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joestrummin:

i didnt realise ao3 was started in response to lj deleting account relating to p//edophi|ia and they explicitly support the posting of such works yikes

it wasn’t, like, ~~~we luv pedophilia, it was way more complicated than that!

although it’s true AO3 does allow all fannish content provided it’s properly warned for, there’s a long history there – of spaces being used by fans until the host decided whatever we were doing was too weird and distasteful and either kicking us off, banning certain content, or changing the nature of the site until it was no longer viable as a host.

you’re referring to the LJ Strikethrough of 2007, which, being an ancient crone, I lived through, and since I was hanging out in the last vestiges of SGA and in bandom, I saw some of the fallout. this was before LJ was sold to the Russians (which is a whole ‘nother story), when it was still owned by Six Apart; in an effort to clean up LJ’s act, Six Apart decided to delete all accounts using tags like underage, incest, rape, etc.

this was supposed to get rid of actual child porn on the site, and I hope it did, but it also targeted fan communities. this was a problem for a couple reasons; for one thing, not every story tagged with these words is in favor of them; for another, these things happen to real people and these personal posts were also potentially in danger of being attacked; for the last one, look, I ain’t into this kind of fic but people write about what people write about, and if it’s fictional and not explicitly banned in the TOS (correct me if I’m wrong; I don’t think written content about this stuff was banned?) then it’s not cool for a content host to just start deleting communities without warning.

but that’s what happened! these deletions were also primarily targeting slash communities, which smacked of some serious homophobia since things were deleted that had nothing to do with any of this kind of content.

eventually someone found out it was this super conservative religious group who’d sent a list of journal names to Six Apart, and who if I remember correctly targeted slash fic on purpose, even after it became clear that the fic was, well, totally fictional. after a while, Six Apart admitted they’d made a mistake and started to reinstate journals, but all of fandom was pretty shaken up.

THEN Boldthrough happened, which was essentially the same debacle several months later, at which point fandom began its long slow migration from LJ to GJ, IJ, and eventually AO3, Twitter, and tumblr.

AO3 was opened in 2008 in response to several incidents, of which Strikethrough was a really intense one. remember, also, that back in 2008 the stigma surrounding fandom was significantly greater and more shameful than it is today, so finding hosts willing to archive fic was difficult unless someone had the dough to pay for server space – often not an option. this was also back when fanfic.net’s HTML restrictions were so great that users couldn’t use any special characters or bold or italicize anything, and it didn’t allow R-rated content, so it was clearly not ideal. in addition, although cease & desist letters were much less common than they were in the early 2000s and before, DMCA takedowns were still a phantom on the horizon.

LONG STORY SHORT, even though pedophilia is reprehensible and I personally cannot stomach fanfic that involves that kind of content, AO3 was founded specially as a safe space for fandom communities that could not find homes elsewhere. it requires warnings precisely for that reason, and if you find a story that is not properly warned, you can alert the admins and get the story labeled appropriately.

IDK, maybe it’s just because I am, again, ancient, but I was in and around fandom before homosexuality was legal in all 50 states. so were most of the people who started AO3. for most of my formative life, being gay was associated with pedophilia, and so was writing about gay characters. just – it’s a lot more complicated than you might expect, and there’s a reason many older fans who have been involved in several generations of fandom were so grateful to have AO3 as an option.

I don’t read, for example, Hydra Trash Party fics.  They squick me, and I generally feel they are pretty gross.  But writing noncon body-horror is not the same as saying “yeah, I totally want to go out and rape and torture people for years while brainwashing them!” or even “yeah, I wouldn’t do it myself, but it would be totally okay if someone did!”  Nobody is hurt by it, and nobody is going to be hurt by it.  So should I have the right to go, that is gross, you don’t get to write or read that?  No.

In the same way, writing about underage teens getting it on–sometimes with each other, sometimes with adults, sometimes consensually, sometimes not–is not the same as child pornography, nor does reading a fic about Hermione and Snape getting it on while she was his student mean someone thinks that would be a good and/or healthy thing in real life.

Fiction affects reality, but fiction is not reality.  And writing about something does not mean you want to do it in real life, or believe that anyone should.

Let’s take a closer look at that “Ao3 supports pedophilia!” shall we?

1) The only fics I have ever come across that had actual pedophilia (i.e. someone having sex with a child), it was clearly and explicitly abuse.  It was not meant to titillate or arouse.  It was meant to horrify.  It was seldom explicit.

