#BUSTING IT DOWN REDACTED STYLE

[sanssupremacy]

Get sansed. GET ASSED!!!!

But fr I am dying, i will never recover from walking in heels on a inclined road for more than two hours. BTW, SMALL ASS HEELS, NARROW HEELS, HOW DOES MTT WALK IN BIG ASS HEELS??????

Oh and it wasnt even worth it, we barely got any candy.

[knightofleo]

Gatekeeper Gostoc up in Stormveil trying to beat his Godrick-dribbling record when suddenly the very stars drop from the sky and blows Limgrave a brand new hole:

[copepods]

took a break from [redacted] to draw some hair length swaps!!!!

[id: a drawing of several character busts in the dream smp, over a white background. wilbur, tubbo, tommy, quackity and eret all have long hair; eret and wilbur’s are tied up half-up-half-down style, and tommy’s is in a braid. niki, puffy, hannah, and ranboo all have short hair. end id]

[louroth]

IT IS UPDATE TIME! For those of you who missed the dirty draft in the discord, the original play link has now been updated with 35 thousand words and two chapters sizzling with exposition, and heated rivalry. I'm so excited!

Here's what's new:

Before we start, it took some honest critique for something to click for me, plot wise. I have been meandering with the plot, partly because I had no idea what I was even doing, and part because I really wanted to meander around in this new medium. But, the plot I have planned is very high octane and epic in scale so I don’t want to bore you to death before we get to the good stuff.

So, don’t hunt me for sport when I tell you that (for the time being) I have removed the entire section of RO 101’s. I was so stubborn with shoehorning them in for the better part of a year, leading to writer's block and utter despair since it just wouldn’t fit; it wasn’t how you were supposed to learn about the RO’s. I have put them aside for now and tweaked Lenas scene once more so that it flows better- I am hemming and hawing over Id’s 101 because that one actually makes sense to have there, plotwise. It might go back in where it was, but I am still thinking about it.

Ok, for real this time though:

The scenes where you scream and your RO busts down the door Kool-Aid man style are there now.

A meeting with Oma and a blast from your [origin] past!

A whole chapter of lies and deceit, but it could literally be anyone lying. Careful who to trust.

Is that… [REDACTED]?? Surely not.

Another chapter where you get to choose your weapons and the way the Surge manifests with your hunter.

On topic of the surge, the magic in Ouro, it is now a default for all players; you can choose from 4 different classes. The Battlefrenzied Zealot, The Beastmaster, The Etherweaver or The Vox Psion. I had a terrible time writing the codexes for these classes, so some are partial and others missing, but if you continue you will experience them in actual action-scenes instead, weaponized. Don't forget to save! For now, each class comes with its own weapon, but I will add more whenever extra time strikes, or when the draft is done.  I am going to remind you as I remind myself: This draft will get rougher around the edges, a little bit messy, as I am going to try to just draft the whole thing without even looking back. It will make my life so much easier when it comes to figuring out key scenes and motivations. While I wrote quite slowly as I treated OUROBOROS as a hobby, now I am working on it, which means skipping content I cannot think of on the spot just to keep the ball rolling. If you don't want to read the alpha draft, please wait with reading until the edited twine demo is out. Thank you!!

Now, ENJOY!

[quitealotofsodapop]

Xiaoatian in Century Egg takes the cake for the most dramatic entry into the world for the kids. Not much can beat going into labor in the middle of the Jade Emperor's throne room, while being wet nursed by the Queen Mother herself, and almost the Monkey King almost dying in childbirth. Like Yubei is very close with her eating LBD but it took several days for her to come out afterwards, Xiaoation literally had a span of a few hours

It comes with the title of "Harbringer of Chaos" XD

Each "MK" variant in the Wukongverse has to make their presence known to the world. So far I have these guys planned out;

Xiaotian/MK (LMK TMKATI au): Arrival causes a magtic hurricane to form outside.

Xiaotian/MK (LMK Canon): [REDACTED until S5] Nuwa was involved.

Xiaotian/MK (LMK Century Egg Au): Birth interupts the trial of Sun Wukong vs the entirety of Heaven and Hell over the soul of Macaque. Queen Mother of the West and Guanyin has to step in to midwife.

Xiaoyun (Monkey King Hero is Back au): Extremely tense hatching/birth after almost being killed by a deer spirit.

Xiao Qi (Monkey King Reborn): Artsy rebirth after having given up their life for their new friends + to defeat Yuandi. Vastly understimated how little they'd be.

