I'm not going to reblog anymore responses to that theft post, but it's interesting to have someone essentially poverty-splaining to someone who was:
A child of poverty
Who regularly experienced food-insecurity
Who has experienced the trauma of having to sleep in a car
Who was the child of a single mother
Who was forced into being an undocumented immigrant due to my bastard father not wanting to help her file when they were married
A child who was forced to take a two-year hiatus from college due to said bastard father not wanting to provide information so I could apply for financial aid
And who is only, as of a few years ago, in a place where, while money still isn't ideal, am not experiencing abject poverty like I once was
AND WHO HAS STILL RELENTED AND SAID 'I CAN UNDERSTAND PEOPLE WHO NEED TO STEAL FOOD'
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Does America have any other serious problems that need fixing or is it your autism that keeps you fixated on the propaganda of the religious right?
Show me where in my blog I address religion at all? Are we only supposed to talk about American issues that YOU approve of personally? What problem would you like to discuss since you wanna come to MY blog and tell me how to run it/what social issues to talk about. How would YOU like me to apply my personal experiences? What would make YOU happy?
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hi! a daily reminder that I write fic for free because I want to and I feel like doing it. not gonna change the updating schedule, what I have planned, or any other plot details for a reader’s opinion no matter how important you seem to think imparting that opinion to me is. takes relatively little effort to leave a comment and takes even lesser effort than that to make sure that comment doesn’t come off as condescending or presumptuous to the author.
because I’m sorry but comments like THESE
aren’t gonna fly with me! just- and I’m begging here- be nicer with your local fanfic writer lmao. go easy on them. we’re doing this shit for FREE. having a bad day and coming online to see comments like these (because I have received multiple all from the same person) feels exponentially worse than it probably should
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@not-bcring liked for a biker boi uwu (X)
With all Gundham’s boasting of his motorcycle exploits, actual maintenance to his bike was something he did not excel at, an attempt to change a flat tire ending in a thrown wrench and a series of long, rather drawn out curses. He was supposed to meet up with his Hounds at one of their “spots”, and he very well could just walk there, but for the biker gang leader to show up on foot simply felt wrong.
Snagging his helmet off his seat with a rather unnecessary kick to the already thrown tool, Gundham stomped off towards the dorms, phone already in hand to first text the Hounds that he may be late, and then to message his mechanic friend Sonia to see how quickly she could fix his tire.
So focused on his texting, Gundham hadn't realized he had taken a wrong turn between the buildings, ending up in a sort of alley way between the dormitories and the main hall. With another muttered curse to himself, Gundham had just been about to turn back around when he heard a commotion from further down the alley, one that did not sound very kind...
Curiosity peaked by the words being shouted at whoever the unfortunate victim was, Gundham cautiously made his way further in to investigate, the scene he ended up stumbling upon making his blood boil. Two rather large boys had their target crowded up towards the wall, Gundham recognizing the much smaller man as one of his classmates, the prince, one that the biker tried to pay no mind to despite his eye being drawn to him on more than a few occasions. There was no doubt what the other man thought of him, they were so vastly different after all. The so called delinquent was probably seen as even lesser than the dirt the royal walked upon, but even so, he couldn’t just stand idly by and watch him get pummeled into the ground.
Besides, it could cause some sort of incident with the prince’s home country, and Gundham would rather not have the guilt of such on his shoulders with the chance to stop it here before him.
Hands flexing in the leather of his riding gloves, the studs pressed somewhat painfully against his knuckles as he clenched them into fists at his side, teeth grit and fingers digging tightly into the soft padding on the inside of his helmet as he approached. “I do not believe that is wise.” His voice had the boys startling, however only one of the pair seeming to recognize him as he jolted in fear with a look of apprehension, the biker’s reputation preceding him. The other was far more brave with not knowing who Gundham was, not even hesitating to get into the biker’s face in a threat for interfering. “Oh yeah, and what the fuck are you gonna do about it?”
Such a classic taunt, one that had Gundham rolling his eyes as he said as much. “Are you so inept that you cannot even fashion your own threats?” His own retort got the biker exactly what he wanted, his punch no longer being the first one thrown as he side stepped the clumsy blow. “Truly as sad display, what your friends over there must think, hm?” He said with a gesture of his head to Kazuichi and the other would-be assailant, it only spiking his attackers anger all the more.
But thanks to his silver tongue, Gundham had the upper hand: control. Side stepping another blow, the biker used his helmet as a makeshift weapon, the hard outer coating connecting with a sickening crack to his wannabe attacker’s face. With that one now groaning on the ground in pain, Gundham turned his attention to the prince and the other boy, an eyebrow being raised in their direction in an unspoken question of if this would go any further.
“If you could please release the prince, I would be ever so grateful.” Odd for a so called delinquent to speak in such proper, flowery prose, but the words hit their mark all the same. Quickly stepping away from Kaz, the other boy heaved his friend off the pavement before making off down the alley, leaving Gundham there inspecting his helmet with feigned indifference. “Do not thank me for saving your royal hide, it simply would have been a shame for such a pretty face to break into so many little pieces.” He said with a smirk, nothing but superiority dripping from his smug tone.
“Though, I would not be opposed to a reward. I find myself in need of funds to repair my bike. Which is, coincidentally, the entire reason you find me here now. How fortunate for you I took a wrong turn on my way to the dormitories...”
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You literally said you'd put it behind a pay wall, that will get you sued. I feel like you don't know much about fandom history and why people cannot put their ko-fi links on their fics. Ao3 constantly has to reminded people that they cannot make money off of their fanfics because people will see that and sue you. Going onto someone's tumblr and seeing they have a ko-fi link isn't the same as saying you will put your fics behind a pay wall.
I was kidding.
Cannot express to you enough that I was just making a passing joke about how much it would fuck with my father to make profit off smut. It’s not something I am planning on doing. It’s not something I want to do.
So I’m not your target audience for this. I don’t plan on profiting off my fics. A causal joke isn’t anything to get bent out of shape over.
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