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I was thinking it'd be somewhat funny, if I ever get any hate on here from an anti or multiple, that I just take a screenshot of whatever hateful thing they sent me, and edit/doodle in throwing tomatoes at them or something after blocking them.

That and/or putting them in clown makeup.

Idk maybe it's just me that likes to clown on hateful people that do that type of stuff, but it could also be bad since it's giving them responses/reactions.

We'll see if I ever get anything like that ig.

There is a hug with extremely happiness. I would to find more things like that with Mammett.

Gotta go. Plan to create some fanarts with my ships to make antis angry as fuck and ignoring their fucking stupid comments like: "You pedo" or "What even daddy means?"

If you ever were alone in this? Found out good chemistry between two characters or even nothing, knowing there's nothing with them in the internet? No single fic, no single fanart. You're alone in this and you know you can create something to fill this ship. Worse if you got nothing.

Well, I feel that now. Even more after almost two weeks.

For antis who thinks we will explode after seeing their hate posts about ships under their tag called us weirdos and pedos:

Fuck off. I don't care about you and what you prefer to call me, but you cluttering our sweet ships tag with that complaining shit. You know what? We will never stop. We always will create arts and fics for them no matter what. You can say we should see the doctor, our brains bleeding, but truth you're the one who need to see a doctor :)

What the fuck

Can proshippers stfu abt "Fiction doesnt affect reality!!" Bc yes it does and u guys r one of the prime examples 😭

How funny is to see in the fics summaries, notes and tags: "proshippers dni, proshitters dni" on Ao3. Seriously. Isn't it against ao3 ToS? It's fucking harassment, insulting people who are proshippers.

Antis will never learn, they even can't read the rules of the sites and can't write something like that to not insult us. I noticed that they also can't write like a normal writers without weird emojis, caps lock and other weird arrangements which is not comfortable to read.

I wish to that someone will be with me with my rare ships. Honestly I'm the only one and I don't see any fics and even any arts... So I guess I need to create it by myself.

hi, i have for the longest time been confused about the whole proshipping stuff snd you seem to know a lot so i figured I'd ask you. what exactly counts as proshipping? Ive seen people say different things, and i have wondered if one of my ships is included since some people believe its abusive(it is at the end of the franchise) but i dont really know if people count that as proshipping or not

Anyway sorry if this is a stupid question im just so out of the loop with this stuff

Hi

Why not, but don't expect me to be an expert in proshipping stuff because I'm not long enough in this to know everything. And don't worry, it's not stupid question, you need an answer that's it.

Proshipping means: "ship and let ship", so here's not only problematic or abusive ships in that term. I'm not sure enough which ship it is, but probably it's count as proship as well.

Feel free to fix me if I wrote something wrong. We can make mistakes even we are new at this.

Pinterest never surprising me! This is what I found few seconds ago and wow, this is wild. People are fucking wild in the comments section...

Those antis are really sick if they think something like that. I'm not into incest that much, but I'm not crying over a fucking fictional ship, jeez... That's why I don't want to associate with Pinterest people. Full of antis, full of sick and brainless antis there.

I should blame myself when I'm not bother by this ship or even the scene where they kissed weren't that sick? I read a fic with Marty and his dad today two times and thought about them as cute couple, so now my house supposed to be burnt now?

I'm asking myself if I should create art with Marty and old, cool George in moment they will kiss so sweet to make antis so fucking mad.

"They are fucking brothers/sisters/brother and sister!", "Yes, I respect, but they are brothers!!!", "They are family!", "Who ever ships them, they have brain damage".

So? Your reality is ruined? You're the one who has brain damage. You're the one who harassing people for shipping. You're the one who insulting them and blackmailing them for shipping incest or even not.

Really. What's wrong with these people today? Lately I starting searching Pinterest for any pins or Ideas, something funny. There's full of antis, not even on TikTok. EVERYWHERE.

If someone telling you to respect someone opinion and their taste, so why you writing "yes, but..." under person comment who changed "you" that about respect and letting ships others what the hell they wants?

Look what I found. Another brainless anti. This make me wanna ship incest even more

Now, kiss?

Oh, this a real crime!!

Cry harder, honey

I saw one person who liked my post. Of course they had a pinned post and rules, DNI of course.

Funny, they liked my post without seeing tags with "shipcest", "McFlcest", "Marty McFly x George McFly" etc. Seriously, they can't read? I wrote to this person to get them know about it instead of block again, but I thought I will make them teach how to noticed tags under posts? Antis are sooo funny.

They even thinking? Probably not.

They can write properly? Probably not.

I swear to God... I can't deal with them anymore

I'm not a fan of sharing my fics, because I'm suck at translating, but this is a part from the latest one fic which I need to continue soon. Enjoy, I guess?

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Evening came, and with it something else hanging in the air. Marty hid in his bedroom, thinking about the appropriate sounds of his guitar for a strong song without any words, which could have been for Jennifer if she hadn't broke up with him.

He heard footsteps, but he didn't stop creating heavy and energetic music around him, knowing that he didn't have to hold them back. Unless his dad really wanted him to do it.

This time there was nothing like that, and he didn't pay attention to George leaning against the door frame, who was staring at the slight wrinkles of a smile.

It was friday evening. George tore himself away from work and decided to leave the idea for the new book for the next day, to admire his son now, not wanting to waste any second, since they were completely alone in the house this time.