Xiaoshi (Monkey King Netflix au): Little man busted out feet-first and tried running off Happy Feet-style. Paretns had to chase him down.

Xiaozhen (New Gods au): "Hey there's a free baby in this dumpster."

Ketu & Rahu (Meihouwang au): Born within microseconds of eachother despite one being a Stone egg, and the other a regular unborn baby. Chaos ensued cus no one could tell who came out of where.

[mikenewtonhateblog]

My oc’s aka too long of a gd post

The “BL” Crew (does not stand for boys love I’m just a moron who made that abbreviation before knowing what it stands for). My main crew and main series, a lot is a big WIP right now as I’m slowly redoing the first book and all the lore. Why? I love torture. Book is fantasy type but I won’t specify what.

Lacie, the protagonist. God tier idiot, bisexual bipolar depressed MESS, insomniac, former theater kid, doesn’t know what she wants out of life but currently it is not This(plot of book). Hot headed, impulsive, crude, rude, Mommy IssuesTM, would rather be taking a nap right now, rules are made to be broken, absolutely fucking FERAL, more bags under her eyes than the airport lost and found. 5’5, 130lbs, Aries, age 18, white as shit like literally the whitest human you have ever seen, strawberry blonde hair in a 2011 Hayley Willaims haircut with long bangs, the darkest brown eyes you’ve ever seen that stare directly into your soul. Lanky, no curves, body of a 12 year old boy but works out so she can and will kick your ass and thats a threat. Not human?

Josh. Soft boy, smart, Lacie’s cousin and only friend for like the first 18 years of her life, autistic anxious mess who’s special interest is anchient egyptian history, is in honors classes, despises math, passes out when his girlfriend looks too cute, just needs a hug. Can eat a whole carton of easy mac if left alone, whole wardobe is the same outfit just different colors/hoodies, sensory issues, seriously can someone give this guy a hug. 5’9, 150lbs, Pisces, age 18, mixed (half whatever flavor of white Lacie’s family is [they don’t even know its just some scandanavian shit and irish], and half mexican on his mom’s side), medium olive skin with freckles and moles, dark chocolate brown hair that’s a bit of a 2009 Beiber cut, warm brown eyes, not beefy, a lil thicc and self concious about it but squishy boys are GOOD. Gets bit by a werewolf so now he is one his mood on it is “thats a lot to unpack but let’s just throw the whole suitcase away”.

Zander. There is not one braincell in this man, himbo KING, pansexual dumbass with undiagnosed ADHD, no impulse control, head empty and full at the same time, PTSD, his fashion sense should be an actual crime, gets in fights to feel something, basic requirements for him to be attracted to you: kick his ass. Drinks his respect women juice, sees a folding table and must immediately launch himself on it, chaotic, cannot drive a car and will not, food aggression and eats enough for 3 people but never gains weight which is ILLEGAL, him and Lacie may be a couple.....but in this house we stan slow burn, he talks in caps and every sentence either ends with a question mark or exclaimation point, likes romcoms. 6’2, 190lbs, Sagittarius, age 19, austrailian roots and has the accent but is from [REDACTED FOR STORY REASONS], white, dorito shaped with long legs, blueish black hair that’s long and messy, dark navy eyes that match his hair, bigass neck scar from [REDACTED]. Not human

Peter. Gay dad friend who is TIRED of having to be in charge of a bunch of teenagers, only one with full functioning braincells, lowkey a genius who loves engineering, mixes magical technology with human technology because he likes to play god, is he ever sober? No one knows, will kill for a bottle of single malt, his fashion sense? Tastefully expensive suits perfectly tailored. Likes building his own weapons that no one else knows how to even use, generally non-threatening but can get scary if needed. 6’4, 140lbs string bean man, Scorpio, age 179 but looks early 30s, I know I said Lacie is the whitest human but he’s even paler like a literal sheet of paper with scandanavian roots/ancestors were vikings or some shit, blonde hair styled like 2013 Brendon Urie lmfao, light crystal blue eyes. He’s a vampire and was born one.

