You know? It’s amazing how desperate one individual is getting to get back at me for something that happened months ago. I dropped this person like a rock because she was steadily becoming abusive and doesn’t take responsibility for her own actions. I’m constantly blocking her side accounts and the accounts of the people that pretend to be friends with her out of pity. But she will not give up. Desperation is very unbecoming and I keep trying to block her out of my life and she tries every which way to hang on.
I don’t care if you occasionally pop up on my blog through mutual friends. Its not an issue for me, but clearly it is for you because you want me to see you. I don’t tell people who they can and cannot spend time with, but I’ll be damned if I allow you to try and manipulate them or me into interacting with you.
I also can’t figure out why you insist on blocking me and unblocking me just so I have to see your page. Just block me permanently and spare me your nonsense.
Hopefully this post will work, but I suspect it will piss you off more than anything and make you hound me some more. That will actually not work in your favor because I guarantee people will wonder about you and inquire about it. I’m not one to hide anything either if people truly want to know who my stalker is.
No, what is amazing is that you continue to drag this shit up every chance you get because somehow it must irk you that people are still interacting with someone that you spread lies about. You aren’t happy unless people are toeing your specific line and if people want to be friends with someone you don’t like and have decided is bad it just gets on your tits.
You @fear-the-antiverse Blossom @southernblossoms and Holly @hollybunch95 along with everyone else involved in this shit storm owe Vicky a public apology for the shit you started. Lies and god damned slander all of it.
The only reason you continue to get away with being an abusive bully is because you run a canon character blog and people are too afraid to lose out on turtle dick to stand up and tell you what a shit you really are.
You have no proof to back up any of your claims. OH you tell people that you know how to detect anons, and you can shut them down and blah.. blah.. blah. But you never do. NOT ONCE, in all the year that this fandom has been rife with drama and uncontrollable anons harassing multiple blogs have you EVER come forward and actually HELPED anyone. I am guess all that was lies too? Yeah it probably was. Because that is all you can do. LIE and Role play BADLY.
You should all be fucking ashamed of yourselves for how you have been behaving. First you spread lies and then you rally people behind you because you need the support and all the while never providing any proof of anything. You put imaginary characters and fucking RP stories before and actual living person.
What kind of person puts a story and imaginary characters before the well being of someone that was supposed to be their friend? I will tell you what kind of person. A toxic and dangerous one.
@southernblossoms you are specifically touted in this community as being a reasonable and kind person. Yet you involve yourself in drama by standing by and just saying “oh dear” and “if you must you must” as if those platitudes some how absolve you of any level of guilt in this.
You, more than anyone else, should be better than this. But you werent. You went along with all of it, no proof except whatever lies and shit Andrea made up to suit the story she was trying to tell. And somehow it never occurred to you that treating someone the way all of you have been treating Vicky isn’t absolutely abhorrent.
You all were supposed to be her friends, but after the way you have behaved and the way you continue to just stir this shit up, I honestly don’t think any of you were ever her friend. I am not sure any of you are capable of actual friendship if this is how you are ok with treating people.
You all, everyone involved and everyone on the sides, needs to just back the fuck off and let people live their god damned lies. Instead of messaging someone and saying “Sorry, I heart you were toxic from someone else so I am not comfortable interacting with you any more.” Like the weak fucking cowards you are. So fucking afraid to lose access your your precious turtle dick, That isn’t even quality, I might add.
NO ONE should be above compassionate behavior. NO ONE should be allowed to get away with being a toxic bully. YET, people just let these canon character blogs slide every fucking time. First it was @saismatters being a whole and utter nightmare of a person. Now @fear-the-antiverse seems to be getting that same pass as well.
[[ Okay, so currently there is something going on and I won’t go into details but I am sick and tired of being made to indirectly feel like shit and possibly made out the villain in someone else’s story, when all I have done was protect myself.
