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kob131 · 4 years

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https://dudeblade.tumblr.com/post/614400525499252736/what-if-trump-decides-to-save-republicans-but-not

It is shocking to see just how low the Trump Administration has brought American democracy in a few short years. Holding aid to an ally to invent dirt on a Democratic opponent was alarming enough to force the hand of Democratic leaders to impeach the president, even though it was clear they didn’t actually want to. And conservative policy has always been generally hostile to the lives, health, and voting rights of people it doesn’t consider part of the Republican coalition.

You know, because it’s okay to have a politician get away with something the other guy is supposedly getting IMPEACHED for (and I say supposed because Russia was cited a fuck ton during the impeachment. You know, the country the UKRAINE OPPOSES) because he has a D next to his name.

And you wanna try selling that ‘conservative policy is hostile to non conservatives’ horseshit when you aren’t surrounded by people who are hostile to conservatives and anyone NOT far left while the conservatives are the only ones with STANDARDS?

But the prospect of an American president using vital resources in a pandemic to curry political favor, keep his supporters alive and let his opponents die in the thousands is something unprecedented in all of American history.

You know, except for MOST PRESIDENTS. Aand is also unproven since there are NO SOURCES in the article to back this shit up.

With all due respect to the reporters who worked hard on this story-

All 0 of them because the only sources in the entire article cite THE FUCKING SAME SITE, something no reporter would do out of fear of being laughed out of the field.

the phrase “they do not appear to follow discernible political or geographic lines” seems comically wrong. Massachusetts, Maine, and Colorado are blue states getting severely shafted. Florida is a swing state that leans red, and it is getting everything it asks for and more. If these figures are part of a larger pattern, it looks very much like political favor currying for some, and vindictive neglect for others

Yeah yeah Nixon, keep telling us about all that proof on that blank sheet of paper of yours.

It looks especially bad in light of the days-long campaign of not-so-subtle extortion of Democratic governors to praise Trump more and take more of the blame themselves if they want their citizens to receive direly needed medical supplies from the same federal government that is outbidding them.

Ah yes, like all those nasty republicians....not taking their vacations to draft a bill to help the American people...and then Nancy Pelosi stopped it....held the aid hostage...until she could extort unpopular bills in exchange for the lives of the people she is suppose to represent....

... Ah shit, reality got in the way. Better gouge out them eyeballs and fall deeper down the rabbit hole huh?

The president’s personal lawyer Rudy Giuliani even went on Fox News to tell infuriated governors that they should “Take the blame when you have to … when you play with your boss, sometimes it’s better when you don’t win the golf game. He’s the boss, he’s got all the resources.”

You know, citing a NOTHING TWITTER ACCOUNT CITING AN OUT OF CONTEXT CLIP WITH NO SOURCE.

We don’t even know what was said BEFORE HAND.

Right now, Republicans are less concerned about coronavirus than Democrats because the virus is mostly impacting urban areas so far. Many Democrats have been expecting that once red states and rural areas start feeling the heat of the pandemic, the conservative movement and the White House will start to take matters more seriously and the ground will shift.

Sorry, we don’t listen to people without eyeballs.

Because the Republicans didn’t stop a bill from helping the US citizens, the Democrats did. The Republicians didn’t hold us hostage to get unwanted bills passed, the Democrats did. The Republicians didn’t risk lives, YOUR FUCKING PARTY DID.

Go eat shit.

So what did Dudeblade say?

Easy! We start corralling republicans into the camps that they praised, and gun them down with the same guns that they were willing to let the children die to protect.

Ah yes, because when someone lies through their teeth: we kill the victims right?

Oh wait, this is coming from the same guy who says minorities who vote for Trump are brainwashed and thus can’t possibly have free will and must be wrong while being a horrendous shit,

Tell me Dudeblade, how many of those children were shot in gun free zones because a mediated murderer won’t give a fuck about gun laws and no one could stop the shooter?

How many of those camps were under Obama, the man you defend as Jesus even as it’s proven HE started most of the shit Trump gets berated for?

How much would you give a shit if those kids were from Covington Catholic, even though those kids were victims of racial attacks themselves?

How much would you actually care if those kids liked Trump?

How much would you care if the virus WAS affecting rural areas or would you clap for joy because you revel in the pain and misery of people who disagree with you?

