Nanny's Knickerleg

I'm not a proshipper or whatever, but people need to learn to use their blacklists better.

I'm old. I remember an internet that had no filters. There were no blocklists. You just visited people's personal GeoCities or Angelfire or Tripod websites that they built themselves and hoped that they'd give you a clue before you clicked the links on their site. You just kind of accepted the risk that by being online you were kinda... in public... and anything could happen. Even on ff net, with its teensy summary sentences, you could get jumpscared. It wasn't great! But we didn't have anything better. I also remember an internet where people who wrote "yaoi" fiction, slash fiction, m/m fiction were treated like freaks. The "THAT'S NOT CANON" Brigade had so many pitchforks. Lots of people, even those speaking in defense of the right to cast characters as gay in their stories, would start with caveats like, "I'm not into this, but..." or, "Let me tell you my thoughts on yaoi..." That was ALSO not great! But human beings were just getting used to the idea of unlimited online communication and all kinds of prejudices and personal limits were clashing.

Gee…who does that remind me of?

A/N: please don’t sue me, o anime overlords, I’m not making any money off of this! I’m just a broke student! I don’t have any money!

A/N: I totally wrote this while high off 10 Red Bulls wheeeeeee!!!!!

remember when there’d be interactions with the author and the characters?

InuYasha: I don’t get why I have to be here for this

The Dean said nothing at all. His eyes were glazed. Sparks crackled in his hair. He was wondering if he'd be allowed to paint his bedroom black .

'You've never been musical, Dean,' said Ridcully. 'It's one of your good points. Why the sudden interest - what have you got on your feet?' The Dean looked down. 'I thought you were a bit taller,' said Ridcully. 'You standing on a couple of planks?' 'They're just thick soles,' said the Dean. 'Just . . . just something the dwarfs invented, I suppose . . . dunno . . . found them in my closet . . . Modo the gardener says he thinks they're crepe.' 'That's strong language for Modo, but I'd say he's right enough.' 'No . . . it's a kind of rubbery stuff . . .' said the Dean, dismally.

Toddler Mutant Ninja Turtles (Part 1)

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