If someone pulls away to keep themselves from being hurt more because you hurt them (regardless of if you meant to or not might I add), and you go complaining that it is passive aggressive bullshit, but then go off to do the same passive aggressive bullshit yourself, then really you are causing more harm and only making things worse for all parties involved. So in a sense, you can try as you might to throw the blame, but that shit is really only going to come back and haunt you.
Everyone has a right to protect themselves and if you are going to give half assed excuses, or go the disrespectful route of not even apologise for hurting them even if it wasn’t intentional, then you are basically showing how little you care for those you have harmed.
Own up to your shit people. Stop saying you care but then follow it up with condescending and manipulative behaviour.
If you actually do care, then stop being a dick behind the sidelines thinking no one can see you. We can see you. You aren’t invisible. Nothing goes unnoticed even if you think it does.
If you are going to be decent and respectful and want to talk, then by all means you are welcome to talk to me. Otherwise, you made your bed now lie in it.
So I try to keep this kind of shit off my blog because it is personal and honestly I am not a fan of dragging my bidness out into the open, but because of shenanigans this seems to be my only recourse and frankly I am a bit fed up.
So all the nonsense will be under the cut. Honestly, this probably isn’t for you. In fact if you didn’t get an @ mention notification about this post I can promise it is not for you.
However I know tumblr is a lot like high school and people love drama that isn’t theirs. Seriously though. I honestly thought I was past having to deal with this kind of nonsense decades ago, but here we are.
Anyway if you are looking for turtle stuff just ignore this post and move on. Ain’t nothing to see here. Also, if you are going to vague blog at someone, try not to be obvious and don’t follow and unfollow them to make sure they see it. It kind of defeats the purpose of being vague.
So, for those of you friends with both myself and @raphtheolderredbastard this is probably going to be one of those cringe worthy moments that you want no part of. I would prefer if people stay out of it and if no one took sides on this.
So I unfollowed Ghost on Thursday after I left all of my Skype groups that I could find in my history and unfollowed some other people. I haven’t been doing well lately and I was having a conversation with a friend that had never seen my mood swings before. I was about to drop some knowledge on them that they were not prepared for. Which I did, and the important parts that weren’t private to that conversation I shared in another chat before leaving. Mostly because it was a general statement about myself that I felt was important for all my friends to know.
I was happy giving Ghost some space because I was hitting a level of done where I did not trust myself not to say something that I couldn’t take back. Last night I saw notifications showing Ghost following my side blogs and I thought that was a bit weird because I know they know it is me and when I checked on mobile the @raphtheolderredbastard had a post saying that “there is nothing here” So I was like huh that is weird.
Then I find this little gem and I can only assume the side blog follows then probably immediate unfollows was to get my attention so I wouldn’t miss this post because there is no point in vague blogging about a person if you are going to be THIS obvious about it. Also I must be blocked (probably to prevent my response because I cannot reblog or anything)
So lets start going over some points here. Like I said before, I made a general post that Ghost assumed was about them, the post was not. The line I added at the end was.
There is a line with me, a trigger if you will, and it is the worst one to hit with me. I don’t do people being dismissive towards me. I would rather they be rude, mean, abusive, and awful. Never dismissive.
There was a point in a private conversation, where Ghost was dismissive towards me, and I need to clarify, being dismissive and ignoring someone is not just “not talking” to them that is something different. There are plenty of reasons to not talk to someone that have nothing to do with ignoring them. Ignoring a person is talking around them but not to them. Dismissiveness is single word responses, whatevering someone, basically showing you don’t really care what they have to say or that they exist.
So there was a conversation about something unrelated. I apologized for being rude and making ghost angry cause that wasn’t my intent, and I received a single word dismissive response. Ok, that is fine, you make your choices. I stopped talking and stopped engaging at that point but I had not unfollowed or anything because I was going to let myself cool down. Usually being dismissive towards me is a one and done situation.
Then came the talking around. Addressing comments in public rooms to specific people, not talking to me, talking around me, and I was just. Ok. This is the choice you have made, you will just have to accept the consequences of these actions. So I spend some time thinking about what would be the right course of action. I didn’t want a shit show explosion to occur.
