"A cishet person must have made this, no queer person would ever portray queerness in this way."
"This artist must be white."
"No SA victim would ever handle the subject in this way."
"No woman would ever write women like this."
"This creator is obviously neurotypical. Everyone with autism/ADHD/depression understands-"
Nope.
People who make these blanket statements are very frequently proven wrong when the creator comes out as a member of that group. And even when they aren't proven wrong, even in cases where the creator isn't from the group in question, actual members of the group who don't fit whatever arbitrary criteria are being expressed will see these statements and feel excluded and erased.
Not everyone in your group is going to share your experiences. No single individual gets to personally decide what does or doesn't count as a "valid" expression of trauma or being part of a particular group, and creators are also not obligated to out themselves in order to "prove" their validity.
If something doesn't resonate with you, all that means is that it doesn't resonate with you. You don't have to like it. But you don't get to decide what it means to someone else.
My Friends/Family: Hey can I see your phone? I need to look something up.
Me, closing like 80+ Ao3 Tabs as fast as I can:
Why do I feel so called out...?
“Childhood is idolizing Batman. Adolescence is when The Joker starts to makes sense. Adulthood is realizing Commissioner Gordon doesn’t get paid enough to deal with their shit.”
Just me....xD
*doesnt remember 90% of the things i say or do*
Okay, yes please! Idea:
Mr. H's Treehouse is a local kids show (talking in the area of like San Diego to Los Angeles). Meeting him for the first time in person, Billy can't help but notice something's wrong with Steve, who may not be all sunshine, as he gives himself.
During recess, Steve takes a moment to breath: these meet and greets are great! To see all those shining eyes he helped to inspire and guide- but he's sad. Because this current season in filming will be the last season. The show's getting cut because of budget. Which gets Billy's attention; the sunshine, who's brooding by himself. And they get to talk... Which admittedly is really bad, because behind those kind brown eyes and great ass is a nuisanced and interesting personality. Shit.
The softest Harringrove brain worm that’s ever invaded my head where Billy is the sole guardian of his little step-sister Max. (very little, like 6 years old little. And Billy is 25ish, so it’s a big enough age gap where everyone naturally assumes he’s just a single dad.) And Steve is the host of a dorky yet successful kids tv show called Mr H’s Treehouse (think Mr. Rogers) that Max is OBSESSED with.
She makes Billy watch it with her every single evening, like clockwork. Now, Billy would never admit this, not even with a fucking gun to his head—but he kind of starts to look forward to watching it with her. But it isn’t his fault! The host is, pardon his French, fucking hot as shit.
So every night he gets home from work, drops whatever take-out garbage he got for them onto their TV dinner trays, and parks himself in front of the idiot box while Mr. H from Mr. H’s Treehouse comes on and teaches him and Max about the power of friendship and sharing and eating vegetables or whatever the hell else he’s on about that week. It’s stupid, but it kind of becomes cathartic. Like Billy can just shut his brain off and stuff his face and watch the bright colors and listen to the gentle music and let the stresses of his life fade away—at least for that half-hour anyway. The fact that Mr. H has an ass Billy could bounce a quarter off of… well, it doesn’t hurt.
But what happens when there’s a meet and greet/Story-Time being hosted at Max’s elementary school? Well, Billy’s not a complete douchebag, so of course he has to take her! It has nothing to do with the fact that he also maybe wants to meet this tv host who’s all soft sweaters and pretty brown eyes that Billy’s maybe been fantasizing about for the past year and a half. That’s not it! He’s here for his nerdy little twerp step-sister, nothing more.
(Spoiler, it’s something more.)
i don’t know how or why but the jurassic world brainrot combined with the dbh brainrot (ft. i can’t draw heads the correct size)
they want you to make fried rice
Art dump w/o context- WOOOO!!
Have fun deciphering what happened here, explanation and context is coming....
...some day.
Hey! Someone give me a fic that is au, but very cannon like. I want Ohm to flirt like hell with Bryce, is secretly in love with him. Bryce is oblivious, even with the innuendos. Ohm gets Bryce on a date through a bet and Bryce suddenly is very wary of Ohm, subconsciously likes Ohm, but cannot admit it. I want Bryce to keep repeating that’s he’s not gay until he succumbs to Ohm’s sexiness. Make it as hilarious and drawn out as possible. Somebody make my dream come true. Also, I want their heights to be their actual heights, but make Bryce the bottom. ~
YAAAAS!! Best move so far!! Glad to watch it too! Pidgeon yo good fam! XD B)
Ya know it’s like 4 am here and me and a friend are gonna watch the IT remake to make it the first movie we’ll watch this year ❤️👌😎