Danielle. Tiny, sweet, queen of girls supporting girls, comments on all her friends instagram posts with 20 emojis, LOVES fashion and has a wardrobe that would make anyone jealous, oozes feminine energy, only child and parents are in love still, gets exactly 8 hours of sleep each night and wakes up looking like a disney princess. Just because she is small and cute doesn’t mean you should underestimate her she WILL fuck your shit up. Quiet when angey which is terrifying. Josh is her bf and she loves him so much but also loves teashing the shit out of him. Legally cannot cuss, polite, used her high heels as a weapon once, speaks like 5 languages because studying them is her hobby, gardens, hugs everyone. 5’0, 110, Taurus, age 18, mixed (half french-american, half Korean-american), glowy skin always, PETITE frame aka the friend everyone can pick up when they hug, long past her waist curly brown hair, bright green eyes. She’s not fully human as she has fae blood in her and this gives her the ability to talk to and control plants. Flower crowns for everyone

Becca. Theater kid who would die to sing in Wicked and has the vocal range to do so, cannot wait to graduate and go to her dream college which she got into and a scholarship, closeted lesbian bc her whole giant family is extremely catholic and she feels like not dealing with it, “no boys allowed in bedroom” rule is her favorite joke, chill, middle child of 5 siblings and just wants some peace and quiet for ONCE. Her fashion sense is “I’m dropping subtle hints I’m gay but only to other gays”, has a black belt and took self defense classes. 5’6, 145lbs, Virgo, age 18, Latina (cuban and mexican mix), darker brown skin with light freckles over her nose, athletic build, eyebrows on POINT, bright caramel eyes, short light brown hair cut in a bob, has a tiny nose stud, always wears a blue friendship bracelet her gf made her. Human

Anika. Calling her a bitch/slut is a compliment, bisexual, a bit of a mean girl but she grows out of it give her time!!! Is always Too Much, the horny friend, favorite color is red so thats almost all of her outfits, loves to show off her body as much as she can because she’s hot and knows it and thrives in her own confidence. Her mom is literally like Regina George’s mom from Mean Girls but married a rich man 20 years older than her, Anika doesn’t know her bio dad but thats fine neither does her mom and her step dad is nice and does his best to be a dad. Becca’s gf, always hanging out at her home so Becca can get some quiet because Anika’s an only child and has a pool. 5’9, 135lbs, Gemini, age 18, white, long layered dark reddish brown hair, teal-blue eyes, swimmers body type (I normally do not mention bust size but she would want the internet to know she was blessed with big bahoogles so there you go), can sprint in heels. Half mermaid (boy was that a surprise considering her mom doesn’t know who her father is LOL)

Rex. Nb uses they/them he/him pronouns but honestly will respond to any, goth lite, only attracted to men and ace, can read minds so knows all your secrets, mischevious little shit, great friends with Zander and enjoys his dumbass thoughts and that he’s basically a human version of Jackass, wears too many rings, goth boots for kicking and fashion babey, always has the freshest memes and will not hesitate to roast in the group chat, hangs with the girls most of the time. Chaos god who loves making art, be gay do crime, skateboard and spraypaint. 5’8”, 165lbs, Leo, age 18, Native American, masculine frame, dark brown skin, blue eyes, firetruck red shoulder length hair that’s usually in a ponytail, knock-off gucci sunglasses just for judging their friends. Has magic in their blood so not entirely human and can cast spells and shit (don’t roast me its a wip and I’m doing my research)

Sam. Boho goddess, aromantic, makeup and nails are always instagram worthy, quiet and stoic type but losens up around close friends, Rex is her best friend, has some trauma and doesn’t want to talk about it, emotionally numbed out a bit and wants to purely vibe. Has seen some of the worst parts of humanity and wishes she hadn’t, finds no point in being bitter or resentful though because that won’t change anything, loves cats and once she moves out shes adopting one or three. Has wine aunt energy. 5’4, 200lbs PLUS SIZE QUEEN, Scorpio, age 18, Filipino (her parents are immigrants fun fact!), really olive skin sometimes has a grey/green tinge to it, dark brown almost black shoulder length hair, gold-hazel eyes. Sam’s the victim of a family curse that requires her to consume human hearts to survive, she can transform into a pretty scary looking being and uses this curse to hunt down pedoph*les, r*pists, murderers, and abusers. The less often she feeds the less human she looks, hence the constant grey/green tinge to her skin. 

Andy. Baby of the group, must be protected at all costs, 100% didn’t sign up to be in a friendgroup of 90% monsters but highkey loves it, trans, bi, anxiety MAXED, just wants to draw comics and cosplay spiderman, has to babysit his two younger sisters a lot because his parents are....not great, and as a result now knows all the lines to Tangled and The Little Mermaid. Big nerd energy, has to draw on everything including homework, gets inspiration for comics from his friends, awkward and socially anxious, drinks way too much tea and will accidentally steal your pens. Fears include: crowds, thunder, tall angry men, tiny spaces. Just trying his best. 5’2, 100lbs BEANPOLE BOY, Leo, age 16, white (irish and scottish roots), freckles absolutely EVERYWHERE, orangey red hair thats in desperate need of a haircut, chocolate brown eyes, braces, chronic nail biter. Human and kinda wishes he wasn’t.