Then some life stuff happened and I found myself just so beyond caring about anything anymore. Then the conversation happened with a friend that had honestly never seen me at my lowest point, the posting of the thing, the unfollowing of tumblrs, the leaving of chats.
At any point in time during any of this Ghost could have come to me and talk to me personally and privately. It didn’t happen, because it NEVER happens. Every time we have had a fallen out I have sucked it up and stepped forward and tried to fix things. I suggested conversations, the airing of greivences, and the like. I am done chasing after people trying to fix friendships they don’t want to have.
I am done being made to feel that being myself is the problem. Yes I lose my temper, yes I sometimes don’t word things in a way that is easy to digest, Yes my personality is a little hard to swallow at times. Here is the thing. No one gets to control me, my actions, my behaviors, or my relationships but me.
Instead of talking to me, we have to deal with this shit. Which if it were anything else would not be the case. Because every time before I have stepped forward and tried to fix things. Once someone is dismissive of me I no longer step forward, I step back.
A mutual friend said to give it a few days and try to talk things out. I am not sure that is warranted anymore. This isn’t the first vague blogging Ghost has done about me and honestly I am too old for this shit.
You want to be friends, you can come to me and talk to me when you are ready to have a conversation like an adult.
When I was nine, possibly ten, an author came to our school to talk about writing. His name was Hugh Scott, and I doubt he’s known outside of Scotland. And even then I haven’t seen him on many shelves in recent years in Scotland either. But he wrote wonderfully creepy children’s stories, where the supernatural was scary, but it was the mundane that was truly terrifying. At least to little ten year old me. It was Scooby Doo meets Paranormal Activity with a bonny braw Scottish-ness to it that I’d never experienced before.
I remember him as a gangling man with a wiry beard that made him look older than he probably was, and he carried a leather bag filled with paper. He had a pen too that was shaped like a carrot, and he used it to scribble down notes between answering our (frankly disinterested) questions. We had no idea who he was you see, no one had made an effort to introduce us to his books. We were simply told one morning, ‘class 1b, there is an author here to talk to you about writing’, and this you see was our introduction to creative writing. We’d surpassed finger painting and macaroni collages. It was time to attempt Words That Were Untrue.
You could tell from the look on Mrs M’s face she thought it was a waste of time. I remember her sitting off to one side marking papers while this tall man sat down on our ridiculously short chairs, and tried to talk to us about what it meant to tell a story. She wasn’t big on telling stories, Mrs M. She was also one of the teachers who used to take my books away from me because they were “too complicated” for me, despite the fact that I was reading them with both interest and ease. When dad found out he hit the roof. It’s the one and only time he ever showed up to the school when it wasn’t parents night or the school play. After that she just left me alone, but she made it clear to my parents that she resented the fact that a ten year old used words like ‘ubiquitous’ in their essays. Presumably because she had to look it up.
Anyway, Mr Scott, was doing his best to talk to us while Mrs M made scoffing noises from her corner every so often, and you could just tell he was deflating faster than a bouncy castle at a knife sharpening party, so when he asked if any of us had any further questions and no one put their hand up I felt awful. I knew this was not only insulting but also humiliating, even if we were only little children. So I did the only thing I could think of, put my hand up and said “Why do you write?”
I’d always read about characters blinking owlishly, but I’d never actually seen it before. But that’s what he did, peering down at me from behind his wire rim spectacles and dragging tired fingers through his curly beard. I don’t think he expected anyone to ask why he wrote stories. What he wrote about, and where he got his ideas from maybe, and certainly why he wrote about ghosts and other creepy things, but probably not why do you write. And I think he thought perhaps he could have got away with “because it’s fun, and learning is fun, right kids?!”, but part of me will always remember the way the world shifted ever so slightly as it does when something important is about to happen, and this tall streak of a man looked down at me, narrowed his eyes in an assessing manner and said, “Because people told me not to, and words are important.”
