#NOBODY SHOULD
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Sure, I can be dysphoric about being trans, I can have body dysphoria, but let's just say this - I get body dysphoria MORE because of social dysphoria and transphobia. I LOVE BEING TRANS, but I don't need more fucking awareness and shame over having different equipment to a cis dude's. I would maybe be dealing with it easier if I wasn't made to feel weird and different and invalidated which I do feel more often now with how I am perceived and look and get pointed to the fucking ladies' room and addressed with she/her pronouns and ma'am. I am not miserable about being trans. I am miserable because society makes me feel like I can't trust myself, I don't have my own autonomy and others and shames me for looking 'different' to 'stereotypical cis guys'. I have body dysphoria, and body dysphoria from social dysphoria and fucking stigmatisation. Stop patronising me as a some brainwashed helpless female who doesn't know how to fucking think properly.
#I DON'T NEED TO BE REMINDED THAT I AM DIFFERENT#NOBODY SHOULD#i also have personal trauma kinda separate from this#being bullied and patronised since i was a child for how i acted and looked#has not fucking helped#i am sensitive and short and jealous as fuck#personal#vent#transphobia tw#misogyny tw#abuse tw#trauma#mental illness#not to mention being super neurodivergent#because we all know transphobes love to blame trans people for brainwashing autistic 'girls'#rant#gender dysphoria#transgender#dysphoria#body dysphoria#social dysphoria#anti terf#yeah wow so any way you looked at me whether as a so called cis female or a nonbinary trans man#it's just super fucking insulting and patronising#nonbinary#transmasculine#trans men#stop saying i can't think for myself you fucks#queer#LGBTQIA+
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re-reading my own fic because the author has exactly my taste in tropes, ships the same ships in the right way, and also shares my sense of humour. what a find, what a revelation. i hope they write more of this sort of thing.
#she should POSSIBLY scale back a bit on the inappropriate dick jokes but nobody's perfect right?#fic related
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Veilsmoke, Case 1: The Rogue Poisoner. Part 7
“I…”
Anchra’s hand reached for the handle once more. Slowly, she cracked open the door.
“...I couldn’t.” She confessed, eventually, before slipping through the exit and shutting it behind her.
“You couldn– Wait!” Lake called out, trying to reach for her, yet only grasping at air.
They stepped forward, hesitating as soon as they went to open the door.
Standing alone in the dark, they’d discovered, wasn’t as terrifying as they thought originally. It was easier to relax with no one else around, despite the risk of being unaccompanied in an unfamiliar, potentially hostile place.
They couldn’t hear Anchra through the door. It was only their breathing, and the faint ticking that barely rose above it. Lake, standing still, began to feel the aching in their muscles, slowly beginning to stretch and loosen up after all the stress left them tense for hours.
The factory had been difficult to navigate, though not impossible. Their odds of making it out likely wouldn’t be any higher with company.
“But…”
Lake sighed, leaning against the door. The discovery of the disfigured corpse felt like it had been so long ago, but the memory of it still had their stomach turn. It only made them more bewildered over the perpetrator.
Things didn’t add up with Anchra– Not without a motive. The cruelty on display with the previous victims simply did not match her actions.
Lake opened the door, wondering how deep a rabbit hole should go.
They didn’t expect the ticking, louder now, to be joined by the buzzing of fluorescent lamps, nevermind the trickle of running water. The air seemed far colder on the other side of the door– The harshest shift between different factory sections so far.
The lamps certainly helped the whiplash as well. The whole environment shifted harshly from rusted steel to cold, lusterless aluminum– A fact Lake took a moment to notice, waiting for their eyes to adapt to the proper lighting, even if half the storage room they’d found themself in had faulty lights.
From the abandoned corridor, Lake had stepped into a maze of shelves and racks, all blanketed in the same metallic white. Even the contents of the shelves, at least the few sparse items they found while wandering the aisles, were all metal sheets, empty cans, and other such items.
Lake paused, quickly looking over their path. They’d begun walking towards the sound of water– And opposite the ticking– and needed to ensure they wouldn’t get lost. Luckily, going along the wall instead of delving between the shelves would likely lead to the same place with no possibility of getting lost.
