Look, I get it. I used to be firmly in the camp of “you’re not a top, you’re 15” too. But we really need to accept the fact people under 18 have sex. And more than that, people under 18 have and participate in kinks.
And I see a lot of pro kink people spouting anti sex propaganda about this kind of stuff. If we don’t educate people, that doesn’t stop them from participating in kink. Whether you like it or not, underage people can and will participate in kink.
And I don’t think the best course of action is trying to block them from every kink space.
Should they be interacting and engaging with adults in that way? No, I don’t think so.
But at the same time, they need education and resources just as much as anyone else. Even adults need those things in kink, younger and more inexperienced people need them even more.
What blocking every single source of kink from minors does is create minors participating in unsafe kink.
On the one hand, I recall being 14 and wearing a submissive’s collar for my ex for like a year bc I thought I was a sub (fucking lol that was so cute of me, what a joke) and I’m glad I was able to go through that process of fucking learning better without people screaming at me from all directions, tho I did take care of myself and specifically did NOT attempt to enter any “kink spaces” because I was still aware I was a child. I wasn’t even having sex. I knew goddamn better than to be having any sex.
On the other hand every single time I hear about kids wanting to be “in kink spaces” I really want to scream bc there’s no way we should be encouraging kids to get themselves involved in activity of that nature. I don’t care what you sneak out and do behind your mom’s back, I don’t think it’s okay and don’t want to encourage it whatsoever.
Exploration is one thing. Trying safe, sane, and consensual play with your significant other is one thing. Having sex and thinking you should just be hanging all your info, preferences, vulnerabilities, and sexual availability out online is something else.
I very much pushed the limits of what it was healthy and safe for me to do as a kid, and I turned out okay bc pushing or not, I had good limits for myself and did not cross them. I was LUCKY that was true. That isn’t true for most kids, which is why they are kids being raised by their parents and have rules on what risks they may take, and are not adults that can do whatever the fuck they want.
Teens should be able to read, research, and test boundaries in their relationships with other teens. I DON’T think they “should be in kink spaces” or should be having sex for any reason.
I think pretending that the only reason we treat teens like they’re not adults is bc we don’t like or respect them is predator behavior. Literal actual grooming rhetoric.
People treat you like you’re not an adult bc you’re not. If you choose to do adult things the risk is on you for choosing it and on your parents for not catching you. You’re not owed the ability to do those things, and especially not to be handed “kink spaces for minors” which sounds like absolutely nothing more than a grooming tool.
I love being deleted out of the notes
Totally 100% agree with you here Cyan – I think it’s important to acknowledge that teenagers are having sex and doing kinks. The most important thing is for us to just generally give out information AND SPECIFY THAT THE INFORMATION IS FOR ADULTS. The kids are going to find it regardless, so we should just focus on general education and hope they get the message while they’re being dumb
Cyan was deleted out of the notes because my post was entirely about making information available to teenagers and make sure they have safe ways to practice kink. And the quote “if you choose to do adult things then the risk is on you” is not only dangerous, but it’s completely deluded. Make your own post. Thank you.
Oh? You think so? So you’re blaming random adults in the kink space if minors get hurt practicing dangerous kinks? Because that’s what @cyan-opinions quote was about. She was saying “yes be informed, yes know what you’re getting into, but entering adult spaces is dangerous and you should acknowledge that you have the responsibility to take of yourself”. Your post is fine and dandy, but it’s absolutely deluded to think that minors are going to follow your arbitrary rules for “kid kink spaces” – because kid kink spaces are google and that’s it. Anything more crosses into some dangerous breeding grounds for grooming. And we have to acknowledge that reality.
Also, if Cyan was only deleted because of some of the wording of their post that you didn’t like then why was I also deleted from the notes despite me not mentioning the parts you took issue with? It’s almost like you’re trying to hide criticism of your ideas which is awfully suspicious.
Everything you said, my dude
As someone who is both a CSA victim and also a victim of grooming when I was fifteen, for the love of gods do NOT go into adult spaces that are all about sex and kinks if you are a minor!
Not only are you putting yourself in some dangerous situations to being groomed by some gross pedos, but you are also putting the innocent adults who actually wanted to talk with other adults in legal danger because… you know, you are a minor and they are an adult!
Yes, teens can be naturally curious about sex, and yes they will go out and try to get answers. But please don’t teach teens that it’s fine and dandy to go into clearly adult oriented spaces about sex and kinks and just hang out there. It puts all of the lives involved in danger.
If you have any questions related to sex, sure google it. That’s fine. And if google didn’t help then yes it’s okay to ask an adult. But please go to an actual adult you trust IN REAL LIFE.
