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queerism1969 · 2 years
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Red white and royal blue (2023)
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tinyclove · 10 months
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made a little star coaster to match my little dragon!
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"Omega" incident
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tar-dar · 5 months
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The Bologna Incident
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apoemaday · 2 years
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Incident
by Norman MacCaig
I look across the table and think (fiery with love) Ask me, go on, ask me to do something impossible, something freakishly useless, something unimaginable and inimitable Like making a finger break into blossom or walking for half an hour in twenty minutes or remembering tomorrow. I will you to ask it. But all you say is Will you give me a cigarette? And I smile and, returning to the marvelous world of possibility I give you one with a hand that trembles with a human trembling.
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skatingqueen · 3 months
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BREAKING NEWS! Candlelight cookie found beheaded. It was a tragic scene. The nation is devastated as we mourn our collective loss. Please spread awareness and donate to their family.
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fr3d1-os-v2 · 5 months
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Incident CAT2RC2065-24102023-26102023
J.02 is being homophobic again
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balkanradfem · 2 years
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Scary story about a river incident
This is going to be a scary and upsetting story, and talk about a male predator, so be warned if you’re not feeling up to these topics!
So the year is 2016, and I’ve just recently moved into the city, and discovered that if you walk very far into the fields outside, you will eventually reach a meeting place of two rivers, and witness gorgeous waterfalls. It took 40 minutes to walk there, so not a lot of people knew about this place or went there. Most of the times I would go, it was a private little field trip, and the water just before the waterfalls was incredibly deep and perfect for swimming.
I was there in the water one day in the late summer. It was getting late, but the sun was still reaching the last rays of light into the water, and I have found a neat little place on the other side of the river with sand, rocks and shells. I was having the time of my life diving under, finding pretty shells and rocks and stashing them for my treasured collection.
At some point, another person arrived to the river, from the same side as I did, but different access point. I wasn’t bothered by it, my things were hidden well, sometimes young people would come and play in the river, they usually never bothered me, so I disregarded this and kept playing with my shells.
I hadn’t realized it was a male person, and I haven’t realized that he took into the water and started swimming directly towards me, until he was already only a few feet away. He was old, but he was strong. He looked 60-ish, but his body was double my size. He was swimming fast. I was at that point, 26, but I looked younger. I had struggled to eat enough and I was underweight. I had nothing on this guy.
Before I could gather myself, he was reaching his arms around me; I was in a neat little corner with rocks behind me, and he was reaching one arm on the rock, and other around me, his goal was to trap me between the rocks and his body. I didn’t have more than a second to realize what’s going on, and guided by instinct, I dove underwater before he was able to trap me, and swam to the direction of my access point, at the other side of the river.
At that point I was practicing swimming, and I was fast, but he could probably outswim me. He hadn’t tried though. I think he was in a bit of a shock that I ran away so immediately, and he couldn’t see where I went because I kept underwater for as long as I could. When i was already halfway to the shore,my head visible, he yelled after me: “I WAS JUST TRYING TO ASK HOW THIS WATERFALL LOOKED BEFORE THE WAR!!!”
I was absolutely outraged he would, after sending me running with intense predatory behaviour, still try to play it off as ‘you’re rude for assuming, I was attempting to engage in polite conversation here’, so I screamed back: “I. WASN’T. ALIVE BACK THEN!”
That should make it clear I’m not falling for his blatant gaslighting and point out how insanely inappropriate he is, I thought. But the truth was, I was traumatized to the point where I didn’t feel safe ignoring someone yelling at me. I swam to my stuff, and at that point, he was still at the same place he attacked me, so I thought, okay, he knows now I don’t want him anywhere close and that he’s being inappropriate, he’s on the other side of the river, he can’t approach me fast, I should be safe. So I sat down. I was wrong. He saw me sit, and started swimming towards me.
I was, once again, appalled. But also scared. I grabbed my stuff and without pausing to dress, started running away. He again yelled after me in another attempt ‘MAYBE YOUR PARENTS KNOW’ and I shouted back running ‘THEN ASK THEM!!!’ as if it was not absolutely insane that I was being talked down to while running away from a predator.
 It was then I realized how unsafe it was to be 40 minutes away from civilization, while alone with a predator, next to a river. I needed to get back to the city fast, where this guy wouldn’t be able to openly chase me without anyone seeing it. I ran thru a grassy field, feeling uncomfortable, but sure that this would completely save me, because he was still swimming, and I was sure I could run very fast, and there’s no way he would still try to go after me after I escaped him twice.
