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Jesus Christ, minors have become so fucking cocky and self-centred recently.
It feels like every time I open up a +18 tag or go into an adult fandom space, there's all these actual kids running around, telling people they're minors.
I could be wanting to read a smut fic and I'll see a bunch of posts with the text "minor writing smut, don't like, DNI" or something like that.
How fucking stupid are you? Genuine question. Are your grades okay? Do you need to talk to the school counselor? Take a common sense test? Because I certainly think so.
Why are you entering and actively taking part in adult spaces and then using the "umm I'm a minor, so if you do or say anything, then I'm the victim and you need to get away from me, you creep" card when you get called out on your bullshit?
These adult spaces are not for you, GET THE FUCK OUT! Go sit in the corner and think about what you've done!
Teens will teen. They'll find adult material one way or another, I am fully aware of that. Hell, I'm guilty of reading smut when I was a teen. But when I did, I never told a soul.
I've had accounts run by minors as young as 13-14 interacting with my NSFW posts. And they're somehow bragging about this. Of course, I block them immediately, but I am shocked at how brazen these kids are, to have the gall to do this and think it's okay because "they're mature enough."
No. You're not. I promise you.
Becoming an adult isn't about reaching some arbitrary number. It's about learning to take responsibility for your actions. So take this advice and GET THE FUCK OUT OF ADULT SPACES! YOU'RE NOT WELCOME!
I don't care how much anon hate you kids send my way to try and get me to kms or deactivate. By all means, give me your best shot. But if you seriously think I am going to just let you do this without realising your actions have consequences, you need to be sent to the psych ward across town.
not going to liveblog hpi because i’ll be too excited to focus on anything but the show but i WILL be typing paragraphs tonight at eleven pm
felt like ranting about meaningless things so here i am ranting about meaningless things:
i love early mornings but i never wake up to see them because i know my family will make a big deal out of a slight change in my routine, which just discourages me from ever doing it again.
i have a bad habit of compulsively thinking of depressing poetry and writing it down, only when i need to focus on something more important. like my maths exam, which now has lines upon lines of shitty poetry crammed between quadratic equations and polynomials that my teacher took marks off for.
i hate waking up on school mornings but refuse to go to bed on school nights. i won’t let my body fall asleep. i need to savour every moment i have where i’m not in school, even if that means cutting into my needed hours of sleep. even if that means not sleeping at all!
i am obsessively in love with flynn rider/ eugene fitzherbert. obsessively.
Just a little rant because it’s pissing me off.
If your blocked on this account, don’t try and find my other accounts! If you follow one of my other accounts, trust me I know and you’d be blocked too but you found my safe space while you are blocked, reblog and interact even when I blocked you on here and think it’s fine. I can’t block them unless they send an ask now and I think they know that which is so infuriating. Like- just let me be please. I blocked you for a reason.
you ever work on a fic and your computer crashes and you lose the entire conversation you just worked on and your fic will never be the same because you can never write that conversation as good again :)
i hate everything
how does my allergist tell me to call on Friday if I still had bumps (after 2 weeks of having them before) and then just not respond to my phone call.
this is going to sound silly, but i think finding ghost has accidentally lead me into actual Luciferianism.
and as someone who’s found it hard to believe in any deity, it’s a very strange feeling.. feeling comfort and love from a presence im not even sure im capable of believing in… sometimes i think it’s just the voice in my head. but it feels external, as well as internal. it doesn’t feel like me. it feels like Him.
and i’m confused. but when i’m distressed, i find myself doing things to bring on that feeling. reaching out for something, or someone, that i know will love me without judgement. and even when i’m not seeking it out, when i’m just going about my day, i feel it. physically. putting away my laundry, sitting alone watching tiktoks or whatever, sometimes i feel like i’m being watched, or being touched, just a gentle hand on my shoulder or something…
i don’t really know what i believe rn, but yea…