#it is mentioned

[melissshit]

They have different priorities…

[dreamsteddie]

A while ago now, before I even had this blog and was writing in as anonamous, I had submitted this fic idea thing for Slick Sunday and I wish I could find it so I could reblog it today for March Mating Madness because it was about Steve getting bitched and I'm still thinking about it.

The basic presmise was that after going through the bitching process Steve's dick doesn't resead and shrink like it's supposed to and he's super self consious about his body because of it. He meets John and Argyle who run a very taseful Queer skin mag and ask him to be one of their models.

Steve doesn't think anyone is going to be into that but says what the hell and does a shoot with the. He becomes their most popular model and continues working with them for a while. It builds his confidence and makes him feel more at home in his body.

Eddie is obsessed with Steve, who never shows his face in the pictures, and buys multiple copies of all the issues he's in. They meet on accident at the gocery store and start dating but when they go to have sex for the first time, Eddie immedietly freaks out because he knows that body and feels like a total creep. He leaves and Steve thinks he got freaked out by his body the way he always worried alphas would.

They make up and it's all good but this idea haunts me. If I was an artist I would be drawing all of Steve's photos in a zine format.

@stmarchmm

[scribz-ag24]

Some gro-VILE

[lazy-n]

Y’know… I realise that calling it a filter and being vague makes it sound wrong… so I’ll give a more detailed exhibit of what I mean! Reminder: I live in the U.S. (yes that’s necessary)

The Filter was put in place after I got in trouble in 7th grade. Fun Fact: I’ve never had detention, but I’ve had cubes. Cubes is fun, lots of reading and no social interaction, it’s 13 year old me’s paradise and I don’t think I’d even hate it now.

So, I said some stupid stuff. What, exactly? Did I swear? Did I lie? Did I tell a joke at another’s expense? Did I start a rumour? Was I bullying someone? Nope!

I said, and I quote, “I never would, but if I were to shoot up a school, I wouldn’t use a gun. I’d use a bow!”

Thank you for that lovely statement, 13 year old me. I stand by what I said, but know I could’ve phrased it better. I never would, but if I were to, it’d be with a bow. I was trying to clarify that I’d never bring a gun to school because I don’t like using guns.

Now, let me tell you, 13 year olds take that sort of statement and run with it. So, unbeknownst to me, a rumour spread like wildfire that a student was going to shoot up the school. I’d offhandedly mentioned that I felt unsafe at the Middle School Dance and had brought a knife, so they mentioned that and said I was going to bring a gun next. (Note: I only brought that knife to the one dance. 13 year old me hung out with some super fucking creepy people and I didn’t trust my peers)

Y’know. The exact thing I said I wouldn’t do? But whatever, I got called into the principle’s office. Still hate that man to this very day but that’s because he thought yelling would make me remember what he said. Also pretty sure he was fired for hitting on the high schoolers (he switched schools, it sucked. Still hate him)

Yelling does nothing to me. I just freeze up and can’t understand you.

So, he gave me cubes for “until the rumours die down” in order to “protect me” (read: try and punish me for what I said). My parents saw this vaguely autistic (SPCD, it’s complicated) tween and went, “Yeah. Fuck no. We’re getting this kid out of cubes” ‘cause my ass loved it in there and they knew it

Cut to three days later (a Friday) and my dad picks me up from the school like 4 hours into the day. Did I mention I did my schoolwork during cubes? Yeah I finished a book series in there because I consistently did all my work before the third hour bell rang. No, seriously, I had the time of my life in there, someone send me back to cubes it was so much fun

The cubes teacher said I might have to finish the time once Monday came. I was far too cheery for her about that and smiled while happily, but quietly, saying “Okay!” Mind you, this woman thought I started rumours because she’d never heard of a kid being put in cubes for rumours happening about them. She gave me an anti-bullying packet and I filled it out very confused because A) I wasn’t bullying anyone and B) I’d been bullied before so I knew how it felt, Sharon.

I didn’t go back to cubes on Monday, which both confused me and made me a little sad. Instead, I was put into Transitional School, a class that worked as home base for kids who deal with transition poorly, and a class I probably should’ve been in from the start. That one also had all my schoolwork in it so I still got all my stuff dine, including homework, before the third hour bell.

But, ever since then, because the rumours had worried people, I’ve had a filter on my wildest thoughts. It’s kinda fine, honestly I think the entirety of my dad’s side of the family has it, too. It makes me a better writer but also makes me sit there going, “Huh. Is this a normal thought?” and my mother gives me a mildly concerned look about it semi-regularly, then remembers that it’s nothing compared to my dad.

So yeah. That’s a can of worms for y’all! It’s also me explaining that my filter is actually pretty innocent

[hauntingmiser]

⚠️ : Gore blood and dried out bloody faces in pic #6

ART DUMP FOR YOU HOES

[ some of them are sometimes made in may? To now so beware. ]

[voiddemon]

me to myself: ok i am going to sit down and seriously write

me to myself 20 minutes later: ok in the yin-yarn dating sim where you play as yin-yarn there's a secret morpho knight route you unlock after having gay sex with kine and the entire reason for this route to exist is because of some vague oc lore and also it'd be so fucking funny to write