So if I put you in an L-shaped swimming pool, and you knew there was a corpse around the corner, you’d be fine?
loving the implication that I’m a little animal and you’re a scientist putting me into various bodies of water to test my corpse:water ratio tolerance
i think it has to be a moving body of water. like, if theres definitely a corpse in a lake, im not gonna swim in it, but if someone died in a river, and its been a bit, idk the water has moved on at this point, its probably fine
1. Art is an expression of the creator; if you’re constantly critiquing and comparing your own work against someone else’s (or knocking your work with a reblog or reply), you’ll lose the spark that makes your art special and unique.
that said…
2. I can’t stitch a french knot. so you’re already better than me at that. ()
My other Book of Boba Fett/Mandalorian deep thought is that if we DO get a scene where Din bathes in the “living waters of Mandalore” or whatever that means, I hope it’s a nude scene.
I mean, it probably won’t be, because Disney. But still.
Au where Anakin doesn’t end up burning, but still looses against Obi-wan. Padme sadly passes away, and her babies are born and taken to two planets. Anakin later senses through the force that he has a child. (He can’t sense Luke because Obi-wan is protecting him) he goes to Alderaan and takes his baby back. Anakin proceeds to burn down the planet for keeping his baby. Whilst protecting Leia in his arms
(Here’s a little thing based on the Another Chance AU! I’ve been having so many feelings about this it’s unreal. More about the au can be found over at @inkdemonapologist)
Written for the nonne prompt found on @doctorroseprompts - “Look at me - Just breathe, okay?”
Sorry about the angst. So sorry. I might just write another ficlet for this prompt because this is hard, even for me. Hehe.
His lungs were like balloons squeezed too hard, too fast, that burst to shreds to release the air the wouldn’t fit through the hole. He felt them. Full, swollen, compressed inside a ribcage that as nowhere big enough. His throat, narrow, dry, that could only gulp down small intakes of fresh air that only made his failing organs strain harder against his ribs, grow heavier, bigger, absorb his hearts into a viscous paste of flesh and hinder their wild beating. Soon, his lungs would explode. And his hearts would stop to beat.
His jaw hung low, his tongue darted out to moisturize cracked lip, his stomach heaved, a vain attempt to chase the surplus of air, his abdomen contracted, a futile exertion to force a breath out, but it was no use. Not with that kind of prison. A thick straitjacket, the straps pulled so tight he couldn’t feel his hands any longer, apart from the thousands and thousands of fire ants crawling up his fingers, up his arms, up his shoulders, up his head. A head swarming with a loud buzz, like angry bees droning through the tiniest blood vessel. It might have been the lack of blood circulation, or the lack of oxygen feeding his brain. Both, neither. It meant the same. The only words his last thought had hooked into. She’s gone. Those were the only words he could hold on to.
The pain started, soon. Not much, at first, just a tickle at the back of his neck. But it grew, fast, exponential. A headache that sprouted in the depths of his brain, a sickness that seized his stomach and made it push harder in violent retaliation against the lungs he knew were starting to crack under the pressure. She’s gone. Why were these the words he was thinking of when they only turned the pain to torture, he didn’t know. A thought of she, a fleeting image of blond hair and full smile, and a desperate moan echoed in his throat without getting out. A thought of gone, a tears fell from his eyes, depriving him of the few oxygen he had left in his dying body.
And then, he felt it. The cold hand on his cheek - maybe the hand was warm and his cheek burning. The sound of a murmur - maybe it was a scream and his ears were beating too loud with the blood rushing through his veins. A pressure between his hearts, between his lungs - maybe it was nothing, just the feel of his organs finally giving up.
“Look at me.”
His eyes shot open and were met with the blurry picture of she. Same blond hair, same smile. Deep brown irises that looked at him without the panic he was sure reflected in his, without the pain his cried profusely to wet his cheeks and his dry lips. Her hand, splayed over his chest, drawing circles like spells that stopped his ribcage from collapsing over itself.
“Look at me. Just breathe, okay?”
He blinked, hard, and forced his chest to follow the up and down of her hand. He latched onto her words, those words he desperately needed to replace the truth hammering against his skull. She’s gone. Breathe. She’s gone. Look at me. She’s… Breathe. Just breathe.
The pain faded, little by little, just as his lungs deflated, little by little. A seething breath, scorching, that had boiled for far too long in the confines of his ribs, but that was slowly expelled through his constricted throat. He was able to take in some fresh air, a small shot of oxygen that was just enough to keep certain death away. Just enough to reignite the system that must have shut down in his sleep again. The more he breathed, like she had told him to, the less he saw her face, the less he heard her words, the less he felt her hand.
Soon, he was breathing again. He hurried to untangled his limbs from the sticky web of sheets and covers glued to his body, covered in sweat and tears and drool, kicking them away his his feet in a fit of anger, with a fit of coughs, letting the cold air roll on his skin.
A nightmare, again. Or so the lingering taste of horror on the tip of his tongue and the images flashing before his eyes, the excruciating love soaring between his hearts and the sorrow imbibed in his stomach proved. But just a nightmare.
She’s gone.
No.
Breathe.
He rolled to the side and buried his nose in the pillow next to his. Breathe. He did. He breathed, and breathed, let the sweet smell fill his nose and soothe his aching lungs.