I nodded, very seriously in the way children do, and knew this to be a truth. In my limited experience at that point, I knew certain people (with a sidelong glance to Mrs M who was in turn looking at me as though she’d just known it’d be me that type of question) didn’t like fiction. At least certain types of fiction. I knew for instance that Mrs M liked to read Pride and Prejudice on her lunch break but only because it was sensible fiction, about people that could conceivably be real. The idea that one could not relate to a character simply because they had pointy ears or a jet pack had never occurred to me, and the fact that it’s now twenty years later and people are still arguing about the validity of genre fiction is beyond me, but right there in that little moment, I knew something important had just transpired, with my teacher glaring at me, and this man who told stories to live beginning to smile. After that the audience turned into a two person conversation, with gradually more and more of my classmates joining in because suddenly it was fun. Mrs M was pissed and this bedraggled looking man who might have been Santa after some serious dieting, was starting to enjoy himself. As it turned out we had all of his books in our tiny corner library, and in the words of my friend Andrew “hey there’s a giant spider fighting a ghost on this cover! neat!” and the presentation devolved into chaos as we all began reading different books at once and asking questions about each one. “Does she live?”— “What about the talking trees” —“is the ghost evil?” —“can I go to the bathroom, Miss?” —“Wow neat, more spiders!”
After that we were supposed to sit down, quietly (glare glare) and write a short story to show what we had learned from listening to Mr Scott. I wont pretend I wrote anything remotely good, I was ten and all I could come up with was a story about a magic carrot that made you see words in the dark, but Mr Scott seemed to like it. In fact he seemed to like all of them, probably because they were done with such vibrant enthusiasm in defiance of the people who didn’t want us to.
The following year, when I’d moved into Mrs H’s class—the kind of woman that didn’t take away books from children who loved to read and let them write nonsense in the back of their journals provided they got all their work done—a letter arrived to the school, carefully wedged between several copies of a book which was unheard of at the time, by a new author known as J.K. Rowling. Mrs H remarked that it was strange that an author would send copies of books that weren’t even his to a school, but I knew why he’d done it. I knew before Mrs H even read the letter.
Because words are important. Words are magical. They’re powerful. And that power ought to be shared. There’s no petty rivalry between story tellers, although there’s plenty who try to insinuate it. There’s plenty who try to say some words are more valuable than others, that somehow their meaning is more important because of when it was written and by whom. Those are the same people who laud Shakespeare from the heavens but refuse to acknowledge that the quote “Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them“ is a dick joke.
And although Mr Scott seems to have faded from public literary consumption, I still think about him. I think about his stories, I think about how he recommended another author and sent copies of her books because he knew our school was a puritan shithole that fought against the Wrong Type of Wordes and would never buy them into the library otherwise. But mostly I think about how he looked at a ten year old like an equal and told her words and important, and people will try to keep you from writing them—so write them anyway.
out of all the posts on this site meant to help people get and keep the urge to write, i think this one speaks the most to me. because of all the voices saying your writing is dumb, one of the most insidious is the one in your own head.
i think i finally have something to fight back with now
“Have you seen most of the plus-size sections out there? It’s horrifying. Whoever’s designing for plus-size doesn’t get it. The entire garment needs to be reconceived. You can’t just take a size 8 and make it larger. In my travels, I’ve been an advocate for larger women. I’ve been talking to designers, but only a half-dozen make an effort. Most say, ‘I don’t want a woman who’s a size 10 or 11 wearing my clothes.’ Well, shame on you! It’s not realistic
“You can’t just take a size 8 and make it larger.”
Praise Jesus and all the saints for him saying this because damn, most “PLUS SIZED” clothing is fugly.
I’m not surprised he said this. Ever since the first season, when they’ve had to do garments for everyday people who aren’t models, there’s always one designer (at the very least) who flips out as though they’ve never in their life considered that people who aren’t a size 0 might wear their clothes. Tim always looks at them like he wants to drown them in a lake.
