Another time, maybe.”

Dabi rolled his eyes and finished up, pinning the bandages together so they wouldn’t move, “Sure, whatever you say.” He bore into him with his intense gaze, “Don’t be so stupid and maybe it’ll happen.” Maybe it was realizing they were soulmates, but Dabi genuinely felt ill seeing Hawks covered in blood. “Be more careful.”

“Yes mom.” Hawks winced openly when Dabi smacked him upside the head, “Sorry, sorry. No need to abuse me.” He was perceptive enough to watch Dabi freeze up and his face went icy. The Hero’s throat bobbed, “Hey...I didn’t mean it.”

A deep breath through his nose and out his mouth, “I know. Another time, maybe.”

This time Hawks smirked, expression softer than Dabi’d seen it before, “Maybe.”

[daddyslittleprincess118-blog]

romanticizing mental illness is dangerous and misleading

Artsy depression: haunted eyes, good at art, emo hair and eyeliner on point

Actual Depression: bloodshot eyes, no longer trust themselves with pencils, has not showered in five days

Quirky OCD: organized books, clean room, color coordinated outfits

Actual OCD: Intrusive thoughts, flipping the light switch 8 times so you don’t stab your brother, picking holes in your skin

Cute eating disorders: Slim trim and beautiful, shyly refusing a second helping, dancer aesthetic

Actual eating disorders: Puffy cheeks and eroded teeth from excessive vomiting, hair growing over your freezing body and refusing to eat carrots because they’re too high in carbs

Adorable anxiety: just a smol bean, soft, must be protected from the world

Actual anxiety: crying so hard you throw up, shaking, losing sleep over a period after the “okay”

RPG PTSD: flashbacks, vietnam, u don’t know what i’ve been through kiddo

Actual PTSD: Buying your first pregnancy test at twelve, flinching at high fives, i can’t feel my hands where am I what year is it

Cartoon ADHD: look a squirrel, something shiny, fidgety loveable bufoon

Actual ADHD: rereading the same page over and over because it doesn’t make sense, hasn’t done the laundry in four months, hyperfocusing on a mushroom knowing you have work to do

stop making terrifying realities seem cute. it’s disrespectful for those of us who are actually struggling

[magnetothemagnificent]

Bless this post

[mikkeneko]

the whump fan’s dilemma

[mikkeneko]

the notes on this post really do paint a picture of the psychology of fans, don’t they

[rogueofcrows]

[proherostories]

Writer's Month: Day five is Soulmates! Your favorite! *dangling it like a carrot*

Me: But WHAT IF I write ahead for Prompt 17 cooking?!