Then, the unthinkable happened. He got into his car and chased me with a vehicle.
I didn’t even notice he had a car on his access point. I had only realized it when the car lights appeared on the trail behind me. It was twilight, and the night was falling fast. I was uncomfortably visible on the grass field, and I ran as fast as I could, because, I knew after this field, there was a turn, and I’d be invisible for a bit, and the turn led around a corn field, and corn field was a place I could hide in.
I ran into the corn field absolutely terrified, made sure I was out of sight and hidden, crouched down so I would be completely invisible, and then stayed still. Waiting. His car lit the road, and I could see him going, he passed me, and he reached the middle of the field, and then, he stopped. He must have realized that he should have already ran into me, and since he didn’t, he knew I was behind him. I didn’t see if he got out of the car. I didn’t move. I knew if I made a sound, if he saw some corn move, I’d be located instantly. I crouched and waited.
I couldn’t tell you for how long that car was standing there. Probably 5-10 minutes. You can imagine it felt longer to a woman hiding in a corn field. But, I wasn’t found. And eventually, the car started moving again. It went away. I didn’t move. I stayed where I was, for I don’t remember how long. I needed to be sure. Once I peeked out to the road, I looked for any sign of light. It wasn’t there. I tentatively walked to the edge of the field, where I could see more of the road. Nothing. It was all empty. There was nobody there anymore. I was safe.
You’d imagine I went home that night feeling shaken, scared, anxious and upset, but you’d be wrong. I was beside myself with joy. This was my first time, ever, that I was chased by a violent man attempting to harm me, and got away! I was at that point, victimized by 20+ years of violence behind closed doors, and I would never, never manage to get away from it, regardless of running, because the predator was a family member, and convinced me that he had a claim on abusing me, but this? It was a predator in nature, and the nature was my turf, I knew how to get around there, and my instincts had served me so well, and I listened to them properly, and just because I was so quick to get away, the predator was stumped enough to not be able to catch me! I was then, sure that alone in the wild, I was untouchable, invincible, safe from any harm. Ah, to be young and fearless.
In retrospect, I’m now getting cold chills realizing how close I was form being a corpse in the river. The corn field was the only thing that saved me. if it had been any other time of the year, and the corn wasn’t as tall and as perfect of a hiding place, I’d have been painfully visible on those fields. I would have had to attempt to hide in the grass.
Of course, 26yo me came back to the waterfalls a week later, convinced it was a ‘one-time-predator-thing’ and luckily I never again ran into that guy, I did have another close call with another dude, but it was less scary, with less running involved. I still do visit the waterfalls but less often, as I found swimming places that are closer by. This was, by far, my most dangerous encounter with a predator, tho I had about 5 more happen thru my life, and successfully got away from them all. The danger of violence towards women in public is generally much more rare because m*n usually go for women they feel they have the claim to, and who can’t get away, like daughters, wives, cousins, sisters, mothers. That kind of abuse is almost certain to get them no consequences. If they go after a woman they don’t know, it is possible a male family member would come after them, for attacking what they believe is theirs, so it’s a bit more of a risky bet. Except, of course, if you’re 40 minutes away from a living soul and next to a river, then the rules change a bit.
My perspective was that because this was a stranger, I was free to run, where as in my family, running was sure to be punished with worse violence, and I was conditioned not to even attempt it. So even just running away, scary as it was, felt freeing for me. I didn’t have any pride left so jumping into ‘prey animal’ mode to protect myself from abuse was just, a situation that would come up sometimes. I didn’t yet think of it as a proof that I’m not living in a humane society, and that obviously I wasn’t equal to half of it, for they would always be a predatory threat to me.
It strikes me still how much this predator aimed at my socialization to stop me from running, trying to talk me out of my instincts, implying I was rude for assuming anything, trying to shame me for running, while he also blatantly chased me with his car. I hope this can serve as a sign to never try to be polite or allow innocent assumptions for a male whose actions make you uncomfortable or threatened. I’d have been better not to reply, as it only gave him incentive to try to talk more, but alas, one cannot be perfect.
If you’re all worried about me, just remember I will be okay with my nature adventures and everything else risky I do, once I live in separatist space, away and protected, wielding the nature barriers between me and the males, safe from all predatory harm.