I love Tim Gunn so much and this is just one of the reasons. The other is that he is asexual and has copped a lot of flack for it in the media but he isn’t ashamed of what he is/is completely happy with who is. Next to Diane Von Furstenberg, he is one of my favourite people in the fashion industry.
Idk if you actually care for the answer, but they have to put their dicks in little sleeves that attach to the leg so if they get a boner it just get held down.
If I have to wear a titty sling because there might be an event where it becomes chilly and my nip noops become visible through my shirt, people who have a peenor should be expected to wear a peenor sling in case there is an event where a gentle breeze occurs and their peenor becomes erect.
I kind of feel like if we’re gonna do that we should go all-out and they should be IMPOSSIBLE to size, VERY expensive, flimsy, and made of uncomfortable, itchy materials.
A common fat-phobic belief is that fat people are fat because they overeat. A recent submission to @facebooksexism perfectly illustrates this stereotype and the harmful classist attitudes it perpetuates:
Like most fat-phobic beliefs, this stereotype is completely wrong.
It is well accepted in public health science that food insecurity – which is the lack of consistent, dependable access to enough food for active, healthy living – predicts higher body weight.
Some reasons for this association include:
Limited resources and lack of access to nutritious, affordable foods. Heavily processed, low-nutrition foods are usually cheaper, but are more calorie dense and less satisfying to eat.
Cycles of food deprivation and overeating. Low income people often run out of money for necessities like food before their next paycheck arrives, resulting in extended periods of hunger and starvation followed by periods of compensatory eating when the paycheck arrives. Such eating patterns cause weight gain over time.
High levels of stress, anxiety, & depression, all of which cause physiological changes resulting in weight gain over time.
Limited access to health care. Many chronic health conditions, like polycystic ovarian syndrome, thyroid dysfunction, and type II diabetes, cause weight gain when left untreated.
All of this means that systematic oppression causes people to be fat for reasons that are outside of their personal control, and that poor fat people are not lying when they report that they cannot afford to put food on the table. Stop spreading the harmful, oppressive, and fat-phobic belief that you can judge a person’s nutrition or eating habits by the size of their body.
#Submission “It took me 11 years to embrace my baldness. I didn’t have a choice like some of the extremely confident women featured on your page. I hated myself and if I hated myself I couldn’t see how anyone else could love me. I finally had enough of hiding my alopecia and embraced the bald. Never in my life have I looked in the mirror and felt so pretty and confident as I do with no hair. At the end of the day we all have a story, you can just see mine. Much Love N 😘” - @nadinemanoly #JustTheHead #AlopeciaAwareness #WhoNeedsHairWhenYouThisFine #MyFaceIsEnough #BaldLife #Alopecia #ShesBeautiful
Eh, while it’s great that these characters are independent, something about all these princesses of color not finding love at the end of their movies rubs me the wrong way. Just like how Disney patted itself on the back for a black princess but she was Frogger damn near the whole movie.
This is actually a good example of the need for intersectional feminism.
it is very common that white girl characters have love interests and finding love be the plot line and basis for all their stories and interactions.
It is uncommon for a girl character of color to be seen as a potential love interest, in need of defense by a male character and/or support from a male character full stop.
This is because of the history of social devaluation of woc and infantilization of white women.
Thusly:
it is subversive for white female characters to not have love interests for once and to focus on strength outside of male attention.
while at the same time
is it subversive for woc to be love interests and treated with care and reverence and with support in relationships on screen.
The “norms” for two groups of women are different based on the historical interaction both groups have had to suffer under patriarchal and sexist/racist media.
This is why its okay to feel hurt and roll your eyes when you see people screaming about how michonne from the walking dead “dont need no man” because she’s too “strong” to want to be desired and cared for, while at the same time feel hurt and roll your eyes when Black Widow is suddenly too helpless to get herself free from a basic ass cage and needs to be rescued by her randomly inserted love interest.
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