That’s it for now if you read all this bless u thank u here is my whole heart. Please no discourse, literally these are fictional people I’ll never publish the books they go to.

[magpiemorality]

From which perspective will the au be told? Will we see Patton's slow descent into unsympathetic? What will the creativities do to cause chaos?

Weeeeell I usually go for a good old fashioned mix of perspectives to get things across, and the concept started with a straight drop into the middle of the action, but there’s always space for a ~flashback scene~ right :D In my head it starts with Patton’s perspective, or in the castle perspective as the twins get closer to the final showdown. But I’m also a fan of a near endgame prologue that then jumps back to bring you back to that point so who knows??? 

Remus and Roman are gonna macgyver the bleep out of this war. I mean full on Robin Hood 2018/Jack Sparrow style chaotic battle plans- somehow exploding a rock at a tree that brings down a wall and busts a ballista, just on the fly. They get considerably better and more cohesive when *redacted* is *redacted* and *redacted*... :)))

[compo67]

Hey, hon! Is everything okay? You haven't been around in a few days and I worry. (Also, I was thinking of you: I fell down a reddit hole full of mother in law horror stories today & so many of them gave me major Photo Op Donna vibes! I won't link them, 'cause there are too many, but highlights include the mom who sits on her adult son's lap in public and cuts his meat for him, & the one who tried on the bride's wedding night lingerie (La Perla!!) w/out permission and busted all the seams. YIKES.

Hello, dear. <3

Thank you for thinking of me. That means so much, I can’t even. 

I have been struggling with my good friend depression, which makes it difficult to do anything. We upped my dose of my antidepressant, I joined a support group, and I have been making progress with sleep/pain management. 

But I’m still hurting from romantic endeavors that blew up in my face, both within about 2 months of each other. Being led on sucks. And no matter how much I try, I just feel like I’m screaming into a void. I feel like no one gives me a chance and I don’t fit what most people are looking for. I’m too big, too loud, too nice, too cute, not masculine enough, not strong enough, not wealthy enough--not enough. 

And that just wears on me. There’s this really depressing article in Psychology Today about how trans people are often overlooked in the dating pool. I’m just feeling that super hard lately. 

Anyway. That and the ongoing time bomb that is my liver, going to appointments, dealing with the flare up of some unknown autoimmune disease I have that causes my face to break out and hurt, every day pain, migraines, allergies, the weather changing like it’s going out of style, not making enough money because I can’t work that many hours so I’m falling behind on everything and I can’t even start thinking about that, and I have so many WIPs and so little motivation, and I can’t find people with substance to date, only creeps who want to [REDACTED] my [REDACTED] or [REDACTED] to my [YOU NEED JESUS]. 

/long sigh/

Aside from all that.... I’ve been okay. My mom figures are checking in on me every day. I’ve been rewatching The Simpsons. I got an antigravity chair for my birthday and my favorite thing is to sit on the porch and just watch the clouds. I haven’t relapsed with self injury. I’ve been creating watercolor paintings in between calls. I have work as a transcriber and illustrator--side gigs that are cool to be part of. I have a job with insurance and a roof over my head.

And Sam had his rear shocks replaced. Next up are new tires and an alignment, then a new battery, then maybe we can address the muffler again.

Bless you if you’ve read this far. <3

I need to journal more often on here. It feels good when I do. Like I have some place to put all these feels. 

Thank you for checking in on me, for caring. And I wanna see that Reddit thread! Because you’re spot on about Donna--that’s 110% her. XD

Sending you love and gratitude, hun. 

