A message from Justin, a 62 year old trans man
for some reason middle aged comic fans coming on the internet to defend their decision as to why they thought a twelve year old should have died or lived is so funny đđđ
"Bleed the Sky"
The sky bursts open,
not gently,
not softly,
but like a body breaking,
like something holding on for too long
finally letting go.
The first drop hitsâ
hot asphalt hisses,
dust rises like ghosts startled awake,
and the earth opens her mouth
like sheâs starving.
Thereâs no beauty here.
No poetry.
Just the raw writhing of water finding cracks,
finding hunger,
finding every place that aches or crumbles or waits.
The rain doesnât ask permission.
It doesnât care where it fallsâ
forest, rooftop, desert, skin.
It pounds against leaves as if to punish them
for turning their faces away,
fills the throats of rivers
until they choke on their own rushing,
slides down windowpanes like tears
too heavy to hold back.
And it keeps going.
There is no tenderness in this.
This is not about grace.
This is about gravity and surrender,
the weight of billions of tiny impacts
stripping the world bare.
And something in you loosensâ
against your will,
unraveling in the rhythm,
in the relentless pounding that reminds you of your own breaking,
of the times you couldnât stop falling.
You stand there,
letting it hit you,
letting it drench everything you thought was safe.
Maybe this is what healing feels like:
not silent, not soft,
not clean.
But messy.
Wet hands in the dirt,
skin soaked,
blurry vision as everything spills.
The rain knows.
It always knows.
It comes to destroy,
and in the destruction
it leaves something you didnât know you wereâ
raw, gasping,
and growing.
A ship that isnât your thing is valid. A ship that gives you ewwww vibes is still valid. That one crack ship that only one person wrote about, posted on AO3, and has 23 views in four yearsâalso valid.
What isnât valid is spending more time hating a ship than enjoying your ownâand ruining it for others with negativity. I donât understand the point of putting more effort into tearing down a ship than its actual shippers do building it up. At this point, if thatâs your thing, your OTP isnât your OTPâitâs hating a ship, making sure the boat you donât even like sinks.
Ship what you love. Ignore what you donât. Write fanfics, make art, memes and moodboards, record podfics, make fan videos and craft, daydream up your headcanons. Whatever keeps your boat afloat, as long as itâs not ruining someone elseâs fun.
Let people enjoy things. Fandom is meant to be fun.
The âThatâs immoral you shouldnât write that, we need to get that taken downâ discourse on tiktok right now is PISSING ME OFFF
Wdym you want censorship for a literal ARCHIVE are you fucking stupid
Ao3 was literally founded to preserve works that were largely getting taken down due to censorship
Censorship is the opposite of what Archive of Our Own stands for
The TAGS and WARNINGS are there for a REASON. Use them and stop complaining
The universal ruleâdonât like, donât read
Itâs THAT simple
There are two types of writers:
1. 'It's fiction, it doesn't need to make sense!'
2. 'I didn't account for the rotation of the planet and how that affects the constalations while my characters stargazed at different times of year, I have failed as a writer, and this entire thing is trash'
me reading straight up pornography: hmm⊠this one just doesnât have enough accurate character psychoanalysis to get me off
Me at 14 and me at 22 are having a bonding moment
26yo, Brazilian. Back to this site after years, still getting the hang of it and feeling old. (I multiship; It may not be of your liking.) She/Her đ©·đđ©”
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