Lake’s steps became a little more lively as they noticed the streaming sound getting louder. Their foot nearly slipping, however, forced them to temper their enthusiasm. The floor actually seemed different as they approached the sound, with a smoother, shinier metal gradually overtaking the matte-finish aluminum that consumed the rest of the area.
Finally, Lake saw the end of the room. The corner’s ceiling broke open into the levels above – At the center of the hole, then, a stream of water trickled down, cascading gently, if noisily, down into a pool lined with the same chrome from before.
The layers visible through the hole in the ceiling were as rusty as the corridor Lake had to traverse. Correspondingly, the water was tinged a dull brown with rust and dirt.
“...Oh.” Lake sighed, feet slipping a little as they sunk, dejected, to their knees. Even if they felt fine at first, the sound of water echoing from afar had left them particularly…
“...Thirsty?”
“Waah!” Lake nearly jumped out of their skin – And into the pool – at the voice from behind.
Predictably, its source simply raised an eyebrow in mild disappointment, holding a pair of empty cans in her good hand.
“If so, find something sharp.” Anchra instructed, setting the cans down on a nearby shelf.
“S-Sharp? Like what…?” Lake blinked, looking up at her, hesitant to say any of the things on their mind.
“I don’t know. My feet hurt.” She huffed as she sank to the ground, sitting down by her improvised containers. “Good luck.”
Lake looked up at her. A second of their eyes locking together was all Lake needed to know they weren’t ready to actually speak with her.
“...I’ll, um, look around.” They nodded, slowly pushing themself back up to their feet. The task itself seemed difficult enough that they would have plenty else to think about.
As Lake stepped away, looking out into the expanse of shelves, they managed to pause and attempt to force out a question. “A-About what you said, um, a little bit ago…”
“I didn’t say anything.” The response came in quickly. It didn’t quite cut Lake off, considering they likely wouldn’t be able to finish the question. “You didn’t hear anything, either.”
“...Right.” Lake let out a small sigh, anxiety substituted by something closer to frustration.
The fading sound of water, at least, offered a constant reminder of their distance to the spring. As it grew quieter, Lake’s thoughts strayed away from the confrontation they seemed unable to spark, instead retreating into practical concerns.
Despite the variety of objects lining the shelves, nothing seemed sharp. Knives, blades, and other useful implements were nowhere to be found– Though, they imagined Anchra wouldn’t need help if they were.
Eventually, the specific aisle Lake was following found its end. The ceiling had collapsed, leaving the shelves around it as piles of broken, twisted metal flanking the rubble that blocked the path. Lake prepared to turn back, mentally routing another way ahead.
...Oh.
Sheepishly turning back around, they began looking over the scrap scattered around the cave-in. Few of the pieces held any kind of edge– One, however, seemed almost perfect, even vaguely knife-shaped.
About a minute of trying to tear it clean from the attached support, however, left Lake only with sore hands and disappointment. The piece of metal certainly didn’t help, sitting a little too low to comfortably grab.
Instead, Lake placed their foot, careful to not cut their leg on the exposed metal. Stomping with all their strength led to minimal, if existent, results.
...What does she want, anyway?
Stomp.
Why help her?
Stomp.
She doesn’t care, does she?
Stomp.
All of this is just…
Stomp.
Why are you doing this to yourself?
Lake blinked. The piece of metal had long since broken off, and now sat in a dent made in its shape.
With a long, slow, deliberate sigh, they reached down to pick up the improvised knife. The lightest touch to its tip was, doubtlessly, painful. Luckily, it hadn’t drawn blood.
Lake sighed once more, and began making their way back. Anchra would surely be expecting them.
A minute later, the sigh coming out of their lips turned to more of a groan.
...Or not.
“...How’d you fall asleep so fast?” Lake whispered, unable to bring themself to wake her up. Setting the vaguely-requested ‘something sharp’ near her, they found a dry spot near the spring to sit and wait for Anchra to wake up.
The air was cold, and the dripping water loud. She wouldn’t be out for long. Lake, after giving up on finding a comfortable way to sit on cold metal, instead simply found solace in the warmth from their jacket. It was dirty, and smelled of rust, but it was warm. The warmth felt nice on their skin.
It was so, so warm.