2) There’s a lot more incest, but it is usually portrayed either as explicitly mutually consensual (i.e. Sam/Dean) or as abusive.

3) I’ve been in fandom for a decade and a half.  When people start getting upset at “omg pedophilia, think of the children!” the fics they are usually objecting to aren’t actually pedophilia.  Usually, it is teenagers having sex, especially queer sex.  And people don’t like that, and use pedophilia as an excuse to shame people for writing/reading sex they don’t like.

Let’s look closer at Strikethrough, shall we?  I hope that, if there were any communities of actual pedophiles on LJ, they got taken down, too.  But here are some of the communities that got taken down that were not in any way supporting pedophilia and/or rape and/or incest that got taken down:

1) at least one support community for survivors of sexual abuse.

2) a literary book discussion group that was reading Lolita.

3) lots of slash fanfic communities, for things like Draco/Harry fic set in their fourth year (when both boys would have been 15).

Basically, this very conservative “family values” group hated porn, and they hated queer stuff even more, and used “but think of the children, it’s pedophilia!” to pressure LJ to get rid of huge swathes of things they didn’t like.  And one time taking down the worst of it wasn’t good enough for them.  No, this was step one on a moral crusade.  If you acceded to their demands, all that did was whet their appetite, and soon they would be back with a new list of demands.  This is why the 2007 strikethrough was not an isolated event, but rather one of a series of events, nor was LJ the only website thus targeted.  It starts with anything that can get labelled “pedophilia” or “incest” because that’s low-hanging fruit.  But they use that to go after anything relating to queer teen sexuality.  Then anything with teen sexuality.  Then once the community is already divided and diminished, they go after anything with non-con.  Then whatever is next on their list.  It doesn’t stop until they’ve won the point and nothing but suitably “family-friendly” fics that match their purity test are allowed.

Which is why AO3 has no morality content in their terms of service.  You can’t break copyright beyond fair use (and AO3 has an expansive view of “fair use” and a team of lawyers on call).  You can’t use AO3 for commercial advertising.  And you can’t post ACTUAL child pornography, i.e. the things that are legally prohibited, i.e. actual photographs or videos of actual children (not teens) in sexually explicit positions–you know, the stuff that actually hurts kids.  Other than that?  It’s fair game.  You can post anything you want, and the archive will not judge.  There is no handle for the Moral Majority Family-Friendly Thought Police to latch onto, no cracks they can exploit to divide and conquer.

We’ve been down that road.  It doesn’t lead anywhere good.

Reblogging this for the excellent explanation of what exactly the moral crusaders did last time. They had an explicit agenda of anti-queerness, and they specifically targeted slash and femslash communities in particular, such that many ship communities became (or started as) deliberately members-only. You had to apply, and your personal blog had to look like a real person and a fan. You were vetted, a la 1990s private servers.

During this period, Dreamwidth was also targeted by attacking its payment processor. They had to get a new one. These “Warriors” (literally called themselves that!) were totally on board with destroying fandom as a side effect of destroying the parts of fandom they didn’t like.

If you’re carrying out harassment of people right now because they’re posting works with sexual elements you don’t agree with? (And it’s always sex, never non-sexual violence, how strange….) If you’re doing that, you’re also totally on board with destroying fandom as a side effect of destroying the parts of fandom you don’t like. Because your tactics are fandom-destroying, and so is your agenda.

reblogging because this is important: strikethru and boldthru and all the various “purges” that fandom went thru about 10 years ago: this had to do with OUTSIDERS deciding that fandom in general and fanfiction in specific were evil and needed to be destroyed; unless we were writing and shipping good vanilla M/F married people. These were outsiders, going after fictional writing about fictional characters.

AO3 and OTW are HUGE, because now we have an organization, with very smart women and a lot of lawyers, that have our back. Fannish history is important, people! It has not always been this way.

This is so, so important: there’s that other post about AO3 and fanfiction floating around, about our history. People decry violent video games but no one is trying to force companies out of business. But people can and do attack fanfiction: an activity primarily written by women for women, about fictional characters. And often about sex. We have to constantly defend ourselves, protect ourselves, support each other against charges like “paeodophilia”.