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, you are a FAR worse person than I am. And considering how deeply disturbed I am: that is saying a fucking lot huh?

You disgust me Dudeblade. And the fact that you hate me so much pretty much informs me that I have some kind of redeemable quality. Because being hated by someone who barely even ACTS HUMAN ANYMORE is a compliment.

Oh by the way, I see that new tag. “Conservatives shouldn’t be allowed to live in peace.” Can't wait for a time machine to appear so I can dumb your ass in Nazi Germany and FORCE you to get some damn perspective.

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sarahtheferret · 4 years

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i just really want all of it to stop. just. stop. there's no reason for anyone to be this forehead about every problem of modern society. and every problem is blamed on the individual. the solution is always something that everyone must do for themselves, in hopes that 7 billion people will have the same idea. "oh but you can't legislate away the world's problems!! uwu" why do you need legislation to be a good person???

get rid of the idea of lobbying, get rid of gerrymandering, get rid of the fucking electoral college, and decriminalize the shit that doesn't hurt anyone. stop locking up the victims of chronic sexual abuse, stop shooting black people on sight, stop letting people defend themselves with bigotry. stop treating women like their bodies MAKE men commit unspeakable acts of violence, stop acting like you get "scared" by black men or trans women and are therefore entitled to murder them on sight. stop putting profits before people. stop acting like people need to "earn" food or shelter or respect or human rights. stop destroying the environment. stop militarizing against indigenous populations for protecting the land they know you're going to destroy. stop. all of it. fucking stop.

and stop tricking nice people into thinking that it's ok to be a shitty person if you preface it with a disclaimer about choices or opinions.

i'm growing very cynical towards the idea of neoliberal civility. but i won't be the one burning it down because it's not my fucking job to do that. i'm a writer. an artist. i make, i create, i produce things that make life a little more enjoyable. i shouldn't have to set that aside to go throw bricks at cops who refuse to “serve and protect.”

my parents call me an idealist and honestly that's the biggest crock of horseshit i've ever heard. my "ideals" include shit that i was taught by age five. "be nice to everyone. if someone's being mean, step in or tell the teacher. share. don't point or laugh at people who look different. don't say those words. keep your space clean. if you break something, offer to fix or replace it. keep your hands to yourself. if you hurt someone, say you’re sorry and say it like you mean it.”

i wish i could make it impossible for an adult to tell a child "do as i say, not as i do." because that just removes so much responsibility and accountability from the adult.

like no, i'm not going to blindly follow what you say while you refuse to follow your own advice. people insist that the world is different for kids than it is for adults, and maybe that's true, but adults seem to have a whole lot of fun making it impossible for children to enjoy their childhoods.

from the way clothing companies design clothes to make kids look like mini adults (mainly babies and teen girls), to the fact that a 16 year old is old enough to get shot at but not to have a valid opinion about getting shot at.

i'm just so fucking tired man........

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jadelyn · 5 years

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I am literally sick with anger.

So, for those who don't know, California is burning again. A fire sparked Thursday morning up near Chico, was 8,000 acres by midday (when I walked out of my office to go get lunch, took one breath, looked up, and went "oh shit, how close is it this time?" because of how thick the smoke was), almost 20,000 acres by that night, and as of this morning was nearing 100,000 acres. It's only about 5% contained last I looked. There are nine confirmed fatalities, 35 people missing still. The town of Paradise, population a bit under 30k, is just...gone. Like, the whole town. 90% of the structures in that town were destroyed. The fire came through so fast, people had to abandon their cars on the gridlocked streets and run for it on foot. I've heard that this is the most destructive wildfire in California history. It's Really Bad - worse even than the Sonoma fires last year.

And guess what the fucking fascist occupying the fucking White House said today?

First of all: Our forested land? More than half of it is under management of the fucking Feds, not state agencies. We don't GET to manage SHIT, you towering lump of human excrement. If mismanagement is the problem, look to your own, except that you seem to like that kind of incompetence so you'd probably praise them for it.

Second: You probably don't know this, because you haven't heard it on Fox and Friends and we all know that's your only source of education, but California is one of the 13 "net payer" states that fucking subsidizes the rest of this fucking country. On average, most states get back about $1.20 per dollar of taxes paid to the feds. This is only possible because of states like California, who actually pay MORE to you useless fucks than you send back our way. So don't you fucking dare act like you're pouring money into us out of the goodness of whatever passes for your "heart", giving you any right to judge what gets done with it. That flow goes the other fucking way.