—
“Wake up. Hey.”
“Mmh…?” Lake groaned, hugging their knees, not bothering to open their eyes. “I’m… Not asleep.”
“Fine.”
Her voice stopped calling out. They were awake, of course. It was simply very warm to sit there.
“Dodge.”
“Mm…? Dodge what?”
Lake’s eyes fluttered open– Only to shoot wide at the stabbing cold. Anchra simply sat there, as if her stoic face didn’t drip vindictive smugness. The container in her hand still dripped cold, rust-colored from her assault. The chill soaked through their clothes, water dripping down their face.
“Why?!”
“I thought you’d dodge.” She shrugged. “You said you were awake.”
“I…” Lake blinked, slowly realizing their own claims of ‘not being asleep’ might have been exaggerated. “Y-Yeah, okay. Fine.”
Anchra, wordlessly, flipped the can she’d just used bottoms-up and set it on the ground. Reaching to the side, she picked up the scrap Lake discovered, finding a steady grip on it.
“Let’s see.” She held the can steady with her foot, scratching a straight line– Visible, yet not deep enough to pierce the metal– across the flat bottom of the can. “...Good enough. Thanks, Lake.”
“O-Oh, um…” Lake couldn’t help but blush, still getting their bearings after waking up. They hadn’t been sleeping long enough to be sore, so that was a relief. “T-Thanks.”
“I’m mainly thankful for waking up. Figured you might choke me.” She shrugged. Her efforts at scratching something more complex into the metal, however, were foiled by the can slipping from her improvised grip.
Lake quickly scooted over, kneeling down and actually holding the can steady for her. “I-I… I couldn’t do that.”
“You don’t have to help.” She grumbled, though it didn’t stop her from actually making use of their aid. Surprisingly dexterously, Anchra carved out a small crescent moon near the edge of the surface; on the opposite edge, she added a circle with a dot in its center.
“...A sun?” Lake wondered, out loud. The resulting small hesitation in Anchra’s work almost startled them.
“...For stability.” She explained, using the straighter edge of the makeshift chisel to test the alignment of the symbols. “Turns out, there was one advantage to all the repetitive work.”
She proceeded with drawing a triangle, pointed towards the moon. Then, for some reason, a male symbol.
The lines following that didn’t seem to form a clear pattern, despite their source’s strict concentration and soft grumbling. A minute later, however, even Lake could see the flow in the design connecting the original symbols when overlooking the whole thing.
Anchra leaned back, raising up the can and inspecting it against the lights overhead.
“Good enough.”
“S-So, um, what–”
Lake’s question was interrupted, quickly, by the other can being planted on the ground. A second later, they realized it was their cue to assume their position again.
The second time around definitely felt faster. Anchra seemed more confident in her free-handing, and had the previous diagram to use as reference. The end product was roughly identical, even if the roughness itself had been lessened.
After a cursory inspection, she flipped the can top-up once more, and scooped up the dirty water, filling the container to the brim.
One look from her, and a twitch of her broken arm, later, and Lake quickly followed suit, holding the contaminated drink up.
Anchra closed her eyes, head nudging to the side as if trying to hear something. A second later, a small smirk came to her face.
“Cheers.”
A small, yet notable spark of light bounced off as she clinked the two cans together.
“This…” Lake blinked, looking into the can. Though nothing seemed to be happening, they could feel a small degree of movement from the container. “...D-Did, uh, you do something?”
“Doing things is for laboratories.” She countered. “But I happen to remember a basic purification array.”
“O-Oh, um…” Lake began, before squeaking as a thick, vaguely-orange, tar-like substance dripped out from the bottom of their can.
“Don’t let that get on your shoes.” She commented, holding her own can far to the side. “It’s…”
“...All the rust and dirt, filtered out.” Lake completed, before their confidence quickly crumbled at Anchra’s amused look. “...R-Right…?”
“Has anyone told you?” She blinked. “That you’re smarter than you look?”
“...Yeah.” They sighed, annoyed at receiving the same backhanded compliment twice in one day. “Is… I-Is this what alchemy is?”
“...The really basic kind.” She nodded.