^^^rebageling again for excellent commentary

Throwing this in because I was also present: This was during the American Government’s attempts to pass censorship laws on the internet. As MOST of those domains had their serves in America, they were beholden to those censorship laws. A great deal of fanfiction.net was removed because they happened to lose a goddamn courtcase. I’ve been on the site since 2002. They may not have ‘officially’ allowed NC-17 rated content (what it used to be listed as in the filters), it never did a damn thing to remove it. Ever. They had it listed as a rating option during ‘New Story’ uploading after all. It was i nthe search filters. After they lost the courtcase however, they legally had to start doing things about the mature content reports they got. The admins and mods were not actively looking for fic to remove, they were just responding to reports they had already received. 

tl;dr – I know tumblr is all about black and white “you’re either all right or all wrong” thinking, but it’s important to understand what actually happened before going “ew ao3 was made to give pedophiles a safe place to post” because that is 110% not what happened.

This is why so, so many of the comparatively older fannish folks on tumblr like me are so vehemently against stuff like the anti movement and “all ships are valid UNLESS”. It smacks of censorship and content policing – and we’ve been there. We got our shit deleted and our accounts banned because someone else thought what we were reading or writing or talking about needed to just… not exist. No warning. Literally overnight. We just woke up and stuff was gone.

And yeah, the group was legit called Warriors for Innocence (or maybe of). I knew several people that were members of survivor/support groups that lost their groups – and their main support network – when Strikethrough happened (ten years ago holy shit).

You antis need to listen when us older fans tell you that the censorship you’re advocating for, when put into practice, is NOT a positive thing; it’s an extremely scary thing!

I can guarantee that you would be very, very upset if another event like LJ Strikethrough were to happen today because *you* are just as vulnerable as the rest of us! If you support the rights of marginalized groups of people, if you’re a slash or fem slash shipper, if you support gender identities that aren’t defined by biological sex, if you care about representation, if you support women, if you have any kind of kink, if you care about fandom in any capacity beyond its eradication, YOU DO NOT ACTUALLY WANT THE SORT OF CENSORSHIP YOU’RE ADVOCATING!!

People were terrified during Strikethrough.  I was there.  Communities were being shut down, individual users were being shut down.  People were losing access to their own fics, their feedback, their comments – a LOT went on in comments on LJ.  Think more coherent reblogs, much more personal, very widespread.  Comments were also very important, and in terms of networking/communicating, were absolutely critical.  

LJ was, for many people, central.  

It was a fundamental part of the infrastructure of fandom at the time.  

Having it attacked, having parts of your fandom’s territory just deleted like that, was very very scary.  People didn’t know who was next.  Every day, the list of stricken journals grew.  And not all of them came back, not all of them recovered their content.  Some people even voluntarily deleted their content as a form of protest.  It was a bad time.

You do not have to interact with fic that grosses you out or makes you uncomfortable.  Tagging is a thing.  And even outside of tags, you are responsible for curating your own fandom experience.  It is not right to expect it to be curated for you.  And it is not right to lash out when someone refuses to do so and expects you to walk away from things that do not concern you.

I was gonna say “things that don’t harm anyone” but I realize you can argue that.  If you get triggered, that’s upsetting.  That could be considered harm.  And I have sympathy for that.  I do.

I have run across fic that triggered me.  I have pretty specific triggers, and people don’t always think to warn for them because they aren’t that big a deal for a lot of people.  Or it’s sort of bundled into kink and is presumed, that if you’re okay with certain kinds of kink, you’re okay with this.  So I’ve been blindsided by it before.  And it sucks for a couple of days while I get over it.

That was not the fault of the authors! You could argue that tagging should have been used, and maybe it should, but ultimately that’s not an ironclad obligation.  It’s a tool people provide out of courtesy.

That was not the fault of the site!  The site is there to give authors a way to make fiction available, not to judge each work and interrogate its validity and make sure everything is tagged so that nobody has to see anything bad, ever.

That was not even my fault!  It was my responsibility to try to curate my experience, and I tried, but it wasn’t my fault because I didn’t deliberately set out to trigger myself.

When I get triggered, unless it is by a deliberate act, it is actually the fault of the people who hurt me in the first place! And I refuse to let them off the hook and blame perfectly innocent people who just wanna write their fanfiction! I may hate that fanfiction, but that is irrelevant to the question of whether or not people should be allowed to post whatever they want.