Third: You ignorant, lying sack of assholes, shut that fucking prolapsed anus on your face masquerading as a mouth. Wildfires will always happen, to some extent, in a climate that's as dry as ours. But they've definitely gotten worse within my lifetime, and it's accelerated over the last few years, and you wanna know why? It's because of you and your fucking cronies who have gleefully driven the global climate into the ground. It's a coastal desert, sure, but our regular droughts have gotten worse and worse, rain comes later and later and stops sooner and sooner each year, setting the stage for red-flag fire conditions that take what should have been a small blaze, quickly contained, and whip it into a monstrous disaster consuming WHOLE. FUCKING. CITIES. And that? Is LITERALLY YOUR FUCKING FAULT.

I am sitting here in tears, shaking and ready to throw up from the force of my suppressed, futile, useless rage. People have DIED, you fucking cunt. A whole fucking town that was here two days ago is GONE. Just fucking gone! The whole town is gone, do you understand that? The survivors have lost EVERYTHING.

And your first response is to sit there and smugly tweet these lies and that victim-blaming horseshit? You're going to sit there and try to make this about the money? Take this opportunity to try to kick us while we're down, because you're a bitter soulless creature who can't pass up a chance to put the boots in when you see someone who's defied you in a moment of vulnerability?

I am personally going to throw the biggest fucking block party in history when you finally fall off the face of this planet. We will plaster the buildings with huge posters of your least-flattering photos and most humiliating moments. There will be an effigy that everyone is invited to come piss on. Bring your dogs, have them piss on it too! Prizes for getting your aim closest to the mouth or eyes!

And I've reblogged stuff saying this before, but it bears repeating again:

IF YOU VOTED FOR TRONALD DUMP

IF YOU SUPPORTED HIM

IF YOU LOOKED THE OTHER WAY WHILE YOUR FRIENDS SUPPORTED HIM

IF YOU "VOTED YOUR CONSCIENCE" BY STAYING HOME THAT DAY AND ALLOWING THIS TO HAPPEN

GET. THE FUCK. OUT.

Unfollow me right the fuck now. I don't care if you're a mutual since the day I started this blog. Get out. Go. I cannot sit here, smelling smoke even through my closed doors and windows, that bastard's words in front of me, and find it anywhere in my heart to forgive you for what you've caused. Even if you've changed your mind since then. That's cool, I guess, but take your shame and your changed ways somewhere else, away from me.

#camp fire #Chico #California fires

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lizacstuff · 5 years

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I despise how Isobel got happy life with no consequences. I wonder how if max had listened to Michael and gone to the police of the Evans and not hidden a murder for 10 years everyone’s life would have been different and better. But yes yes only victim here is max. Like how you don’t mention Michael living 10 years of his sister thinking he’s a killer. Working odd jobs and staying with his siblings even with a full ride to college. *clicking mouth sound wink* nice.

Wow I could label this ask:

EXHIBIT A: How Michael-stans need every single thing to be about their woobie’s pain.

Good grief, kiddo, are you seriously coming in hot to someone’s ask box because they didn’t talk about Michael’s suffering in a post that wasn’t really about him? (for your reference, here is a post where I wrote about Michael’s 10 years of karmic payment, I haven’t ignored it)

GOD FORBID ANY OF US TALK ABOUT ANY OTHER CHARACTER!!!

NO ONE. Not me, or any Max fan that I’ve seen, has ever said that Max is the “only victim.” In fact, I don’t see him as a victim at all. I do, however, see him as someone entitled to anger at his siblings for doing something really awful to him and Liz, which is what my answer was about. Do you see the difference, or are you so busy glorying in your victim-complex that you don’t know anything but black and white?

I’m guessing that my answer took you off guard because I didn’t sugarcoat Michael’s role in everything, I know that is a favorite past-time of the Michael stan, pretend he’s an innocent-woobie and that everything is Max’s fault.

I actually saw a Michael-stan say that when Max is about to confess to Liz in the pilot and Michael explodes the innocent woman’s car windows that Michael… did it on accident and it was Max’s fault. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Oh sweet, sweet denial. Anyone who watches the show without Michael-stan goggles realizes Michael did that very purposefully and with no regard to the woman, her property or any bystanders who might have been hurt by his means of distraction. I mean Max runs to help Michael’s innocent victim, but he’s the bad guy because he made Michael so upset he “lost control.” RIGHT. What complete nonsense.