"Yes. Keep it up, Marty. Show your old man how much you love playing on your new guitar," he blurted out the words in silence, focusing on the intense blue of his son eyes, not paying attention to the old guitar placed next to the black guitar case near night stand.

Marty smiled shyly, knowing that his playing had always been his father's favorite thing. It was constant, probably more than nice. Something he couldn't really describe at the moment. He hid his blush from him.

The calm gaze was tempted by Marty's young and shapely body, and George was grateful that he didn't have to hide it. They probably had the whole night to themselves. George knew how to use it. His touch on Marty existed only before sleep, kissing his warm lips with passion. No rush and no witnesses, even if the rest of the family was in home.

He couldn't stop kissing Marty and couldn't help, but wanted show how much he love to feel him, to explore him from every pore. He missed intimacy, so he hoped that Marty would focus all the attention on him, and if not, well, he would show Marty that it's not worthy ignoring his dad. He would show him once again that he would beg to continue kissing his skin, bringing him to a final orgasm as soon as he will penetrated him with the right movements.

Marty felt everytime so weak after, so defenseless, trembling under him, stroking his dark brown hair, now dulling with age. And that was not all he saw and felt. He could not shake it off. It changed him.

Marty tried to show how amazing he could play. How much he appreciated his gift - new guitar from his dad. Dreaming of the studies around music he had mentioned to him. He knew it would work. They had been saving up for his studies for years. Not only for him, but also for Dave and Linda.

He focused on the music, ignoring his father who moved closer, who touches his knee, who finally reached his hand to his hair, fixing them. Because of this movement Marty lost his rhythm, stopping playing, feeling as if he was starting to lose feeling and disappear like before. But this time he didn't disappear.

George's touch lasted longer, meeting Marty's blue eyes with his cool green, which Marty always considered them as warm. It warmed him up.

He widened his smile without taking his eyes off his lovely dad, now leaning into his touch on his cheek, feeling the thumb that stroked the skin. He felt himself falling apart under this touch.

Marty began to hold the guitar weakly, letting it rest on his lap.

"You're a very talented boy," George said in a quiet whisper close to Marty's ear, putting these words on the teenager in the form of affectionate appreciation.

“Thanks, Dad,” he whispered, feeling comforted as he found George left hand, taking it hesitantly.

George smiled gently, squeezing his younger son's hand, allowing him to continue stroking his cheek, his thumb traveling to his lips, which slowly opened. Marty shivered, feeling a small tension, squeezing George's other hand, unable to move away from it. It was endearing and attractive. He couldn't ignore how close he was and how he looked. His dad was a handsome man, he loved everything he could see and feel about him, unable to resist his dull hair, which used to be a more intense color than it was now.

Marty still remembered George younger self, that kiss, the forbidden ground like with his mother, whom he rejected so that he couldn't allow something between them. Luckily, he managed to bring them together, even if it wasn't easy, it was worth it all.

He couldn't forget the kisses, the tenderness and other things between him and George. Before and now. Not believing that he couldn't reject it like he wanted to do so much earlier.

George began to pull him out of his shyness and small reflection. He put the guitar down, placing it on the closed case, returning to the bed and beginning to absorb every touch between them that now occurred. He approached more confidently, smiling softly and touching his lips to his right cheek.

The brunet sighed, feeling more relaxed, feeling the warm touch here and there, leaning over them, unable to chase away this feeling that had developed short months ago. Not even a few.

George moved his head slowly, bringing his lips closer to Marty's. The light kiss began to work like a drug. Marty closed his eyes, looking at George's face second before it, gently touching his lips in order to reciprocate, finding his shoulder with his free hand, and then his hair, sinking his fingers into them, pulling him closer, causing their lips to meet in a stronger kiss that became longer and more intimate as time passed. Marty moaned short and quietly, feeling the changing atmosphere, pushing the eager George into a deeper kiss, which he wanted to strengthen even deeper.

George stroked his hand, after a moment making a break between them, feeling his son's unstable breathing at the moment. They looked at each other for a moment, and Marty stroked George's hair, not wanting to end this caress. George showed with his smile that he didn't want to end it.

He wanted to ask if everything is okay, but Marty didn't seem concerned, but a bit quieter that day than in previous ones.

"You don't have to be afraid. Not with me, Marty," he soothed in a whisper.

Before Marty could decide to say anything, his father's lips silenced him again, enveloping him in their embrace. George smiled as he placed another tender kiss between them. He moved closer, prolonging the kiss even longer, wanting to take Marty into a deeper embrace, to pull him closer, to comfort him, to hold him on his lap.

In that moment it was just them and their feeling, which was completely different from others years ago.

Perfectly amazing. Google is a power tool, but not for everyone. Like, I wanted to search up for example of incestuous ships which are seen not like them (you know like Elsanna. Someone never see them and they thought to will ships them not knowing they are a family) at first sight and I got this:

Another minor blocked, because of not reading fucking tags under post. I waited for this for three days when they will notice my fucking message

That's why I'm trying to be lonely wolf

"Ugh this fandom has so many proshippers and hentai artists. No wonder people hate the fandom."

No actually, 90% of fandom spaces do not have a problem with either of these things. The reason people hate the fandom is because of people like you trying to gatekeep, doxxing people over something they posted, and generally being a toxic person.