-Cal

[xwomanscornedx]

TW: domestic violence, assault, gas-lighting, trauma

I officially “met” my ex fall of Sophomore year.  We knew “of” each other before hand, but had not really had any reason to hang out or talk prior.  We had both won lead roles in our high school play, and ended up having a few scenes together.  During the several months of rehearsal, we learned we had a lot in common and were “sympatico” in many ways.  He would start a joke, and I would finish it. In improv, one of us would begin a scene and the other could pick it up perfectly. We both sang and played guitar.  He started a band.  I started an entertainment company, ect.  At the time, he was dating a friend of mine so obviously we never went past casual acquaintances because I’m not the type to interfere in a relationship – but I did develop a light crush.  After high school we stayed in contact. Sometimes he would stop over, have a beer, and watch something stupid or play video games. Other times, we just shared memes on Facebook. Two years ago, we reconnected while we were both going through hard times. We had hung out before, so I didn’t think anything of him inviting me over to hang out and have a beer.  We walked to the store, and on the way back he gently held my hand.  We got back to his place, and he pushed me against his van and kissed me hard.  From then on, we were inseparable.  After only a few months, we officially moved in together and for a while, everything was great.  Honestly, the best relationship I’ve ever had.

We were intense.  He confessed that he’d had his eye on me for quite some time, and it was like all the pent up feelings between us were coming out in full force.  Being with him felt so good, almost intoxicating.  We had plans to buy an RV when we both retired and travel the country. Hell, we were even at the point where we were looking at houses together.  He wanted his own shop, and the plan was for him to take care of the technical aspects (lead mechanic, hiring, orders) and I would handle the business aspects (payroll, customer service, bookkeeping).  I truly believed that we were each other’s happy ending.  Sadly, this was temporary.

The abuse began gradually.  I have compared it several times to a frog in boiling water.  If you put a frog directly in boiling water, it will jump out and run.  However, if you put a frog in luke warm water and slowly turn up the heat, it will eventually boil to death before it realizes it’s in danger.  Things started small:  Little comments about my weight or abilities, drinking more and more, taking the change from my change jar, ect.  Over the next year and a half, things got worse. Eventually, he was breaking things and punching walls. He would get so drunk that he couldn’t form complete sentences.  During this time, I was trying desperately to help him.  I had known him for so long and truly believed that if he just quit drinking, everything would be fine.  

Then the physical abuse began.  He broke my rib trying to crack my back, even though I begged him to stop.  He tried to set me on fire in our bathroom.  He would wake me up by pissing on my face when he was angry with me. Once, he got so mad at me for taking too long in the bathroom that he busted the door open, grabbed me by my hair, and threw me out.  I landed on my tailbone and cracked it.  To this day, I still have issues.  I performed in the Vagina Monologues with two black eyes because he was mad I was acting again and he wasn’t.  By our two year anniversary, I had quietly accepted that I would die in this apartment.  My friends had all but stopped talking to me, he cost me every job I had either by forcing me to quit, making it impossible for me to sleep, or showing up drunk and causing a scene so I couldn’t afford to leave him.  

This next paragraph is very triggering.  If you are sensitive to topics of violent rape, please don’t read this  Move on.  Scroll down.  Because yes, he did.  Sometimes, it wasn’t that “bad” I guess.  He wouldn’t allow me to sleep on the bed if I wouldn’t perform for him.  He would throw my pillow on the floor and make me sleep there, and sometimes if I was lucky I could just opt for the couch instead.  One thing was for sure, when he was in those moods it was my choice to either have sex with him or find somewhere else to sleep in my own home.  Other times, I wasn’t so lucky.  The worst one I only have vague clips of memory from.  I can’t even remember how we got to this point.  But I do remember him on top of me, spitting in my face, and screaming how much he hated me.  I started to cry because it hurt.  I was bleeding.  I was begging him to stop and praying for it to be over quick if he didn’t. And he just hawked a loogie in my eye and put a pillow over my head so he “wouldn’t have to look at that (my) ugly face”.  I cried so hard I eventually just went out of my head.  I wasn’t there, mentally, and honestly don’t remember much after that moment.  I know he was eventually tired of me and pushed himself away from me to sleep.  In the morning I was so sore it was hard to walk.  Hard to pee.  Hard to wear underwear.  I wanted to die.  

Honestly, there’s more abuse than even this.  Some things, however, are still too painful to discuss and some I am remembering slowly.  As anyone who has worked with trauma victims before will tell you, our brain blocks out some things that are just too much for it do deal with.  It’s known as cognitive dissidence.  

On July 25th, we had another fight.  I wanted to go to bed early because I had a 9am interview.  He wanted to stay up, listen to music loudly, and have sex.  One thing you may or may not know, I am sterile.  I can’t have kids.  I tried to sleep through him, but about an hour after I laid down he barged into the bedroom, turned on all the lights, and began grabbing at me and telling me how he was going to “breed” me.  I pushed him off of me, which made him very angry.  He was already close to two six packs in by this point.  He immediately jumped on the bed and began punching me repeatedly.  Somehow I managed to grab my mace and sprayed him with it.  All this seemed to do was make him angrier.  He jumped me again and rubbed the mace on my eyes and inner thighs before finally collapsing from pain by the back door.  I managed to force my eyes open enough through the pain to reach the kitchen, grab the milk, and lock myself in the bathroom where I called 911.  

