My toxic trait is that I am far more interested in the socio-economic and geopolitical implications of ABO settings than the smut.
For example: I can’t read any ABO AUs set in England or France because while I can suspend my disbelief far enough for a gender trinary set up, I can’t suspend it enough to believe those two countries would still be distinct entities in a alternate history where Richard the Lionheart could have impregnated Philip II.
If there was a viable dynastic future with Richard, Philip would have climbed him like an oak and dragged him to the altar if he had to. It’s a match that makes perfect sense from both their point of view: Philip gets Aquitaine back under French rule, the best general in Europe on his council, and powerful check on the Angevians….and unexpectedly (after Henry bites it) the entire Kingdom of England for his Capetian dynasty. Richard meanwhile gets to stick it to his father, secure Aquitaine’s prosperity, and gets the leverage to start pushing for his mother’s release. Then when Henry kicks the bucket Richard doesn’t actually have to be King of England in anything but name: Philip can run the countries and unify the Crowns and what not while Richard runs off to go Crusading.
Plus they also like, loved each other and stuff and being able to get to be together long term instead of being torn apart by politics would have been cool. But I’m mainly obsessed with the historical implications and dynastic implications.
All this to say any ABO au set in England or France should mention that doesn’t have them united as a singular Anglo-Frank empire is doing it wrong.
Ugly Duckling sequel where the swan is like hey it’s nobody’s fault and I don’t think anyone did anything wrong per se but nonetheless I did feel really alienated and depressed for most of my youth and those years do continue to affect me in the present day and their mom is like, so what you’re saying is that you think I’m a failure and a bad duck.
“wow you blocked me just cuz i disagreed with you???”
yes. yes, exactly. this is a social media site. i come here to look at pictures of birds and shitpost with my friends. this is not a town hall meeting; i am not your elected official. i do not owe you my energy, my space, or my time. you and i are strangers that use the same website. i can block you for literally any reason and that’s okay. take a deep breath. block me too. you’ll feel better.
normalise low blocking thresholds… blocking someone arguing with you is not weak or over-reacting or whatever.
i’ve died on smaller hills, so i can’t judge. but i do think it’s funny whenever posts about the proper definition of a poor little meow meow circulate, considering none of them mention that the origin was a kpop fan’s absolutely bonkers tweet about not being able to protect a full grown man who was getting backlash for including audio from the jonestown cult leader jim jones in one of his songs
I was clearly not at the devils sacrament what the fuck
ok but what if like. werewolves transform under the full moon but theres just this one and by day hes a big tough guy and then when he transforms hes a tiny dog. just fucking. just fucking turns into the tiniest, fluffiest dog
The more empathetic and kind men I meet, actually, the MORE I hate bad men. It’s like I’ve seen it proven you don’t have to act this way — I know for a fact that it’s not coded into your biology to disrespect women or be aggressive or be emotionally stunted — you’re literally just a shithead.
Every good dad I meet is just another enormous fuck you to bad, absent, and apathetic dads.
Yes yes yes!! This is a great way to reframe (part of) the harm done by “all men are trash” radfem ideology. Low standards just excuse shitty behavior. You can set high standards, and have those standards met, and hold to account the men who don’t meet those standards.