Calculated Estimates From Searching For Non-canonical Fandom Tags On AO3. None Of These Fandoms Have

Calculated estimates from searching for non-canonical fandom tags on AO3. None of these fandoms have their own tags. This isn’t including the mass amount of fanfics tagged with just Video Blogging RPF or Minecraft.

Just in case you wanted to know how bad it is to find a smaller fandom in this mess, and how bad the amount of shit flooding the RPF/Minecraft tags is. :)

one last thought for now: I find it interesting that, for example, the southlands told grian “well if you get another life you’re welcome back”…

…but that no one has bothered tried giving a life to a red name, and that the only red name for whom “get a life go back to yellow” appears to have even OCCURRED to is bdubs. for some reason, while everyone is aware this could happen in the abstract, none of them seem to be able to actually even think to go “oh, maybe we should try that.”

which is a tragedy in it of itself. lost friendships, lost bonds, and lost people. dead men walking—except the red lives aren’t actually lost to anyone at all, really. it would just take willing selflessness to bring them back. and, really, who has time for that on last life?

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When trans women are mocked and made into jokes in the media, I get very upset, and I am often told “Kay, you can’t go through life getting offended every time someone makes a joke.” And I sputter and object but they don’t hear me. So I want to be clear for once, about why the jokes make me angry.

I learned to hate myself for being transgender before I knew I was transgender. I laughed at the jokes in stand up comedy routines, and prime time sitcoms, and animated comedy shows, and in the movies, and in books, and in games, laughing at trans women for existing, about “men in dresses”, about people who “got their dicks chopped off”, and I learned to think that was worthy of ridicule.

And then a day came when I felt a pang of envy at what my female classmates were wearing and I repressed it, and felt guilty, and a day where I felt incomplete because I had no breasts and I repressed it and I felt disgusting And a day when I realized the only images of romance that made me feel anything showed two women together and I repressed it and I felt like a monster And a day when I realized I felt sick when I looked at myself in the mirror after every shower before work and couldn’t bear to look at my own face, and I hated myself. And then there came a day when I hated myself so much, and I thought I could never understand why, and so I just wanted it all to end. And it was just a miracle that I swerved my car back into my lane in time.

And all of it started with a joke that I heard on TV, and then kept hearing from all the voices from the ether, over and over and over, worming an idea into my mind before I was old enough to realize I was absorbing it, the idea that a man in a dress is funny, and that changing your body parts makes you a freak, and that women who have penises instead of vaginas are liars and hurt men. And they’re still making these jokes. And somewhere out there right now, just like all those years ago, there is a little girl in a t-shirt and cargo shorts with buzzed off hair watching the TV, hearing that joke and absorbing it without knowing it, who will someday have to pry herself apart to tear it out of her head, just like I did.

That is, if she doesn’t kill herself first.

It's happening again- another dsmp birth is gonna happen

how can some of you be this fucking stupid. i swear to god.