#JUSTICE!!! @writtenskyes - Tumblr Blog

Stuff kids on tumblr better relearn

1. You are responsible for your own media experience.

2. There is such a thing as a healthy level of avoidance towards topics that make you feel unwell or even (in a real-life clinical definition of the term) trigger you - but you are the one to actively take care of what you view.

3. Avoiding does not mean policing others.

4. You have no right to tell artists to censor themselves - you may criticize what others do, you may dislike it, that’s fine - but actively asking for censorship when you could easily unfollow or block a person just makes you look incompetent in your use of the internet.

5. Do not give people on tumblr or /any/ website the responsibility for your emotional well-being. Because these people do not even know you so no, you have no right to ask them to take care of you.

vesperlionheart

6. Content creators are not your parents and owe you nothing, not even a breakdown on why their content isn’t problematic. You don’t get to demand a dissertation denouncing any and everything unhealthy in a piece you don’t like. Move on.

summerpipedream

7. Tagging is a nicety but not an obligation. You can message people, politely, and ask them to tag things, and many people will, but understand that it’s their blog and they aren’t obliged to say yes. Unfollow and block when you need to. Circling back to number 1, you are responsible for curating your own experience.

8. Don’t be a jerk. Remember at the end of the day, there are actual living, breathing people behind each screen name. Don’t say anything you wouldn’t say to someone’s face in real life.

pixie-mage

I cannot stress enough how important it is to remember this.

ragingbookdragon

You are responsible for your own intake, not anyone else, and sure as hell not the people you actively decide to follow–that’s on you, babe

scatter-brain-at-work

I’ve unfollowed really nice people whose content I generally enjoy because of one or other thing.

It doesn’t have to be this big bad thing. People aren’t violating Geneva conventions here. But ultimately if anything makes your day worse more than you can handle, even if it’s not problematic ™, you’re allowed to stop letting that content on your dash.

#psa #fyi #this does apply to other social medias #YOU are responsible for the content YOU CHOOSE to consume #you can't control what people post or how much they post about that thing you don't like. you CAN control your exposure by blocking them #you can also use filters (tumblr has tags and content filters) to avoid content you don't want to see #for clearly harmful content you can report it and then block

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[Gift Fic] Hugs Can’t Fix Everything

Happy holidays! This isn’t exactly christmas themed but if christmas to you is love in all it’s different ways then yes, this is christmas themed.

@batfam-christmas-stocking

For @renecdote. It’s short. And I feel rusty in writing but I hope you like it.

Also on AO3

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Jason was wondering the halls of the manor, aches from his sprained arm and bandaged leg, not to mention all the tender places that had matching bruises making themselves known but he was ignoring it. The only reason he was even here right now was because of Alfred and not really because of all the bruises he was sporting. Disappointing his grandfather wasn’t something he wanted to do anymore.

Disappointing himself, however, seems to be something he just couldn’t give up on. He’d left his soft bed knowing that walking anywhere would be a pain. And would add to his knowing he was being an idiot.

But he’d woken up in pain, alone and surrounded by silence which had unnerved him. He wasn’t sure why (Lie. He did know why. He’d expected someone to be there when he woke). And the sudden feeling of being forgotten had given him enough adrenaline to ignore the pain and leave the room, seeking out anyone so he wouldn’t be alone. Being in the Manor always meant not being alone, right? If he’d been in his safe-house, it would’ve been expected. No one ever checked on him there. But he’d stayed here so someone had to be here too, right? Right?

Turning the corner and walking into the kitchen, Jason stopped short as a small person was currently raiding the fridge. Noise of an empty juice box being sucked dry adding to the sound of Tupperware being moved around.

“Uh…”

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#self rb #survival report #just got a kudos notif on this #this was a fic for others but boy do I need it too...I'll die before asking outloud and irl but oh boy do I need a hug. haha