The entire time I was waiting for the cops, he was pounding on the door threatening to bash my head in with a hammer.  Since he had used a hammer multiple times to beat down the back door or put holes in the ceiling, I 100% believed that if he got that door open before the cops got there, he was going to kill me.  Thank God the cops got there quickly and he was arrested.

Between that day and his trial at the end of October, he broke the no contact order repeatedly with phone calls, voice mails, texts, and even emails. Hearing him tell me time and again that he loved me and wanted to change for me was heartbreaking, because I was (and still am) madly in love with him.  But trauma bonding is real.  I managed to stay strong and move forward.  It was hard.  The first few months I didn’t even know where rent would come from.  But my friends and family came together and kept me afloat enough that I made it through.  

Money issues aside, I started playing Minecraft while watching PewDiePie Minecraft videos.  It may seem dumb to some, but it made it feel like I was playing games with someone.  Like there was someone always with me so I wasn’t so alone.  I slowly fixed all the holes and broken things in my apartment, and even repainted some of the furniture to make it my own style.  I called my mom daily (Mom, I’m so sorry.  I know how annoying I was) and slowly went out more to see people who cared about me.  I even managed to get a job in the warehouse of [REDACTED] and found solace in the manual labor I did there.  I became the second best truck thrower in the building – second only to my boss’s boss.

I’m also still learning just how deep this has broken me.   A friend recently asked everyone to comment one of their talents, and I honestly couldn’t come up with anything.  I feel like I have no talents or anything special that makes me worthy of existing.  I still say things like “I know I’m not a catch or anything...” and think that when guys are nice to me, it’s because they pity me. It’s like this constant self doubt – even self hate – that taints every aspect of my life.

So that’s it. That’s why I’ve been so quiet.  He took a plea deal and will have to complete intense addiction therapy, and be on probation so strict he won’t even be able to fart without [REDACTED] County’s permission. But as for me, I’m damaged right now, but filling my cracks with gold one day at a time.  I’m in therapy and planning my first vacation since being free.  I’m getting my entertainment company back up and running. But every day I fight his voice in my head telling me I’m not smart enough.  Not pretty enough.  Not thin enough.  Wondering what I did to make him so mad?  Wondering why he stopped calling me his “sweet girl”.  He used to ask me to get him coffee in the morning before work.  I would smile and say jokingly “And what makes you think I’ll do that?” and he would reply “Because you’re a sweet girl” and kiss me on my forehead. I miss that, but not enough to go back to a place where I looked at death as my only escape from him.

[richmanpoorman420]

RICH GUTIERREZ: A WARNING

Rich has a pattern of sexual assault, consent/boundary violations, emotional abuse and manipulation. This statement is based on the experiences of multiple women/nb people. He has victimized woc experiencing vulnerable or precarious life circumstances. Attempts to directly confront Rich on these matters has proven fruitless. This page will attempt to share helpful information in as clear and accessible a manner as possible.

WHO IS RICH?

Rich is from San Jose and currently lives in Chicago. He plays in Busted Outlook and Permanent Ruin.

https://www.richgutierrez.com/

http://landspeedrecord.tumblr.com/

https://twitter.com/_supremenothing

https://www.instagram.com/supreme_nothing/

https://www.instagram.com/Baldwins_turkish_decade/

https://www.facebook.com/SupremeNothing

http://www.supremenothingpress.com/

https://www.instagram.com/supremenothingpress/

https://mobile.twitter.com/SN_Press

https://www.facebook.com/supremenothingpress/

https://bustout.bandcamp.com/

https://permanentruin.bandcamp.com/

SPECIFIC BEHAVIORS (TW)

• Non-consensually and violently forcing oral penetration

• Restraining partners non-consensually during sex

• Removing condoms during sex without informing partners, non-consensually initiating unprotected penetrative sex

• Seeking out people who are emotionally or socially vulnerable and exploiting their trust in him - these behaviors are a form of predation that is best described as grooming* (see below)

• Positioning himself as a “victim” or as “vulnerable” in order to manipulate people he abuses into being dismissive of other people’s attempts to hold him accountable

• Gaslighting people who have attempted to hold him accountable for his abuse of them

• Enforcing power disparity in relationships by manipulating partners into being exclusive with him; while secretly having concurrent sexual relationships with other people

• Exploiting cultural access and labor from people who he has abused as well as appropriating their work/plans

• Failing to inform potential partners of his past behavior, despite being made aware of the above experiences and their impact.

