If I read something on the asks that feels genuinely threatening or dangerous, or that’s actually abusive, I just delete it and block the person.
If I’m answering an ask here you can assume that as far as I’m concerned even if it’s apparently threatening or angry, it’s meant humorously or with love.
It’s never appropriate to dogpile people. Never appropriate to threaten or abuse them, even if you think you are doing it for me and with the best of intentions. Don’t.
If you are upset on my behalf, or on behalf of all Tumblr users, just think “this is probably a tone-deaf attempt at humour” and let it go.
There’s a lot going on in that little critter’s head right now.
1. Power move.
2. Why do people whisked away to magical worlds just automatically believe the first creature that tells them what side the person needs to help? Where’s my isekai where the MC slowly finds out they got in with like the deranged zealots and are part of the evil faction, and not the plucky rebels?
I think about this comic once per week. It’s funnier then anything I can conceive of. Mastery.
No but really, it’s GOOD that Crowley turned down Aziraphale’s offer and walked away.
I know, I know it’s not what we wanted him to do. We love his pining ass always following Az like a puppy, we love that he’s willing to do seemingly anything for him. But.
That’s not really healthy, is it? You’ve got to have boundaries. There are things my partners would never ask of me, and things I wouldn’t do even if they did ask. That’s a good thing. You don’t give up your personhood completely for anyone, no matter how much you love them.
Crowley is super attached to Aziraphale. He’s been the instigator of most of their meetings throughout history. He did his best to convince Az to run away with him when the end of the world was approaching. It was honestly starting to look like there was nothing Aziraphale could do that Crowley wouldn’t come, well, crawling back. As sweet as it often is, it often made me wonder. Is there a point at which you’d look after yourself even if it meant leaving him, Crowley?
And there is. Now we know.
Accepting what Aziraphale wants to give him right now would destroy Crowley. It would tear him apart. He’d ONLY be there for Aziraphale, and it would be horrible for him. I don’t know if he’d even be helpful as an advisor, honestly. He’d be that miserable.
But it’s for Aziraphale, right? He can’t refuse.
Yes. He can. And he does.
It hurt. It hurt him, it hurt Aziraphale, it hurt us. But I’m proud of him for it. I really am. I’m glad there’s a line he won’t cross. I’m glad he was able, when it came down to it, to walk away.
A few years ago I went to pick up a woman I met on OKCupid for a date, and a friend of hers was there. They kind of over-explained “Oh, she just showed up to say hi” and there was a vague nervousness in the air that even my autistic ass was picking up on. Her friend was playing conspicuously with her phone. I went “Ah, the safety. Need to get a picture?”
Dead silence for about a second and a half, then the friend took a picture, looked at my date, and said “Have fun” and walked out the door.
(I would ordinarily have been clueless, but I’d just been asked to be the safety the previous night.)
My advice to male-presenting folks: recognize that this not your problem. By which I mean, this sort of security check isn’t a problem for you. It doesn’t hurt you. You aren’t being insulted or disrespected. And if you treat it like what it is– a reasonable adaptation to an unreasonable situation– and just roll with it, your dates will be more comfortable, and you will have a better time as a result.
The same applies to phone calls mid-date. Let them answer the damn phone without drama.
They aren’t accusing you of being a dangerous person. The very fact that they are willing to go on a goddamn date with you means that they have extended a certain level of trust. But the fact remains that there isn’t really a way to distinguish between “a man who isn’t dangerous” and “a man who knows how to behave like he’s not dangerous.”
there isn’t really a way to distinguish between “a man who isn’t dangerous” and “a man who knows how to behave like he’s not dangerous.”
Fun fact - if you flip out, make a big deal, act insulted, go on a rant, or whatever about these kinds of safety measures, you’ve just proven that you are the sort of person that those safety measures are needed for.
I have full on asked for dudes’ drivers licenses, taken photos, and sent to friends with “if you don’t hear from me by our pre agreed time, he did it”
We are all, at any given moment, about 5 seconds away from permanent disability.
I was driving my car to work. I am a good driver. I have no at-fault accidents in my history. I was hit by a drowsy driver that was later charged with DWI and I still ended up with permanent disability from this.
I stood up from a chair. I was sitting at a table in my work’s break room eating my lunch and stood to throw away my trash and clock in and my knee buckled underneath me and I spent three months completely non-weight-bearing on that leg and even still today there are things I can’t do anymore due to this.
It doesn’t matter if you eat right, sleep right, drive right, work right, only have sex with the right people, only purchase the right things.
Anything can happen to you. You are always 5 seconds away from becoming disabled for the rest of your life.
I have always been disabled. I haven’t always been this disabled.
