Hey guys, Scythe here. I’m the mun of Karkat, obviously, and I have a couple of things I’d like to say. I’m sure those who need to will understand that they’re being addressed.
First thing is first, if you can’t make it through this with an open mind, then you shouldn’t have started talking in the first place, let alone using me as a fucking weapon against one of my best friends. I’ve known Little for a couple of years now, and I’m sure I know a hell of a lot more about her than a few hypocrites who sling the word “pedophile” around like they won’t completely ruin the life of someone who doesn’t deserve it if they say it in the wrong place.
To start off with, let me just say that I really fucking hate that you dragged me into this. I did not consent to be used as weaponry in another tumblr witch hunt, and at the time this all started, I was going through Navy boot camp, with my only connection to my friends and family being letters that took weeks to send. It was one of the most stressful things I’ve ever gone through, but I made it through with my head high. I still had and have a long way to go, but I was proud of what I had accomplished and was excited to get back into roleplaying. RP had always been my escape from stress and I looked forward to being able to go back into doing what I loved.
Instead of that, though, I came back to find out that people had started going after my friend. I barely even had a chance to enjoy my newly regained freedom before I was being plunged into a whole world of drama. I had a lot on my plate already, I was starting up school and had other shit to deal with. I wanted to do something, but I was already struggling to keep up with what I had already without adding online drama to the mix.
I did what I could with the spoons I had, which unfortunately wasn’t much, but thankfully things had *seemed,* from where I stood at least, to die down some. That was a relief to me, I could focus on my classes and worry about just getting through my schooling.
But then the whole fucking thing exploded.
I’m exactly three weeks from graduating. I have a test worth twenty-five percent of my grade coming up. My GPA is the lowest in my class, and if I fail this it means I don’t get to go home for Christmas. It means that I’ll get set back and potentially lose the job I have lined up.
And here I am, writing this and sharing personal information that I really would rather keep to myself. Why? Because what I want doesn’t matter. Because personal things about me were released without my permission or consent, for a problem that had been resolved long before anyone decided to stick their noses where they didn’t belong, and because they decided to take matters into their own hands without the full story. Because tumblr wants to play witch hunt. Because tumblr wants to find something that someone did wrong and demonize them for it, but no one wants to get the whole story from the two parties that actually matter before going off on a tangent about how awful and disgusting someone is. Instead of asking Little for her side or asking me, the “minor” that you all suddenly want to “protect,” you jump to the worst conclusion and then poison the minds of others - not that that’s hard, the people you’re poisoning are just like you, ready to turn on someone at the drop of a hat without ever thinking to ask the two people in the situation who actually matter what their side is.
Then you demand to know their side, only to twist and tear their words into sharp pieces that you can use to nail them on their cross with, because you don’t actually give a fuck about “protecting the minors” or “revealing the truth about awful people.” All you want is to feel high and mighty, to feel like you’re doing good and making a difference.
Well guess what! You certainly made one hell of a difference! You absolutely made an impact. You made an impact by taking something that someone did ages ago back when they didn’t know it wasn’t okay and hanging it around their neck like a dog shaming photo. You made an impact by making it seem like I, someone who is perfectly competent, fully capable and sound of mind, was manipulated and used for things I didn’t want.
You know what I didn’t want? I didn’t want to be weaponized. I didn’t want to be treated like I wasn’t fully capable of making my own decisions. I didn’t want my best friend to be thrown into trouble over something that we didn’t know wasn’t okay until after I fucking turned 18. Which, for the record, it was clarified that we didn’t know better and that after we did learn that little tidbit, we were both significantly more careful about watching for ages.
I am so. Fucking. Sick. Of high school level bullshit. I got out of high school and went into boot camp thinking that maybe FINALLY people would be able to act like adults. Nope, still a bunch of babyfaced idiots too big for their britches treating each other like children and acting like high schoolers. Maybe, I thought, my classes will be different. Nope, everyone is still acting like they’re in high school, even the 35 year olds.
And you all are the exact same way. You want to pitch a fit about an issue that was long resolved, you want to spread rumors, you want to tear someone down, you want to be bitter and kick someone while they’re down over something completely unrelated to make yourself feel good, because that’s all you care about. You all got upset because Little was roleplaying with a minor. Okay, that’s all fine and dandy. But then you’re going to go and act like children yourselves. You’re going to bitch and complain about her rping with a minor and then you’re not even going to act like fucking adults. You don’t get the full story. You don’t ask who matters. You listen to and spread nasty rumors. When she makes a statement explaining herself and the fact that the issue was already resolved, you want to keep dragging her through the dirt, because you don’t care about the truth. You don’t care that she made an honest mistake and made up for it. You only care about feeling like you did something worthwhile.
Congratulations, you made an impact. You made an impact on me and my life. You’ve stressed me sick and made my grades drop when failing could genuinely fuck up my career and my life. You’ve made me afraid to pick up my phone in case there’s more shit out there using me to hurt my close friend. You even made me hate the idea of getting on my own fucking blogs because you drove my friend off of the whole fucking site.
Congratu-fucking-lations, you made an impact. I hope you’re damn proud of yourselves. Good job protecting the minors from those dangerous people out there via manipulation, petty actions, and straight up bullying via unasked for art critique. You are the mature one, it is you.
Good job nailing the bad guy.
