When I tell people to delete anon hate, to not publish it, it’s not me saying “ignore it and it’ll stop; don’t fight back.” It is 100% petty and spiteful. Honestly, I can’t think of anything better than the person who sent the hate obsessively checking your blog and refreshing and refreshing, waiting for you to reply, and getting increasingly frustrated when the ask they so masterfully crafted never pops up & you just keep posting cute pictures of your pets and talking about how nice your day was.

THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS!!!

this is really important to remember, even if you said something stupid and don’t feel like repeating it- it can still feel isolating to folks with hearing and auditory processing problems!

imagine a physical battle with your arch-enemy f/o quickly getting heated when you finally disarm them and slam them against a wall, your weapon flat against their throat. they have no way to fight back as you push the weapon in closer and closer, its edge beginning to strain their skin, and there’s something insanely erotic about it: your sweaty, adrenaline-flooded bodies pressed tightly up against each other, chests heaving and faces flushed, with your f/o fully defenseless and vulnerable to whatever you decide to do to them. you can’t help but look down at their lips, and seeing them so close to you, so full and flushed and utterly alluring, you feel your grip on your weapon begin to weaken. your f/o immediately notices the change in pressure and whips their hands up, knocking the weapon out of your grip entirely and snatching up your wrists firmly and forcefully. you let out a gasp and prepare for the worst, feeling their fingers digging into the soft skin of your inner wrists, only to have them use their new grip to yank you in even closer and slam your mouths together.

Imagine your rival f/o says something that strikes a nerve, making your blood boil until you’re seeing nothing but red. Before you know it, you’ve thrown a punch at their face; the impact hitting harder than initially intended since now a bright scarlet bleeds down from their nose. Suddenly, you’re grabbed by the collar of your shirt and forced backward until you’re on your back, pinned by their arm. Pain floods from the back of your head as it forcefully hits the ground, making you grit your teeth. They aim a similar punch at your head and you look away just as it connects, pain shooting from the lobe of your head. Just before they can get another punch in, your flailing legs finally manage to hit them in the gut and send them tumbling back on their ass, knocking the wind out of them. You take this opportunity to pick yourself off of the ground and lunge at them, straddling their torso and lobbing punches at them until your knuckles are sore and bloodied. You’re panting hard as the adrenaline winds down, anger subsiding.

how many horrible live action movies will it take for people to realize that animation is the best medium to have fantasy creatures because when everything is animated your suspension of disbelief works better