And while I’m happy to acknowledge Michael’s suffering, I think you painting him as a victim (of who? himself?) because Isobel thought he was a killer is so utterly ridiculous I don’t know how to respond. He did that to himself and it didn’t alter their relationship. Also, to another one of your points, you do know that Max wanted to go to his parents first, when Isobel was having black-outs, but Michael said no. I wonder if everything would have been different or better if Michael hadn’t stopped him then? Or do you only remember mistakes when they’re made by characters who aren’t named Michael?

I like Michael. In fact, I like all the characters. I just 100% reject the idea that Michael is a poor innocent woobie and a victim of evil Max. It’s okay for you to acknowledge that your fav did things that were not cool. Getting in Liz’s mind and sending her away before graduation, before Rosa’s funeral and without Max was not cool. He was an accessory to that. You can’t change it by trying to shift blame to Max for… breathing, I guess. And Max is not out-of-line for being angry about it, that was the entire point of my answer.

However, congratulations, thanks for proving that you can’t even talk about the character of Max being justified in one of his actions, without someone needing to vilify him and making it about Michael’s pain.

#fandom wank #roswell nm #roswell new mexico #rnm meta #asklizac #anonymous

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cockslutpadalecki · 6 years

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Photographs and Gasoline

Summary: Tangled up in a secret affair with Sam, Y/N prepares for another stolen night of passion but Sam's conscience gets the better of him.

Characters: Sam x Reader, mentions of OFC.

Words: 2161.

Warnings: a lot of angst, heartbreak.

A/N: Inspired by a song of the same name by a band I adore: Framing Hanley. I wrote a very rough version of this fic originally back in May ‘13... and it’s taken me till now to edit and post it. I hope it doesn’t still suck. Not beta’ed so all errors, spelling mistakes and general bullshit are entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Masterlists/taglists can be found in my bio.

So take this photograph, and I'll take this empty frame. I won't be coming back, but you're not the one to blame. The chemistry between liars like you and me ignites like gasoline.

You're halfway through removing your shirt before Sam stops you. “No don’t. Not tonight.”

You look to him nonplussed. He's sitting in a chair in the corner of your lounge, biting down hard on his lip and those deep brown eyes you stare hungrily into most nights are looking uncomfortably to the floor. You're in the middle of drinking in his perfect image before realising it's that look; the look you've seen so many times before and your mind tells you instantly that something's wrong.

"I'm sorry." You can barely hear him, his voice a whisper. "I don't think we should see each other any more."

You laugh awkwardly, your ears struggling to comprehend what you're hearing. "Wh-what? Yo-you're leaving?"

"Yes."

Straight and to the point. You let out a sharp breath, your hands reaching up to your forehead and brush your hair shakily away from your face; a habit you always have trouble controlling when you're nervous. You can feel the heat travelling up from your feet, spreading throughout your body before rising into your cheeks. The room begins to feel like a sauna and you gaze longingly at the nearest window imagining the cold, cool breeze washing you away in the wind.

"Why?" You ask with sudden composure.

"It's Jade." Your heart sinks. Jade. God damn fucking Jade.

You cough, clearing your throat. "What about her?"

After all this time knowing of her, you still can't bear to hear her name even though you're the one who pulled them apart and cruelly shattered their happiness. Every time it's uttered you painfully realise that his heart has, and will always belongs to her.

You can't even remember exactly how you crossed paths but the only thing that never wavers from your memory is the way Sam smelt the first time he kissed you. The masculine, woody scent wove its way into your senses and buried itself deep within you, occasionally overpowering you when you're alone and desperately craving his touch when you know he's with her. He treated you with such tenderness as his lips slid over yours and it pains you to think that he probably kisses her like that too.

"I still love her." He sits back into the chair but still he refuses to look at you. You don't know whether it's because he's ashamed of you and the immoral things you've done or because he's sad it's ending. You hope selfishly that it's the latter but you know that's a load of horseshit and you have to literally force yourself not to think about it because if you do you know you'll break. You crave to shout at him, scream for him, beg him to stay but the last thing you want is for Sam to see how much this is killing you. You're tougher than this. You're a hunter. This emotional crap doesn't affect you. How can you explain the vast, absolute darkness threatening to swallow you whole when you've metaphorically stared down the barrel of a gun more times than you can count without even so much as a waver? You can't. You never trained for heartbreak. You don't hunt this shit down and let it try to kill you. No. This shit creeps up on you like a virus, infecting your body before you realise it's too late. You're its victim now.