* Resources on the concept of psychological grooming for people who haven’t encountered the term before:

http://outofthefog.website/top-100-trait-blog/2015/11/4/grooming

(we don’t mean to endorse everything on this website, but it is concise)

http://www.kbsolutions.com/Grooming.pdf

(starts on page 16)

WHY IS THIS JUST COMING OUT NOW?

Rich has successfully constructed an image of himself as a self aware feminist ally, especially using social media to aggressively reinforce this image. Additionally, Rich has social capital and a prominent/respected position. Finally, Rich has been shielded from the consequences of his actions by his friends, in particular [redacted]. When people who Rich has hurt have attempted to seek support from Rich’s friends, or just inform them of Rich’s actions, those friends have discredited the survivors’ experiences and intimidated them into silence.

WHO ARE WE? WHAT DO WE WANT?

This page was written collaboratively by a number of people, then passed along to others for review. We just are sharing this info at the specific request of survivors. This is not an “accountability process.” Over the years people Rich has hurt have made requests of him, and asked his friends to hold him accountable. These efforts have been futile, and only resulted in the further emotional abuse and ostracization of the survivors. We are presenting this information in the hopes of interrupting Rich’s pattern of abuse.

CONTACT

If you have questions, you can get in touch with us. If you have been hurt by Rich and want to connect with other survivors, at least one of them is actively interested in that. Please feel free to get in touch.

richmanpoorman@riseup.net

UPDATES

6/16/17 - We have been getting a lot of e-mails in response to this call out. At this point there are at least 7 women/nb people who have come forward with experiences of Rich’s abuse, coercion, assault, and intense manipulation. Additionally, many people have been e-mailing to share stories about how Rich’s pattern of behavior has been an open secret, particularly in San Jose. People describe trying to discuss Rich’s behavior and being dismissed, disbelieved, shut down. Being laughed at and made fun of by Rich’s friends is also a common theme emerging from these stories.

It’s important to note that NOBODY FEELS SAFE BEING OPEN ABOUT THIS.

Since this was initially posted, despite being publicly contrite, Rich and his friends still continue to attempt to discredit this call-out talking shit on survivors and people they suspect to be directly advocating for and supporting survivors. This has manifested as acting like survivors just have petty beef or using ableist slurs against survivors who are living with mental illnesses. Rich and his friends have also been suggesting that the potential role of white people in this process - as support or as survivors - discredits the call out itself. This is misdirection, and minimizes that Rich assaulted and preys on POC.

We read Rich’s response to this call-out. It was posted on his Facebook. We found it deeply, viscerally upsetting. It is riddled with the same manipulative maneuvers and styles that he used to abuse people. It minimized his acts of abuse. It completely erased the reality that many many people have tried to bring this to his (and his friends) attention for a long time. In his response he even uses almost direct quotes from a woman who he hurt when she confronted him about it. We are disgusted by the amount of space his response takes up, we are disgusted by the accolades and credibility he is garnering from a few people for ~courageously~ apologizing. His flamboyant remorse seems artificial and disingenuous. Rich is integrated within the restorative justice and activist communities in Chicago and The Bay Area. Because of this, he is well versed in the rhetoric of accountability. This is one of the reasons he has been able to dodge accountability for so long.

To all the people who have written in bravely entrusting us with their stories, thank you. Please be patient with us in terms of response time, we are trying to respond to these messages with the care and attention they deserve, and it’s a slow process.

6/6/17 - Since this was posted, so far 2 additional women have come forward with stories of abuse by Rich that involve the behaviors listed above. Also, women/nb people have also come forward with accounts of harassment from him, involving him harassing them about their experiences of abuse at the hands of his friends.

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4, 24, 45 (if you want), and 49 ~

4 – name three authors that were influential to your workand tell why

Ooh, that’s a good question. I didn’t see it on the listbefore.

First: Brian Jacques. The themes of his work (be brave andkind at any size; put more goddamn spices in your food) I could have picked upfrom other authors, but the way he composed stories had an definite impact.

