Former Stormtrooper

Every website uses a language called JavaScript; long story short it’s a website language that allows developers to do the crazy shit you see on websites. Now the easiest thing to do is to disable JavaScript to stop them from knowing you have an adblocker:

Oh no! I’m blocked from viewing the website. It would be a terrible shame if I were able to right click and select the “inspect” feature

Click the three dots in the top right and open the “Settings” Menu

And then scrolled down to “Debugger” and checked the “Disable Javascript Option”

And then just refreshed the page

And one single asshole with a lot of money was able to just take it and wipe his ass on it, because he felt like it.

fandom is a hobby, not a form of activism

adult women aren’t inherently creepy for being in fandom and having hobbies apart from raising babies and doing taxes

the vast majority of people pushing back against the worrying trend of instigating harassment over fictional characters and relationships aren’t incest supporters or pedophiles, actually

liking a m/f ship doesn’t make someone a dirty heterosexual invading your space

preferring gay ships doesn’t make you ‘’woke’’ and good

no one owes you a disclaimer that they are a good person who recognizes that their favorite fictional villain’s actions are evil and that they don’t condone those actions irl

liking a fictional villain is in no way comparable to advocating abuse/murder/genocide/etc and you’re a fucking idiot if you believe that

just because a woman is attracted to a fictional villain doesn’t mean she’s promoting toxic relationships or going to end up in a toxic relationship. assuming women can’t tell fiction and reality apart stinks of internalized misogyny 

some rando’s a/b/o fanfics have none of the level of influence that popular tv shows and movies spreading propaganda have

no one owes you a detailed description of their traumas and mental health problems

abusive relationships are not the same as enemies to lovers ships

y’all need to chill the fuck out over people, relationships, actions and events that don’t actually exist and learn how to enjoy and discuss them like normal people

fandom is a hobby, not a form of activism

Coldchester, Mara would have named it. It wasn't quite Rhen Var, but it was pretty close, and Mara had never liked the cold. The few battles she’d managed to win had given her enough money to buy some okay gear, but the admittedly comfortable jacket and pants she’d bought still didn’t quite keep the cold from getting to her, and the first thing she’d done when she got to town was ask around for the warmest spots.

So it was that Mara had left Ringy to guard her things at one of the Pokemon Center’s guest rooms (Or, rather, the Umbreon had insisted on doing so.), and gone to the Hero’s Bath. She’d gone during the day to check if bathing was allowed, and had been told it was open 24/7, and the rules for bathing, so Mara had decided to visit at night, when there would be fewer people. She’d just sank into the pleasantly warm, almost pleasurably warm, waters when she heard footsteps approaching. 

[Starter for Melony. Was gonna be an ask, but it got too long. Hope that’s okay?]

Melony giggled to herself as she stripped down for the hot spring, with a body like hers and as active as she was, aches and pains were par for the course and nothing helped soothe those aches like a nice dip in the hot springs after a long stint of defending her gym. She walked in, blinking as she saw someone was already there, only a slightly askew towel covering her luscious curves.