You bite down on your lip so hard, you almost draw blood before letting out a deep sigh. "We've been doing whatever this is for nearly a year Sam, don't you think it's a little late to realise how much you love your girlfriend now?"

He shakes his head vigorously, his lips in a tight angry frown. In normal circumstances when you pushed him, antagonised him; it fuelled the anger idling in his belly. Turned him into something so primal intent on nothing but fucking you until you're limp. This time you can tell is different. He doesn't want you to test his limits, he wants you to surrender to them.

"Sometimes you don't know what you've got till it's gone." His voice is harsh. This time his attitude doesn't turn you on; it frightens the shit out of you.

"Oh?" You start to shake with a mixture of cold and fear. "And what will you realise when I'm gone? That I was just your go-to-pussy when she busted your balls over hunter shit you literally can't fucking control?"

"Stop it Y/N, you know it's more complicated than that."

You're silent because you know he's right. It is more complicated. He and Jade did argue constantly and he always found himself at your door afterwards despite the state lines he'd have to cross to seek solace between your legs. You gave him the release he needed but it wasn't enough. They had the history but you had the kind of chemistry only romance novelists wrote about. The pure, unbridled belly coiling sort of chemistry that ignites like gasoline.

All of the beautiful things he uttered to you during your stolen moments together flit around in you skull on a loop and you suddenly can't stop yourself. "You told me you could've fallen in love with me." Your voice is quiet like a scolded child's, struggling to get the words out without your throat closing up around them.

Coming to terms with the idea of letting him go is so much harder than you ever dreamed and you told yourself a thousand times it was inevitable. Even Sam himself told you he would end up breaking your heart but you always secretly hoped that he wouldn't. Being with him made you feel alive but he's slowing killing you now.

"I shouldn't have said that. It wasn't fair and I'm sorry." He takes a deep breath. "But this is for the best."

Finally he glances at you and your eyes meet; his glassy. So much of you wants to look back in disgust laced with hatred for his actions but you can't. The aching inside you isn't hate. It's love and it hurts.

"What about what I think is for the best? What about what I want? Have you given any thought about that Sam? Have you?" He doesn't reply and he doesn't need to. His silence gives you your answer and he knows it.

"What do you want?" He asks eventually.

"You, stupid. You. It's always been, and always will be, you."

It hurts to look at him because the expression etched on his face tells you that isn't what he needed to hear but at the same time exactly what he wanted to. You keep hoping he'll quietly mutter to himself that he's being stupid, stand up, walk over and embrace you with such a ferocity that renders you so utterly breathless you can barely speak. It's the same every time you meet; Sam's conscience kicks in and tells you you can't see each other anymore but as soon as he lays his eyes on you, his resolve crumbles at his feet and all he can conceivably think about doing is fucking you into the middle of next week. You anticipate that outcome but the look engraved across his face tells you that isn't the case.

"I'm sorry." Again, his voice is barely a whisper. Hearing him say he's sorry hurts the most. "I can't do this to her any more."

You want to hit him. You want make him hurt physically the way he's hurting you emotionally. "You can't do this to her? What about what this is doing to me?"

You can't hold back your tears any longer. They cascade down your face in floods and you're quickly gasping for breath. You know you're selfish for wanting him all to yourself when you're the one that keeps pulling him back into your web but you ache to be happy, even if it is with someone you can't have. Before you know it Sam is up on his feet and his arms are around you tightly. He holds the back of your head gently and you let him guide it into his chest, your sobs now muffled by his shirt.

"I'm so sorry Y/N," He whispers, softly stroking your hair. "But we both knew it had to end."

You whimper against him, you hands clutching onto him for dear life. His hand is still on the back of your head and ever so gently you can feel him kissing your hair in an attempt to soothe you but it's only making you feel worse. All you want is to be held by him but he just wants to let go. You take a deep breath in and smell him; the familiar woody scent wafting up your nose making you dizzy. You're instantly transported back to your earliest memory and the stab in your heart grows substantially.