A moment passed in silence, before Anchra briefly set her can down. Struggling to pull down the sleeve on her good arm, she eventually managed to reveal a white marking– More of an inlay than a tattoo– in the vague shape of a claw.
“Alchemists,” she began with a sigh, “come from Ark Paracelsus. Most do, at least.”
“A-And, you do, too?” Lake nodded along.
“Unfortunately.” She grimaced. “I thought joining meant I could do something better than rot. Maybe achieve something.”
“But…?” Lake listened attentively, seeing her get increasingly more aggravated.
“I didn’t expect to pass their culling. I expected less they’d make me into a tool after–”
She interrupted herself, the shake of her tightening grip spilling some water onto her hand.
“It’s… Bad.” She sighed. “It’s terrible. Immoral. Nepotistic. Infuriating.”
“S-So… You left?”
“I ran.” She corrected. “They call it ‘debt’. It’s slavery.”
“B-But…” Lake sighed, finding the words. “Here, you…”
A drop of impurity fell from the cups.
“Rubedo.”
“H-Huh?” They blinked.
“Nobody knows how to make it.” She explained, glancing at the mark on her arm. “But it comes from failed brandings. ...Or so the rumor says.”
Lake followed her gaze to the white, curled mark that seemed to grip her forearm.
...Oh. It’s the same.
What little skin the corpse still had, carried the same symbols.
“It’s…” They grit their teeth. “W-What do you want?”
She remained silent.
“To ‘achieve something’, like you said? Or to have status when you go back to the other alchemists?” They huffed. “Is it worth killing innocent people to achieve that?!”
“Yes.” She replied, flatly. “Immortality, by definition, is worth the sacrifice.”
#writing#veilsmoke#yeah it took like a month#I'm sorry#to whom I'm sorry I dunno#nobody reads these#nobody should#anyways here's more shitty#urban fantasy
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I won't beg someone to stay who has made clear he wants to leave
#I took a lot of shit and I am sure you did too#but I forgave things I shouldn't have#nobody should#sometimes I did not even get angry I just accepted certain behaviors and outbursts#I already betrayed myself#when I chose to stay with you I mistreated myself aswell#so I will for sure not beg you to stay#if you want to leave then go#I am holding the door open
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Infernally hot take but I don’t think foods which cater to dietary needs (coeliac, ibs, allergies, etc) should be more expensive than the big-standard “normal” variety foods :/
Like, if it genuinely costs more to make (economies of scale, more thorough cleaning required, whatever) then there should be government subsidies and audits and shit to keep the price about on par with what an average person without specific needs would pay.
#dietary restrictions#dietary needs#I shouldn’t have to pay a premium to not be sick#nobody should#this is some bullshit#and my problems are relatively mild#like wtf#there are no cheaper options#’Buy store brand!’#WOULD THAT I FUCKING COULD
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got any proof of russian psyops other than what tumblr told you?
There was a group called the Internet Research Agency operating in Russia. It was also known as the “troll farm.” The story was first broken by russian BBC reporter Andrey Zakharov in 2016. If you have access to HBO Max, there’s a good documentary on it called “Agents of Chaos.” Episode one focuses on the troll farm, but the whole thing is worth a watch if you have the time.
Here’s an article on it and the indictments as well:
#please do research rather than making assumptions#i don’t get my news from tumblr#nobody should#always look into things yourself#at least the important stuff#ask and you shall receive
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I don't think this guy knows what an equation is.
#he's a tech consultant#sir nobody should be consulting you on tech#what the fuck are you talking about
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iknow my comics are ugly please just hear me out
#So me and my friend were talking about ‘whos the most likely to’ with ratiorine#and she asked ‘whos the most likely to confess first?’#and i said Nobody. Theyre both doomed forever. Unless it happens on accident.#and this is what i imagined#★ my art#art#honkai star rail#should i tag ratio even if hes not here#hsr aventurine#ill tag ratio because his husband is here#hsr dr ratio#hsr topaz#ratiorine#aventio#Someone reblogged my post with the tag golden ratio.#golden ratio hsr????#excuse me???#why are yall making new ship names without me. How DARE you be so creative without me in the room.#GET BACK HERE#i can literally talk about these two for hours im so serious its getting bad like it already was bad but now its worse
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and are the lazy people who are able to cheat the system and live off benefits comfortably in the room with us right now?