Also, some people cope by writing about fucked-up shit.  My best friend in the whole wide world has shared her fic with me, and HOO BOY it is messed up. She wrote it during a time in her life when she was in and just coming out of a horrifically abusive relationship.  I mean, it was exactly the kind of relationship all of us here on Tumblr love to hate.  She was married to a shitty, abusive man who preyed on someone younger than he was and used his influence over her to treat her in a way that would be right at home in that Lundy Bancroft book Why Does He Do That?  He was a real rapist, a verified grade-A bad fuckin’ guy.  (She was lucky to escape.  I have immense respect for her.)  And she wrote some fucked up fic to deal with it, and she shared it, and people were invested in it.  And because this was early 2000′s, she had to host it on a foreign server and cover her tracks, because at that time no-place was safe to post it.

“Yeah, but if she’s writing it for therapy, she doesn’t have to post it where other people might have to see it!” I hear you say.

But like … what the hell??? “Shut up, don’t talk about it, it’s bad to talk about these things, because these things are bad!” is something used against folks with trauma.

“This isn’t good for me, I can’t talk about this, I can’t be your audience for this,” that’s fine, those are boundaries that people with trauma use to defend themselves.  You should learn to say those things!  It will help you!

But expecting other people to never create and share art about trauma is just so thunderously oppressive I lack the ability to fully articulate it.

And nobody should have to disclose their history of trauma to prove their motives are pure or virtuous enough for their speech to be protected.  I’ve only really been able to openly say “I was assaulted, it was traumatic, I am a little fucked up from it” for the past couple of years, tops.  I couldn’t talk about it before that.  Couldn’t!  And it was over 20 years ago!

I also believe, very firmly, that you don’t need a history of abuse to find writing really messed-up shit satisfying, or to find reading it cathartic.  I believe 100% in the freedom of creative expression, and the freedom to read whatever fucked up shit you want to read.

All y’all fandom youngsters can spit nails all you want over gross rape fic, incest fic, whatever.

Fine, I don’t like it either!

But that fucked up shit?  That fucked up shit helped carve out the spaces we have today.  You don’t have to like it, but campaigning to get it deleted, harassing content creators, calling people rapists and pedophiles who have never done and would never ever do such a thing, that is not the way to improve the world, it doesn’t keep actual kids or teens or assault/rape victims safe.  It wouldn’t have made me feel safe when I was 16 and did’t want what was going on.  It doesn’t make me feel safe now.  I can say with the perspective of someone 24 years away from that event, it doesn’t make the world safer for people like I was.  It actually makes it worse.

Learn to steer clear of the messed-up stuff you don’t like.  It’s a skill, you get better with practice.  Have someone else vet stuff for you if you need help doing it now.

Everything that is sketchy and gross is not criminal, and writing about a thing is not morally the same as doing it.  Please stop acting like writing about an adult and a teenager having really questionable, gross sex is as bad as the actual registered sex offender they caught hanging around an actual elementary school two neighborhoods over from mine, just trying to talk to the kids.  The former is, at most, in poor taste, and potentially triggering to abuse victims.  The second makes me want to vomit because even though he was just talking, that guy was gearing up to try something and create another abuse victim.  A g a i n.  

The first can be avoided because it is imaginary and you, an adult, have power over your back button so that you don’t have to witness harm to imaginary people.  The second, those very real kids had to rely on real adults and real law enforcement to keep them safe from very real assault.  

(It worked!  The neighborhood rallied!  He was arrested for violating parole!)

Pretty sure Sleazebag McDongface didn’t read some gross NC-17 Draco/Lucius fic before deciding to harm an actual human being.  Pretty sure not having read it didn’t keep him from doing it. ‘Cause he fuckin’ did it.  And he would have done worse. But actual people stopped him.

I get wanting to protect victims when so many of us are victims ourselves, but man, going after fiction is not the way to do it.

An author is not a perpetrator.  Stop trying to make those things synonymous in the minds of other fans, and in the minds of other recovering victims.

(This isn’t really about the original topic.)

Also, reading fic that dealt with rape and consent helped my figure out that I was coerced into sex as a young teen. Until then, I just thought I’d done some really messed up play-acting. That it had been my choice.

There is definitely fic out there that is blurring the lines of what consent and rape are. That are pitched as love stories, but show things that are really unhealthy and awful. (I’m still for allowing such fic to exist.)

But there are a lot of others that depict horrible things, sometimes even for the titillation of their audience, and clearly show how those things affect their victims. That can help readers link their own past together in new ways.