Key example: In fourth grade, we wrote our own 20-pagebooks, alternating text with illustration. My teacher had them professionalprinted into skinny little hardbacks for us to brag about.

I wrote a very dramatic adventure with multiple plotlines(characters separated by a Convenient Waterfall, as happens), shifting betweenthe three by way of Dramatic Cliffhangers.

At nine years old.

Yeah, that was aaaaaaaall Brian Jacques’ influence.

Second: I really don’t want to say “Tolkien” because well,hey, if you’re a fantasy fan, you’ve been influenced by Tolkien whether youlike it or not. I have definitely moved out of the “motley band goes on epicquest against forces of darkness” period of my life, and his actual writingstyle is very bland. But there it is. I like me some secondary worlds.

Third: I should have thought of this one sooner. In collegeI was mentored by [name redacted to avoid being busted by web searches, but this is one of his more famous books]. We told very differentkinds of stories, but he 100% influenced how I try to write: don’t stray out ofyour chosen perspective by giving information or visuals the character wouldn’thave; trim out unnecessary leads (“he felt”; “he saw”); trade adverbs forstronger  verbs and count your “is”s and“was”s; and this whole metaphor about building your story like an cozy armchairfor your reader to settle into, vs. the wobbly, splintery, three-legged stoolof failing to provide enough setting, character motivation, etc.

Bonus: H/T to two as-yet unpublished authors who have puttheir storyfingers all over my brainpan: @pathopharmacology​ and @gatheringbones​.

Bones writes (and recommends) stories that stretch myexpectations. She is great about getting to the core of complex emotionalsituations, especially w/r/t survivorship and negotiating a positive existenceas someone who has been knocked off course from a “normal” life. Her storiesand her recommended books are teaching me to think about history as aninvisible character with influence on the story, much like my mentor taught me tothink of setting as a character.

Bones also gave me my single favorite piece of writingadvice: “Figure out what your character wants most, and then stop them from getting it.”

Reading Patho’s work has taught me to lighten up, which myoverly developed sense of sadness badly needed. Humor is not opposed to serioussubjects–it just has to be used right, like a dash of salt. Humor is part ofbeing human. Patho is also influencing how I write dialogue (especially formen), trying to capture the rises and falls and changes of subject that occurnaturally in speech, but which a lot of writers overlook in favor of ConveyingThe Right Information In This Conversation.

24 – favorite scene you’ve ever written

Probably the tenth chapter of a dead fanfic for a deadfandom I used to write. It wasn’t even a dramatic scene. What I relished aboutit was finally writing from the perspective of a character who, until thatmoment, had only ever been seen (and misinterpreted) through otherperspectives. There was a huge contrast between how the rest of the charactersthought about her–and, by extension, how she had been portrayed to thereader–and who she actually was, as a person. I just got such a kick out of that sudden shift.

The runner-up, for sheer amusement, is that “Graceless” ZelGanthing I did way back when.

45 – share the synopsis of a story you work on that youhaven’t published yet

Hmm. There’s one I don’t want to admit to working on untilit’s done, so we’ll let this question pass with a wink.

49 – writing advice

Everyone has some to share, don’t they? Here’s one of myback-pocket tricks that I haven’t seen anyone else talk about.

You know that scene that you are required to write for thesake of the plot, but which doesn’t interest you at all, and every time youwork on it, it just gets more boring?

Give it a change of scenery. 

Take that as literally or figuratively as you need.Sometimes just putting the characters in a new setting (one that is moreinteresting, because setting is a character too) helps. 

If the story demands that they be in whatever place you’vealready tried writing about, shake up the details. If you tried writing themalone, give them a crowd whom they are trying to ignore (and let NPCsfluttering past maintain your authorial interest.) 

If it’s a short story, a standalone, try changing the tenseor the point of view. That’s worked for me more often than I care to admit. 

Come up with an image for the scene you haven’t used beforeand compose the scene around that, like a scaffold.  

If you haven’t been utilizing Vonnegut’s adage that “everycharacter must want something, even if it is only a glass of water,” now is thetime. Put your characters in conflict (tension) with each other, with thescene, with the setting, with the conversation.  

Give them a headache they didn’t have before, so that allthey want is to just go lie down somewhere quiet. Give them a head cold. Breakup their cell phone reception. Fix their eyes on the horizon that keepsdistracting them.  

Do something to change the fundamental nature of the scene,something you haven’t written about before. You’ll find the little mentalyawn-and-stretch you do turns into breaking out of whatever little boring boxyou’ve gotten stuck inside.