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unbfacts · 2 years
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So after Destiel-Putin-Election-Day and Reigen-Sans-Queen-Incident i predict the Barbie-Biden-Anish-Kapoor-Catastrophe for next August. No, I don't know what will happen but it'll certainly be insane.
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1920sladydectective · 9 months
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Scarborough - Late 1880s.
Hello Gang,
Here is a sad accident Aesop drabble - TW for violence and death and poor self view.
Let me know what you think, I haven't properly proof read this.
“It’s a fucking boat stuffed with shrunken heads, Richmond,” Sharp laughed quietly, boots squelching in the mud as the pair advanced forward quietly, “I’m not exactly expecting a note worthy battle,” 
“Why in Merlin’s name would somebody smuggle these, anyway,” His partner, Arthur Richmond, murmured as his pale eyes scanned the murky sky, “Fat waste of time if you ask me,” 
“It’s not ours to ask why, Arthur, just to apprehend,” Sharp mumbled sarcastically, eyes darting about as they approached the port where the ship rested.
“Apologies, Your Majesty,” Richmond mocked, as he dodged the whack to his shoulder, snorting at the older man. 
Damp, rotting wooden planks lined the Port, the thick stench of fish, salt and blood consuming them as they covered themselves in a Disillusionment charm, not entirely necessary but a precaution all the same. The slight October chill rattled through their coats as they grit their teeth, listening intently for movement. 
When nothing was detected, they slowly made their way onto the Boat, meeting no resistance whatsoever. 
“Fuck me this lot are lazy,” Arthur said, “Perhaps we will be back in time for that drink after all,” 
Sharp laughed at that, boot buckles jingling slightly as they navigated the dim, winding passages of the boat. They had already come across several boxes and documented them, muttering to each other about the ridiculousness of being sent on such a task with their level of experience. 
Nearly twenty minutes of searching revealed nothing other  than poorly packed cargo, the thrum of air outside growing more persistently the darker the night fell, as Aesop let out a grand rattling sigh and shoved his notes in his pocket. 
“That’s that sorted the-” A green flicker rushed past his ear, as they both instinctively dropped to the ground, letting out a stream of curses. 
“Bastards must have just got back,” Arthur grumbled, “Or they were here and under a potion or what have you,” 
“Whatever it is, let’s arrest them and be done with it,” Aesop sounded more tired than worried, eyes clocking six men as he shot off a spell of his own. 
The Diffindo sliced cleanly through the man’s arm, as the fight broke out, men dancing and jumping around each other. The first two men fell almost immediately, comically, as Arthur muttered a wise crack Sharp couldn’t quite catch, the sloshing water drowning his words as he dodged a Bombarda to the chest. 
Four men remained, slightly more able, though Sharp managed to creatively bind one as he watched the man misjudge the sway of the boat, the water aiding his mission. 
“Gentlemen, is this really necessary?” The adrenaline of the fight thrummed through his veins, as Sharp managed the tiniest smirk, body leaning this way and that to avoid vicious thrusts of magic. 
Arthur let out a laugh, trapping another, as the playing field was evened to one man each. 
“Watch your tongue,” The man to Aesop’s left spat, his dark eyes bearing into his soul. Sharp was not easily shaken, it was not in his nature to be intimidated by those he hunted, but something in the man’s eye spoke to a depravity and desperation Aesop had not accounted for. 
Shaking himself out of the slight shock, he felt the light stab of a Glacius on his arm as he grunted in frustration, taking another to the leg as he was rendered temporarily immobile. Arthur was fighting admirably, but his opponent was matched skillswise and it was showing in his ever so slight fatigue, eyes darting worriedly over to Sharp. 
When he was preoccupied, Sharp bound Arthur’s opponent in order to receive help from his partner with the only man who had spoken, inarguably the Leader. Instead, as the Incarcerus slipped from his tongue, another green flash danced past his eyes. Aesop braced for a pain that never came, as a sickly sweet calmness engulfed him almost making him fall over, as rather than the vicious sting of Crucio, the Imperius Curse enveloped his mind. 
Though he had received training on how to cast the Unforgivables for extreme circumstances, and to withstand the effects of the two less permanent curses, his shock and sudden icy pain had allowed the snare to dig into his brain as a warm, dragging sensation made his mind go blank. 