Sometimes the stories aren’t even about the same issue the reader has.  I’ve read fic focused on rape that taught me new ways to cope with mental illness.

Finally, sometimes I hate myself so strongly I can only get through the day by reading about fictional people being hurt. Because I want to self-harm, or spew insults and belittlement at myself. A character I relate to can act as a stand in.


Anyways, I know it can be baffling and kind of freaky to know that people read fic about horrible, awful things. Since I’m fine with disclosing my issues, I thought I’d do my bit to demystify it a little bit. There are lots of reasons, but these are a few.

(And yes, I totally read Hydra Trash Party fic. Bucky’s lack of identity really resonates with my more dissociative moods.) 

Calculation

iphoenixrising:

@poison-basil did beautiful art for Fracture and I just!
Fangirl squealed like a BOSS, okay? Because it’s epic and I have so many feels. Here and here are the lovely things I will be adding when the next chapter is done. But, this little thing because my artist wants Dick forgets Tim’s birthday (maybe with a little Jason
Todd snark thrown in). And for such nice things, yes, babe, yesss.

**

The ensuing awkward fuckery is getting on his last
goddamned nerve, Dickie. Pull your shit together, man.

“I can’t believe I forgot,” because now the oldest
Robin is hitting the shock/denial phase. Hood sees where this train is
going—and he feverently says a short prayer for Baby Bird’s sanity.

Because Dick Grayson is about forty-five bemoaning minutes
away from making a plan and sticking right the hell to it (Jay had been
there for the great “Forgot the Day He Came to Wayne Manor” anniversary of ‘16.
B and Alf were ready ta murder him if he didn’t Shut. The. Fuck. Up).

From his usual leaning against the Batcomputer’s main
console while Dickie bitched and complained, pacing on his hands part of the
time—Jay has a few more regrets about this little sitch.

He shoulda just let it ride instead of coming here to
let the Bats have a piece of his goddamned mind. ‘Cause you better believe
he’d been pretty pissed off ta find Baby Bird alone in Titan’s Tower on his
fucking birthday, just going about his everyday usual.

“No super brats?” Had been his first clue.

“It’s Thursday,” had been Timmy’s comeback from behind that
dom, “everyone else has lives and stuff, you know.”

His, “what the shit, Timmy?” had been followed up
with a plainly wrapped box tossed in the kid’s lap, taking off the helmet so
Baby Bird could actually see him sneering.

“Oh,” had been faint, shocked, half-choked, and it made Jay just
pissed enough to plan on letting some motherfuckers know how goddamned disappointed
he is (at least Alf called ahead and made sure plenty of eats were sent
ahead for Master Tim. Today of all days, you mustn’t neglect yourself).

The night turned out s’all right anyhow.

The ensuing hangover Baby Bird was riding the next morning was not.

Jay made sure to have coffee, aspirin, and water ready
before he left the Tower for home, letting Timmy suffer in peace, still
snoozing on the couch in the Commons room.

Coming to Wayne Manor was the first shake-down, but Dickie
just has to take all the fun outta being an asshole, the miserable fuck. Seriously, he came here to give a right bitching and Dick’s just screwing it all up by being sorry.

Jay rolls his eyes (again), “shit happens, Dick. Kid
gets it, you feel me?”

“Not good enough, Jay,” the acrobat immediately decides and
flips back on his feet with determination. “He’s still not really even okay
with us yet, and this could be a real set-back.”

When Dickie gets that look on his face, Jay slowly
raises both hands, palm out in a placating slow your roll kind of way.

“Now hold on a minute. Don’t start making any plans—”
which would have been followed-up with you’ll scar him for life.
But the former Robin, former Batman, current Nightwing, just arches a brow at
the Red Hood and grins, wide and white, in the darkness of the Cave.

With an irritated sigh, Jay idly thinks about laying a little knowledge
down on Dickie (maybe ‘bout how Timmy told him the down and dirty deets
while he was piss-faced drunk, lookin’ at him with those dark eyes, admittin’
how much he wanted, needed without sayin’ it outright), just
letting him know maybe he oughta go apologize wearing a pair of skinny
jeans and tank top instead of as the usual “big brother” thing he’s got going on.

(But if he really can’t figure it out being a goddamned
detective and all, then it’s really his own
fault anyhow).