Slowly his hand guides your head away from him and up to look at his face. You try to drink in every single detail of him as quickly as you can but careful not to skim over anything. From his beautifully deep brown eyes, his gorgeous pink lips to his thick brown hair messily framing his face, you can't help but let another tear trickle down your cheek as the realisation finally hits home. Knowing that a part so deep inside your heart would discolour and sour at just the mere thought of his name. But he's a Winchester. Infamous in the circles you run in. You'll never be able to outrun it. Or him.

He brings his other hand up to hold your head between them. "I can't bear to see you cry," He mutters quietly, his lips in a sad frown. "And I hate it even more that I'm the reason you're crying."

With his index finger, he wipes away a tear and even that gentle touch has you quivering as you stare deeply into his eyes, feeling more tears spill out of yours. You can't do it - you can't let him go. Regardless of how many times you told him you could, you can't. You love him too much.

"I love you." The words are out of your mouth before your brain even has chance to register. Sam's face has shock written all over it and your mouth opens in a wide O. "Shit, I shouldn't have-" Your words are cut off mid-sentence by Sam's lips against yours, so painfully soft just like you remember and you melt completely under his touch. He pulls away slowly, flashing you a small dimpled smile as you feel your knees almost buckle beneath you. He quickly looks to his watch and sighs.

"I have to go."

"Please Sam don't."

He sighs, "I have to."

"You don't have to, please. I'm begging you."

"Y/N please don't make this any harder than it already is." You don't reply; it's already as hard as it's ever going to be. "I never wanted to hurt you. It was the absolute last thing I wanted, but I, I..." He trails off.

"I what?"

"I need to do right by her."

"Of course you do." You step away from him knowing there's nothing more you can do. Sam has made his decision and you'll be damned if you can make him change his mind now. You watch him slowly walk to the chair, grab his coat and slowly put it on. Your mind wanders, thinking of what perfection nestles beneath his clothes, how you'd spend hours practically worshipping his cock while he'd be nailing you so hard into the wall, the entire building would shake. Had you known the last time you met with Sam at that seedy motel in the ass end of nowhere would be the last time you got to feel him inside you, you'd have made more of an effort to savour the moment rather than hastily beg for him to fuck your brains out.

"I better go." He says again striding back towards you and holds his hand to you cheek delicately.

"Then go, you mustn't keep her waiting."

His hand falls to his side heavily. "I'm sorry."

"Don't." You hold your hand up to ssh him. "I can't bear to hear you say it any more. Jus-just leave." Your eyes follow him as he paces to the door slowly before pulling it open and with one last look over his shoulder he gazes back at you for the last time, the sparkle in his eyes present as ever.

"Take care of yourself."

You can't bring yourself to return the goodbye. It would make it final, complete - infinite. You blink the tears from your eyes witnessing the door slam behind him. In that instant, you collapse on the floor a broken shell as a horrible unfamiliar aching floods your chest and you can't stop yourself from crying out in despondency.

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* those in bold and struck through, I couldn’t tag. If you’d like to be added to any of my tag lists (Negan/Supernatural/Forever), don’t hesitate to drop me an ask x

#sam winchester #sam winchester x you #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester one shot #sam winchester fanfiction #jared padalecki #jared padalecki one shot #jared padalecki fanfiction #spn #spn one shot #spn fanfic #spn fanfiction #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural one shot

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mairah-ariana · 6 years

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Alright y’all I don’t get up on my soapbox often anymore because I’ve honestly taken several steps back from this community for a whole slew of reasons, but that isn’t relevant right now. I might get a lot of heat for this and quite frankly I just don’t care, so there is something that needs to be said.

JUST. STOP.

This constant stream of call out posts, and secrets blogs, and “so-and-so is a terrible person because they said x, y, and z”, ALL OF THIS STUPID ASS HORSESHIT needs to just fucking stop.

How hard is it, truly to treat each other like human beings?

Spoilers: ITS NOT.