Arthur was shouting, that much he knew, loud and rough screams as he attempted to fight off attacks. Attacks which oddly enough, seemed to be coming from Aesop himself. Nothing was making sense, other than the quiet lullaby playing at the very back of his mind, his body moving in fluid, sharp motions as he did hardly any thinking at all. Though it may not have seemed like it, Sharp was attempting to fight the curse, mind fracturing in two with the force of it. He could feel what this vicious Bastard was trying to get him to do, and he would not allow it. Though a few of his spells had landed precise hits, his skill surpassing Arthur’s, Sharp had only injured the man. 
The whispers to finish it, the murmurings of that spell were nearly deafening, and the fury at their presence in his mind almost gave Sharp the strength to break the spell’s concentration on his mind. As he felt his sense returning, inch by inch, an almighty scream ripped from his throat as a mind numbing flair of pain engulfed his leg, the shock sinking his mind back into the Imperius Curse as he felt its tension tugging on his head. 
Still, Aesop couldn’t understand the words coming out of Arthur’s bloodied mouth, those words now the only ones rebounding in his mind, the only thought as his free will was burned through like gasoline soaked kindling. He saw the green flash, this time from him, and felt a crushing sorrow that took him a few seconds to connect to. 
The man had dropped the Imperius Curse, on purpose, to let him see the consequences of his weakness. 
Arthur Richmond had been murdered. An entire person, brimming with possibilities and life and humour had been snuffed out. His best friend and partner had died at his hands, due to his arrogance. 
He hadn’t even been able to hear his last words. 
Aesop’s shock was crippling him, the pain in his leg the only thing keeping him alert and conscious as he realised the limb was barely functional, his searing, tear soaked face turned to the snarling, triumphant man. With the only energy he had left, Sharp stunned him momentarily, as he forced himself to grab hold of Arthur’s body and apparate to St Mungo’s. 
There, covered in ice fragments, the mangled combination of their blood and his own vomit, Aesop Sharp collapsed. His last thought was not a kind one. 
Everything had gone so terribly, terribly wrong. Did he even want to survive this? 
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federer7 · 2 years
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Street Incident, New York, 1947
Photo: Godfrey Frankel
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e-kamski-cyberlifeceo · 5 months
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Accidentally made plasma in the "absolutely no science, food only" microwave
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crunchycrowe · 3 months
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About Various Unsubstantiated Accusations , CrunchyCrowe / CrunchyCaws PROOF / CONTEXT
Firstly, Posting this just so I have somewhere to link people who bring it up, and tumblr is a place that wont limit my response, and have people only reply to single out of context tweets. - which is what started this whole thing in the first place. This is about accusations that are at time of writing, years old, but still crop up in my day-to day, because the rumors keep ruminating and self-sustain in their own echo chambers as fact, without a DIRECT and VERY VISABLE response. Also, people who I have blocked on twitter, can see this if they choose to.
Originally, I considered one out of context tweet not worth making any kind of deal out of, and id just block people who took a very incorrect and disingenuous read of my words. But it spiraled into serious accusations of my character with little more than "Crunchy supports this thing and is a bad person" When there is not a single screenshot of me saying anything of the sort, because I did not, and I assumed that with people taking time to read, it would straighten itself out. I was wrong.
If someone won't take the time to read my side of the issue, then I would argue that they are not someone to trust with serious accusations, as they are someone who won't look at the source, and therefore, won't know enough about me or the situation, to hurl serious accusations.
I apricate that fandoms these days want everyone to be the best versions of themselves, and thrive for accountability.
It's annoying that the flip side of that coin is when people are wrong. A harmful / untrue rumor will stick to someone forever, and actively muddle the water for everyone: the people that did the accusing, the person accused, and any actual victims that need the support and to be believed.
Believe victims, reserve judgement for people saying things without clear proof because it's cool to be the call-outer.
I always have, and will apologize and admit when I'm wrong and correct myself, in every event that happens. I did so recently on a sketchbook I took too long to deliver, immediately corrected my actions, and hired a manager to make sure everything STAYED right going forward, and the same issue would not repeat itself. Proof / context - My victim stating that the issue is resolved - https://twitter.com/remygryph/status/1718328170531758099 Positive change moving forward, Proof- https://twitter.com/CrunchyCaws/status/1718380185869750685
Earlier AND later in this post, I even admit I'm wrong, multiple times, over multiple things, openly. I will own up to my incorrect actions in every case it happens. Because It happens, people are wrong sometimes, and doubling down on being wrong is not a mature course of action. I find it frustrating that that's what I'm running into with my accusers, simply because they don't want to be wrong.