Instead, Jay just shakes his head at the antics of
vigilantes and turns to start up into the Manor proper, mentally washing his
hands of the whole sitch entirely.

(Sorry Timmy, but this might be the most entertaining thing
ta watch.)

**

Red is about to lose his ever-loving mind.

For seven days—seven—he’s been thrown up against the
usual assortment of baddies and their ilk with the casual crime stomping, just
getting into the stride of his week and whatnot. It seems, however, that his
usuals are somehow more annoying than ever, like someone is helping them
with their nefarious evil plots. The Church of the Blood is up to their old
tricks, H.I.V.E is really trying his patience with a particle accelerator, and
even Bloody Mary seems to have suddenly stepped up her game to more
than the run-of-the-mill, power-sucking baddie.

Is there a full moon or something?

Just, what the fuck is happening?

Patched up as much as he can be while finally able to just sit
down
after the week he’s had, Red pops two more ibuprofen in the fervent hopes
it might touch the all-over pain he’s got going on right now. Kon had come by a
few hours ago after he heard about The Church’s surprise attack with only Red
Robin to circumvent the obvious bad in the form of an organic bomb that
would probably do terrible damage to the population of regular people just
trying to get a cup of coffee or some shit at God o’clock in morning.

The slew of bruises and contusions on his upper body are
starting to be a little more owfuck than he realistically wants to deal
with at this juncture, but when Kon kept poking the angry bruise below
his shoulder blade enough is fucking enough.

“Don’t make me get out the kryptonite, dude,” he manages to
hiss out as yet another poke makes the spot throb.

“You didn’t even call us, douche bag, so I don’t want
to hear it.” The super snarks back without a flinch. “You’re lucky I’m not Cassie
right now.”

Both Titans pause, look at one another, and share a nod of
understanding. “It hurts like fuck, but I’m okay. Not dying this week, I
promise.”

Kon…hadn’t laughed at that oddly enough. “If there’s
another alarm, Call. Me. You. Ass. Hat. Got it?”

He almost says something inordinately stupid like not
while you’re in class,
dude, finals are a bitch, but thinks better
of it once he gets the full look at Kon’s unhappy face and tense frame. In
twenty minutes, the guy is heading back to Kansas with those glasses on and his
whole I’m such a super nerd thing going on, leaving Red to hurt in
peace
.

…until the Batwing touches down on top the Tower, and he’s
gets yet another thing to deal with.

When N hops down out of the cockpit, Red seriously facepalms with an audible groan of oh God, why now and already feels his cheeks heating up with a little residual embarrassment at
what he could have possibly told the Red Hood the last time he visited the Tower.

Hopefully, there’s just a case in Gotham that needs his
brand of expertise. If not, he’s going to have an even worse day with
all the bumbling excuses and “Hood doesn’t know how to take a joke,
Dick. You’re always going to be my brother, okay?”

(But what if things don’t go that way? What if Dick
is here to—? Really, dumb ass? It’s Dick for fuck’s sake.)

So he heaves his hurting ass up out of his comfy computer
chair, still fully suited up, and meets Nightwing on the Communal Floor with a
wave and a pot of fresh coffee.

And even though he knows it’s coming, the octopus
hold that is truly inescapable, he still flinches, lets out a noise when
his injuries are jostled.

(Everyone has a bad week, right?)

The obvious reaction reaches N, who puts him right down with
eyes wide behind the dom. He catches an arm when Red starts to list to the
left, trying to blink away the gray edges distorting his vision.

He barely gets a word in before the mother-hen instincts are
on and Dick’s innate sixth sense kicks into overdrive.

But, after all the strain, he’s seriously running on fumes here and it’s just…really nice to be
a limp noodle in Nightwing’s arms, to lay back and let someone else take
charge.

“Timmy?!”

“S’okay. All of ‘em are wrapped up. Think I’m just tired,
been a long week.” And it’s a stupid thing how he can let his cheek rest on N’s
shoulder, lay against all that strength, allow himself to be taken care of for
once. So he completely doesn’t fight it when Nightwing picks him up with an arm under his knees, and carries him out of the Communal
Floor to the Perch. In his own bedroom, those hands are stripping off his harness and
utility belt, then the outer armor until the bodysuit is pushed down to his
hips and the bandages are carefully unwound, gauze pads gently removed.

“Baby Bird, you’ve had a rough one,” N has removed his
gloves, gauntlets, and domino, turning into Dick while he gently checks
each injury and gingerly rewraps them. “Dami, I’m so sorry.”