#🔮💭#i know these people are full of shit bc u should see how tiny my check is every month#nobody is surviving off this#hall of shame
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this is basically what happened, right?
(these guys are very lucky that everyone at NRC 1) has the combined intelligence of a sack of bricks, and 2) is easily distracted by shiny things.)
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#stage in playful land#stage in playfulland#these two are SO sleazy and i am utterly delighted by them#can't wait to find out their tragic backstory in approximately 3-4 weeks!#fortunately i have like a month to figure out how the heck to draw their hair (spoiler: i will never figure it out)#also. god. i love it whenever leona accidentally reveals his Mom Side.#he doesn't care about any of this but he WILL be tagging along to make sure no one else gets into trouble#once again he has to be the Responsible Adult and he hates it. the whimsical hat weighs heavy upon his head.#anyway this is me so excuse me while i now talk about diasomnia for three hours#but lilia being all 'kids gotta have some adventure in their lives!' is hilarious#specifically because you know silver would NEVER.#100% silver not only never snuck out but he always went to bed on time AND brushed his teeth AND flossed even when nobody made him.#lilia: aww but you should be enjoying your youth! >:c#silver: i am. i enjoy being respectful and disciplined and honoring you as my father.#lilia:#lilia: maybe i'm TOO good at raising kids#you know i was going to say none of his kids would be involved in this but i actually think malleus definitely would#he would not see it as a moral quandry though. he would just be excited to be invited along.#(the only reason he isn't there is because he was busy admiring a termite-infested beam somewhere and yuu didn't get a chance to ask him)#i mean MAYBE if lilia as his single authority figure told him no then he would have some reservations#but lilia's the one who's screaming HELL YEAH LET'S SNEAK OUT AND DEFY AUTHORITY while dabbing so moot point there#sebek would never and he would rat on everyone else. unless malleus is going in which case he's already there.#and i guess if everyone else is going silver probably would too#but he'd. y'know. feel conflicted about it.
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In a world where Fives survived
[More incorrect quotes and fanart here]
#echo needs a hug™#but it's okay because fives is here to provide :]#i had no idea what to do with echo's armor so i just decided that he both joined the bad batch and stayed with the 501st#because nobody can stop him#and because i said so#also i should currently be doing about 34 other more important things but instead i spent all evening drawing send help#star wars#star wars the clone wars#star wars clone wars#the clone wars#clone wars#tcw#the clone wars fanart#clone wars fanart#tcw fanart#fives#echo#the domino twins#domino twins#echo and fives#fives and echo#clone trooper echo#clone trooper fives#fives lives#star wars fanart#fan art#art#incorrect quotes
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Oldhead take from a young soul but cars really shouldn't have touchscreen functions for the driver's use
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Fucking love the final flashback montage in saw VI because the way they edited it makes it look like hoffman is pissing directly on an unconscious erickson's bald head
Ive been cry laugghing for five fucking minutes
#it fucks me up every time WHY DID THEY DO IT LIKE THAT#THE FUEL CAN BLENDS WITH THE RED BACKGROUND YOU CANT SEE IT IN TIME#theres NO WAY absolutely NOBODY in the editing team looked at this and went “um. maybe we should change the order of the clips around a bit#tbh maybe mark shoulve actually pissed on his head when he had the chance. guy really pissed me off#i just realized something about the last tag and came back running to tell you all that the pun was not intended#saw vi#saw#mark hoffman#dan erickson#tw blood
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ITS DONE. MY VISION
#cult of the lamb#cotl narinder#cotl spoilers#Youtube#null havoc damage#my one regret about this a week later is that NOBODY has pointed out that hes krumping yet.#i think i should have made that joke clearer
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I need codependent Danny/Jason as a little treat (for me) and I love the idea of them having some sort of instant connection the moment they meet (bc ghost stuff idk)
Danny who's been dropped in Gotham with no way home (alt universe??) and he's been here for 36 hours and having a Very bad time senses a liminal being and immediately latches onto them heedless of the fact that his new best friend is shooting at some seedy guys in an alley and goes off about how stressed he is and how he can't make it back to the ghost zone and what a bad day he's been having (and it's important to note Danny is a littol ghost boy literally hanging off of Jason's neck as he floats aimlessly) and Jason is like "who are you??" And Danny is like "oh sorry I'm Danny lol" and then just continues lamenting his woes