I have an ACTIVE track record of APOLOGIZING AND MAKING THINGS RIGHT.
If someone is out there claiming I'm actively causing any harm, or am a bad person in some way, ask for the evidence. ask to see victims stories, and support the people who need that support to be made whole.
I WILL POST, SUPPORT, APOLOGIZE, AND MAKE RIGHT - /ANYTHING/ - IVE ACTUALLY DONE.
I DON'T SUPPORT HEARSAY. That's the thing I said that made everyone upset. I get that on the internet, especially in younger circles it's not a popular opinion. Cool, I'll take that criticism, and continue not spreading things I might be unsure of. Scandalous.
WHO WAS THE ORIGINAL POST ABOUT!!?? WHAT DID YOU DO!!?? JUST BE CLEAR !!
I made a vague post about the FURRY FANDOM.
EVERY "PROOF" of me supporting X, Y, or Z, is all circumstantial and bookended with the logical fallacy of applying emotional manipulation, and putting the burden of proof on me, which if you don't know what those are - APPEAL TO EMOTION and BURDEN OF PROOF <- Click them and learn! I am trying to refute everything I can, with as much evidence and context as possible, without appealing to anyone's emotions to the best of my ability.
People thought i was talking about a warriorcat event, when I haven't been active in the fandom for over 10 years. I got dragged in because someone else who followed me, who was STILL IN warriors, applied my words to something i had little to no context for and was not apart of. This original post where I was QRT'd (not by the later mentioned call-outer, who is the continuing problem, by someone I'm on fine terms with) in relation to the situation in the FIRST place- was deleted, because the original poster realized they had made a mistake in dragging me into something I had nothing to do with, apologized, and we are chill with each other.
This shouldn't be an issue.
This was an "if the shoe fits" post. I was not speaking on the situation, but someone put the shoe on, and was upset that the shoe did not fit. ??? ?? ?
I never have and never will make posts about situations i do not have full context and information for. This goes directly against what I believe to be right, you wont catch me doing it. So I would have NEVER commented specifically on a situation in a fandom I haven't participated in in years.
I will be attaching ALL the original context with direct links not JUST screen shots out of context.
The original call out posted ONLY out of context screenshots in an example of cherry picking, another way people will try to convince others of things that are untrue.
Original post that I made - https://twitter.com/CrunchyCaws/status/1626692009640579097
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Additional replies and context, completely removed from the callout-ers post and not considered when attacking my character-
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The callout post itself (posted a bit farther down) is making accusations of me blocking for reasons that are entirely ASSUMED, and assumed very incorrectly. I have people blocked ENTIRLEY for how they choose to interact with things online, pet peeves in how they interact with social media, certain fandoms, or characters as WHOLE that I find personally /literally/ triggering, and people that reply without reading the full thread. I have PROVABLY - THOUSANDS of people blocked, for impersonal, non-moral reasons. https://twitter.com/CrunchyCaws/status/1742626966820225535
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It was unfortunate that people who happened to be on the pulse of this were in a community/circle that I have blocked for the reasons of not liking to view SPECIFIC WARRIORS CATS, PET PEEVE OR PERSONAL TASTE OF DISLIKING CERTAIN FANDOM THINGS- and NOT for any deep or significant moral reasons, literally JUST timeline curation. If you agree with the below, call-out narrative, then I know i can't and won't try change your mind. I know that kind of person probably haven't even read this far, and if you have read this far, you are not the kind of person I am referring to. If i was intense at them, or anyone at the time, I DO RIGHT HERE APOLOGISE FOR MY TONE. I did at the time, react emotionally because they came out with attacks and accusations, instead of asking me what I meant. When I tried to clarify my words, they just, wouldn't believe me. Ironic at best, hypocritical at worst, coming from someone asking to be believed at their word, not believing my word. I took actions and made blocks that were fueled by frustration, that was wrong of me, and for that, I am truly sorry, I'm not just saying that. I have no problem saying my past actions could have been more in tune with the very emotional and intense subject matter at hand, regardless of how blind sighted I was by it. I have since every day tried my best to not let this kind of thing happen again, culminating in this post, where I both apologize for my behavior, but am going to discredit allegations against me that do not have proof. You can see here in this below screenshot that I actually DO NOT have them blocked currently, because I believe in growth and change and clearing miscommunications and having everyone in a situation grow and learn. Once I realized this was a misreading me issue that was going to spiral, I am/was more than happy to make things right in any way I can and move forward in a way to make everyone feel heard and happy. Note that this person said I was defending someone I NEVER MENTIONED OR ALLUDED TO, and did not provide adequate proof of that, because what is posted here, is all I ever said. I have here provided FULL CONTEXT, which this person did not do. This is the smoking gun that is the root of the accusations being hurled at me on occasion. https://twitter.com/GalaxxAi/status/1627726642536763392