Still half-fuzzy with sleep dep, blood loss, and variable
layers of exhaustion, Red laughs a little from his prone position, stripped to
the skin above the waist. “Sorry? Bad guys are assholes, Dick. It’s not your
fault.”

The older vigilante sucks in a breath and leans closer to
him so he doesn’t have to lift his head from his pillow to look him in the eyes.

“Tim…I may have…I may have, um…helped your bad
guys a little?”

Wait, what now?  

“Wait, what now?” Yup, he’s awake. “You helped
my bad guys? You helped my bad guys. How… You know, just why… What
would fucking possess you to help the bad guys, Dick?””

But Dick catches him by the arms before he can be up and out
of bed, holding him still so the taller vigilante can lean down and put them
only a few inches apart, “because I missed your birthday, Tim, and I… I felt so
terrible about it. You turned twenty and I missed it.”

It takes a little effort to pick up his jaw where it
drops open. “Are you telling me, you helped my bad guys with terrible world-domination plans because you missed my birthday?
How does that even make sense?

Maybe he lost more blood than he thought? Things are just not making sense.

Dick smiles a little and his nose crinkles, “Timmy. I know
you. You like a challenge in any mission you take on. I might have anonymously
helped out Brother Blood with the bomb schematics because I know you
would not only disarm it, but you’d have fun writing the code to takie it apart.”

His mouth opens, works soundlessly because, welp, that? Is
actually true. He kind of did enjoy breaking the encryption.

“And H.I.V.E. always has those chemical weapons you like
destroying so much, along with all the labs you get to take down—”

Fuck, also true.

“—and you still have a grudge against Bloody Mary for the
last fight she had with Cassie, so I thought you might want an opportunity to
get back at her. I mean, taking her down when she’s at her most powerful
is probably going to crush her ego into minor league super villain bits.”

Now he’s blinking at Dick’s hilariously genuine expression
because it’s all so true. He has no idea how Dick even knew
all of this.

“I was trying to have a contingency in case one or two of
them didn’t take the bait, but I guess I might have…overdone it a little? I just checked all the week’s reports and figured they all came for you at once. I’m sorry, Tim, I’m so sorry you got
hurt—”

But his chest is swelling with affection and gratitude, so
much that his hands move without forethought, coming up to wind around Dick’s
shoulders, and pull the older vigilante right against the front of his body tight,
regardless of the residual owfuck.

“Hey,” and his voice doesn’t sound like that, deep and
watery, “no hard feelings, okay? Total NBD. But that…Dick, that is so awesome.
Thank-you. Best. Present. Ever, seriously.”

And if there’s any other languages Dick is fluent in? It’s
the language of hugs.

Easy of the injuries, still firm and supportive, Dick wraps
him up tight, nuzzles the top of his head like he’s still that nosy kid who
found himself saying stupid shit (you know, like how Batman needs a
Robin?) to bad ass vigilantes.

“I should have come by sooner,” is the apologetic admission,
“to make sure you were okay. That’s a lot to handle, even for you.”

He waves a vague hand and gives absolutely no shits
about relaxing right backing into Dick’s shoulder and chest, his eyes sliding slowly
closer to comfortable and calm. He might mumble something about not being as bad
as his usual Wednesday to get a soft chuckle in reply.

(And if the ensuing night commences with a terrible Sci-Fi
marathon and mounds of junk food, of laughing and pjs, of being wallowed on and
coddled within an inch of his life, of having the closeness they used
to have, well, it might not have been what he really wanted, but still,
not bad at all).

Question about Inbreeding

Okay Science Side of Tumblr, I have a question.

I have this story idea, where a group of early-medieval women collected from around the world are taken to the future and eventually start a society. It’s all about discovering and forming bonds with people not like yourself. Plus pretty historical fashion.

But the reason they were taken to the future was to serve as some guy’s harem. And when they take him down, the only males on their world are their sons. By him.

So all the people who can continue this society are half-siblings.

The focus of the story isn’t on this, since I think sex is boring and want to talk about mommies with PTSD being awesome. Exploration and discovery. LEARNING STUFF. Friendships and family.

But, is there any way to avoid bad inbreeding in a situation like this? Would there be an amount of unrelated women that would offer enough genetic variance to offset Horrible Jerk’s DNA being everywhere?