And honestly ? This might as well happen. Nothing about this Danny guy(is he human?) gives Jason a bad vibe and tbh he's never felt more calm and level headed before so he just keeps up his usual Red Hood patrol and doesn't even think about it when he heads back to a safehouse and feeds Danny dinner (breakfast) before crashing for half the day
The only thing I actually need is Jason meeting up with the bats for some sort of Intel meeting and they're like "uhhh who's that" and Jason is like "that's Danny." And does not elaborate (very ".... What do you have there?" "A smoothie" vibes)
And it takes them a while to realize that these two have known each other for less than 12 hours and are literally attached at the hip
#very remora fish with a shark#jason todd#danny fenton#danny phantom#dpxdc#dp x dc#this isnt super important but i imagine Danny's ghost form as young and unaged from his death so jason is used to this small whispy kid#who just hangs off him and talks literally all the time#so when something comes up and someone is like 'idk if we can bring danny looking like... that' (glowing and a literal ghost)#danny is like 'oh ok u need a human? ok :)' and transforms#its been WEEKS#jason didn't know he could do that#nobody did#and now theres this 20ish dude standing there#human form danny doesn't talk a lot (anxiety) ghost form danny can't stop talking (anxiety)#could be a ship fic and at this point jason goes from 'where is my little buddy :(' to 👀😳#i imagine theres a sort of feedback loop with them both feeding off of each other's ecto energies and vibes idk#so when danny is human its not as strong#batman is convince this strange entity is like hypnoyizing his son and like hes not WRONG#but it goes both ways#idk#i just need more codependency fics :(#i should go on a bender#ignore my 500 open tabs and go to town
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I think what I want to get into with the "Anyone can do harm." thing that I keep beating yall over the head with is that literally anyone, anyone at all can do harm it's not "in your DNA" to be an abuser or written in the stars that you'll be a predator.
Whatever image you have of an abuser in your head, drop it and replace it with your favorite person in the world and you'll probably be closer to the truth than you realize.
It's easy to address harm when it's coming from someone you already hate.
I see it happen all the time. Someone you couldn't stand for no real reason does something heinous then all of a sudden here comes the avalanche of "I always knew they were a fucked up individual."
No, you didn't.
There is no possible way you could have known, you just already didn't fuck with them before they started doing something you could use to justify your hatred of them. I'm guilty of it too! I'm petty, mean, vindictive, and yes! I'm way quicker to believe something bad about someone I hate versus someone I love because I'm human. Still, y all gotta learn to move past that initial "Well, they were always nice to me!" gut feeling and understand that nobody truly knows anyone and anyone can be capable of anything. Even victims. Even you.
#thotty speaks#thotty rants#I was thinking about that Christine chan post and its like yeah yall really don't know how bad it got for her before she did what she did#It reminded me of that thing on tiktok where people take 'cringy' cosplayers videos (most of whom are literal children) and put racist or#bigoted text over it then reupload it to call them out then the og creator gets a flood of harassment mostly from people who hated them for#the crime of being weird on the internet but now they can use 'oh but they're a bigot!' as an excuse to tear them down until they come out#and say 'hey i didn't say this someone stole my shit' and nobody takes their vids down nor apologizes because they didn't fuck with them#anyway so wash rinse repeat#idk I just wish that people had the same smoke for people they actually like#mostly cause I'm tired of being accused of 'switching up' every time I cut people off or stop fuckin with an artist#like this is what we should be doing!!!! ACG ANYBODY CAN GET IT!#It should be smoke for ANYONE who does harm every your fave people!#otherwise you create this world where taking people to task for the harm they've done is less about the harm#and more about justifying our own actions#anyway keep that same energy across the board that's all I'm saying#cause if it comes out tomorrow that somebody close to me did some fucked up shit I'm out of there period#aint no talkin bout shit and that's on me growing up as a child told that certain grown folks can't be alone with me#but they allowed in my house...#Idk about yall but i'm ending that generational curse with me
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