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You can see I even unblocked them at the time, ( And currently have them unblocked) so that I could reply to try to be VERY CLEAR that this is not what my original post is about, and to dispel any worry, but I only got double downed on when i tried to explain that it was indeed, just a misreading of my words. They also accused me of Liking things I DO NOT SUPPORT OR PARTICIPATE IN, then NOT PROVIDING PROOF that I liked those things, BECAUSE I DID NOT, THERE IS NO PROOF OF THIS. Again only listed proof is me saying that I don't like it when people drag art I do not like to see onto my timeline, when they also dislike interacting with that kind of art. That if there are no victims, and all parties are in full consent and capable of giving that full consent, and if no harm is done, then things should be allowed to be in their own spaces, un-harassed. Art can sometimes make someone uncomfortable and be challenging. I can agree with that, and also dislike art that makes me personally uncomfortable. I stand by HARMLESS kinks being left alone. I did not state specifics on what those "kinks" were, if something is harming someone, that is not a kink, that's a CRIME, and not what I would ever defend. Here is a statement I made that call-outer did not see or address in any good faith. https://twitter.com/CrunchyCaws/status/1627762856006483970
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making incorrect assumptions and framing me as participating in that content when I actually have STRONG feelings to the contrary is frustrating to say the least, and am trying to address it as neutrally as possible, but -( I DON'T LIKE MORALLY DUBIOUS ART THAT IS ACTVLEY CAUSING HARM TO PEOPLE MENTALLY OR PHYSICALLY- I hate it so much i don't want to see it AT ALL- AND HAVE STATED THIS BEFORE BUT THIS PERSON DID NOT ENGAGE WITH FULL CONTEXT OF MY MORALS.) there is no such evidence, substantiating this claim, this is just straight up slander. https://twitter.com/GalaxxAi/status/1627758261129601025
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Literally accusing me of illegal and morally dubious behavior over "vibes." But its NOT ok for me to block someone over "vibes" in their words. or I'm doing a criminal behavior. A double standard. You can also see this person cutting off my context, again, so I could see why they would feel negatively about me saying I don't like it when people post things emotionally, and out of context, without thinking critically. Here is a link to my full post, which they did not reply to directly, or site correctly; https://twitter.com/CrunchyCaws/status/1574998020818493440 It is not my intention to put this person on blast, they have been through enough, and I know they just want no bad actors in their fandom, and I agree with the mission, nobody likes bad actors. This is why I dislike this in-fighting so much, we should be on the same side, but the effects of them being the inciting incident and slandering my character can no longer be ignored and I'm putting this all here in context for anyone looking for the full story, and if it goes any deeper. This is IT, thank you for your time if you went through this incredibly beefy read that I found largely unnecessary until I received significant harassment, and people literally trying to get me fired, or wishing actual death upon me as a result of me curating my space. I am putting out in an attempt to quell any lingering worries that I support any unscrupulous behavior. I DO NOT, I JUST CURATE CERTIAN WARRIOR CATS CHARACTERS, PEEVES, AND BEHAVIORS I DISLIKE SEEING, OUT OF MY TIMELINE.
👇 TLDR 👇
I made a post about the furry fandom as a whole, and behaviors i didn't agree with. The warrior cats community was having an active situation unfold, and they decided that my post must have been directly about their situation. It was not. When people started claiming my post was in fact about the warrior cats situation without proper evidence, I blocked them. This is the exact behavior i do not like. jumping onto people and situations without proper context and evidence to back up said claims. People took me blocking them for this behavior as admission of guilt. There was never a post anywhere in support of anyone, I was never involved and I did not interact with the situation outside of being dragged in against my will.
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electronicsquid · 1 year
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“Just keep rolling like you don’t know how those two ended up on the ground”
(William J. Sumits. 1949)
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