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Because apparently people need reminders:
Do not stalk your favorites.
Do not give the excuse that "that's just how these fans are" because that just allows that behavior to continue and potentially put people in danger.
Do not record your favorites when they are clearly having downtime and want to enjoy some peace.
Just because a person is in the public eye doesn't mean they shouldn't be given privacy when it is clear they aren't performing or being their stage persona on camera.
I have never been more disgusted by a select group of fans who are bothering Stray Kids. It being the fandom culture in that area isn't an excuse to ruin their time of rest before concerts (all that is happening is making these guys more exhausted which could lead to a concert that lacks even if they try their hardest). This mentality is going to make them less likely to return if the dangers outweigh the benefits (JYPE you better put your fucking artists' safety above money 🤬).
I get it, it's exciting for your favorites to be around and for you to be so close to them and come across them but please, for the love of God, treat them like fucking humans. You wouldn't like someone treating you the way they're being treated, so stop.
But again, I have learned more these last few months that most people don't actually care about others especially when there is something to be gained (like clout).
Given how in v3 Pyrrha a member of team jnpr died and the parallels to v3 what if a member of team rwby dies like Weiss. (I am bringing this up because people are already talking about winter or Nora dying
I don’t think anyone in team rwby is gonna bite it anytime soon, given how they’re the title characters. what I am worried about is that someone (ruby) might get kidnapped or badly injured
The Holy Trinity.
A commission for Irken Pop-Tart of Ma Belle and Beast together These two have the absolute hots for one another and I'd worry for the fool that tries to get between them THANK YOU FOR COMMISSIONING ME! <333 --- Beast and Ma Belle belong to Irken Pop-Tart Art is mine
I never thought I'd feel homesick for a ship, but that's how I feel about Memori right now. I really miss them and I'm so worried about Emori's storyline this year.
As I’m walking on the treadmill, I just wanted to share a thought that I had this morning. Sometimes, the thoughts are like “Oh, I like the sound of this, I have to get it down,” but this one’s more like “this thought is so heavy, I need to put it down or else I’ll collapse of exhaustion”.
But it’s just that I’m not really controlling my weight. I’m 10+ pounds less than when I started my gym journey, but it’s not me doing that. It’s more so that I don’t have to be big anymore.
Because before we buried him, it was me who had to protect us from him. If I wasn’t big, then what can I do? It wasn’t me who necessarily chose to be big, it was just that someone had to be big, someone had to be my mother’s son, and growing smashed between two sisters meant it had to be me.
And it’s confusing, if anything, because I weeped for the guy, for God’s sake, I wrote poetry for the guy, but it was also me who as a teenager had him pinned to the ground with my sheer weight lest he hurt my mom.
And it’s infuriating because he is my brother’s father, and there’s memorials for him, a park bench with his name on it, but I fantasized about taking a wooden spoon covered in peanut butter (he was allergic), shoving it down his throat, and snapping it while it’s still inside his neck.
And now he’s gone, 12 feet under. His own heart got the better of him in the end. And I don’t have to be big anymore. So, I guess I won’t be.
multifandom forever but B2ST/HIGHLIGHT reigns supreme.