I have been a part of this community since ARR Beta, and I’ve been involved my fair share of drama and bullshit, but aren’t you guys fucking tired? I know I am. I miss the days when people could just post about the fucking game and enjoy each other’s screenshots instead of someone whipping up some shitstorm against someone else because they like something I consider to be “wrong”, or they don’t think the same as me. So WHAT? You don’t have to like everyone, you don’t have to get along with everyone. Its an inevitability that you will run into people that aren’t your kind of people, and you know what? Its ok, move on. You don’t have to tear each other down. People having different opinions from you doesn’t make them a bad person. It doesn’t make them “problematic” or a racist, or nazi or whatever the fuck words are being thrown around anymore. Not everything in life has to be perfectly PC, and I promise you that anyone who says that they have never said or done anything wrong or hurt someone in some way by something they said is fucking lying to you. We need to stop playing the “so-and-so is worse than me because blah blah blah” blame game. We all hurt other people. We all say the wrong thing sometimes, its doesn’t make us the god damned devil it makes us human. All we can do is try to be better for ourselves and for each other. I’m really seeing a lot of the opposite lately. Instead of applying the golden rule to their social encounters people are just hateful and vengeful and trying to play the victim card when the roles are switched and all kinds of shit and its truly disappointing.

I get there are sometimes legitimate concerns that crop up and need to be addressed, but y’all have taken it too damn far. Using your personal vendettas against people to sway public opinion is just fucking gross. Half of it I think is probably some sick social climbing game where people are fighting to be “better” than the next person. None of you are better than anyone else here. We are all people who deserve the chance to peacefully coexist. We deserve the chance to try to make friends and enjoy the damn game we all love and care about. Treat people how you want to be treated. THINK before you speak. Tell the truth. Be yourself. OWN EVERYTHING YOU SAY AND DO. If everyone applied these things to their own lives this would be a much happier and healthier community to be in.

I don’t really know what else to say. I’m just tired. I want to enjoy this community again, and with all this shit its making it really hard for me to do that. Everyone here has something beautiful and inspiring to offer and it just makes me sad and disgusted that the drama and the lies and the backstabbing just never seems to end. We all deserve better, so BE BETTER.

#Seriously guys #we are better than this #DO BETTER #ffxiv drama #haven't had to use that tag in a hot minute

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legionnaireslover · 6 years

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This one really takes the butthurt cake tonight...

If you REALLY want RAW BUTTHURT, I would have to say “Blackadder” anon takes the booby prize tonight! Feast your eyes on this horseshite -

First Blackadder posted this to Gator:

“Resent, IDK if link got screened) Ben, what'll it take? A guilt trip? Cause you know you're not only punishing yourself, right? I brought up twospiritanon from dreamwidth before for good reason. There are people literally getting nightmares fuelled by your stress, dude. Everything and everyone is connected. If you can't do it for you, do it for them, for your family, and for whatever true friends you have left. Stop. punishing. yourself. Stop letting other people punish you. Blackadder Anon Anonymous

Gator’s reply:

Sigh. Yep. Not to mention the skeptics who have been threatened and harassed over this. Posted 2 hours ago

Then Blackadder was back with more...

“Blackadder has had it up to here. Sorry if I’m being spammy, but if BC really is reading here I think there’s stuff he needs to see. You Are Not Fooling Any One This is what I meant when I said nightmares. Empathy makes Benedict a magnificent actor, but it’s a two way street. You don’t suffer alone, bub. Buddhism has taught you about how “all living beings” share their plights. You keep yourself in detrimental positions like this? You share it with others whether you intend to or not. The only way to go from rock bottom is up. And I agree, Gator, it’s also gone too far when people quietly living their lives are doxxed and harassed for having some heart. YEARS, and the cycle is still going. 2018 is showing promise as a year of change. PLEASE, Mr. Cumberbatch, take advantage of that.

Wow! Just WOW! So what she is saying is that some over-entitled Septics are working THEMSELVES into a lather about the fact that BC married Sophie and Blackadder has the GALL to call Ben out and say that HE should feel GUILTY enough about causing the Septics PAIN and SUFFERING so he should dump his wife and kids to end the Septics misery!!!

And get a load of Gator making sure she includes all those long suffering humanitarian Haters in on all the poor victims of Ben’s three year campaign to make them miserable!

”IT’S GONE TOO FAR WHEN PEOPLE QUIETLY LIVING THEIR LIVES ARE DOXXED AND HARASSEED FOR HAVING SOME HEART!!!” OMFG!!! Is this how they actually view themselves!?!?!?!

Grow the fuck up Haters! And don’t blame the target of your hate! You are the ONLY ones responsible if you feel “miserable” just because someone got MARRIED!!!!!

#benedict cumberbatch #butthurt haters don’t get to blame Ben!#They should just grow the fuck up!

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