This is my comic Blame. It’s taken me a VERY long time to create this (mentally not physically. Physically it only took me a little over a week to draw).
Just reblogging this because no one gets to see it when it’s buried in my blog, and the whole point of the comic was to make me tell people.
Unbelievably sad. A nine year old bullied to death in four days. 9 years old. Children who identify as LGBTQ deserve to be protected and supported at school!
#JamelMyles
Straights say homophobia doesn’t exist because marriage equality was passed, this is absolutely revolting #protectLGBTQyouth
The kids who bullied him may have been young, but that gives them zero, ZERO excuses to bully someone. There is no need to be so hateful to push someone to suicide. Parents also need to teach their kids better at home because at that age, children are very impressionable and will feed off of other people’s bad actions. Teachers need to teach kids not just subjects, but how to act in general. In a teacher’s presence these children need to be taught. School is where children are taught how to interact. So if they’re not stopped or educated on what’s bad, they’re still going to do it. They may even know it’s bad, who knows, but at that point they need to be stopped. Bullying is bullying no matter what age, and it’s better for children to be taught right away that it’s bad. May this poor boy Rest In Peace. It disgusts me that anybody can do this, but it really disgusts me that CHILDREN did this.
so i’ll definitely get hate for this but why do none of you acknowledge that steve practically gaslighted and belittled tony since they first fucking met
this btw comes from someone who’s been gaslighted since i was child, believe me, this shit is really damaging. watching steve looking down on tony is honestly triggering to me when i think about it for too long.
steve hates tony for some goddamn reason in the first avengers, he acts entitled every fucking time tony speaks or breathes. “oooh you’re so egotistical, you think you’re so fucking good huh”, “god tony every time i think you’ll understand you just prove me wrong” like tony isn’t the one trying to talk to steve to reach a common ground
steve acts like tony is the arrogant guy here which ironically enough it’s the complete opposite. everyone in canon and fanon acts like tony is the unreasonable one like steve didn’t spit at the face of 100+ countries for not wanting more ppl to die by the avengers without any consequences. yes steve does belittle tony every time they share a scene, and we’re supposed to be on steve’s side all the time
steve is always right and tony is always wrong that’s what they want to convince you
Can I also point out that when Steve found the missiles in Avengers 1 he never tells Tony “yo, you were right for being suspicious, sorry for acting like a dick.”
Also in the same movie he criticized Tony for being part of the military industrial complex despite espousing a soldier’s ideology, saying nothing about Howard’s contribution, and completely ignoring Tony’s efforts to redirect his company toward sustainable energy instead.
word count:438 rating:g summary: the joys and betrayals of bringing baked goods to boy’s football
Kevin Thomas took one bite out of the sugar cookie and crumbs dotted his turquoise uniform. His dark brown eyes bulged and he stared down at it, still chewing. Eric liked how long his eyelashes were.
“You made these, Dicky?” said Kevin, all awe. “From a box or something?”
Eric rearranged the cookies in the Tupperware, hiding the cookies with the poorly done icing on the bottom and hiding the sudden heat all over his face. Kevin didn’t even care about the mess he was making—that’s how good Eric’s cookies were.
“No—well. Me and my mama start with all the regular ingredients from scratch. Flour and sugar and all that. It’s really not that hard.”
Kevin reached for another one. Eric flattened out the little smile that bubbled out of him.
“I’d make a hundred cookies every day if I were you,” said Kevin, mouth full. “Like, seriously, every day. What’s stopping you?”
“I can only use the oven when my mom’s around.”
Kevin scoffed. “Do it in the dead of night, crawl on your belly like a commando. I sneak out into the pantry seven nights a week.” And then, making sure to grab one last cookie for himself: “Y'all! Dicky brought food!”
The rest of the team descended upon the park bench, sweaty boys with muddy ankles and sun cast frowns.
“Are they covered in ants?”
“Ugh, I’m not eating any of those if we just have red Gatorade. We need milk.”
“Why’d you eat them all?? Kevin, you old fatso.”
“Did you pour these out of a box, Dicky?”
“No, he made them in an easy bake oven!”
The full mouths started chortling and there was a flash of eyes that meant that a new joke was about to get strung up like a piñata.
“Anna busted her easy bake oven.”
“My grandma makes cookies.”
“Hey, you calling Dicky a granny?”
“My dad said if it walks like a duck!”
“Grandma duck—oh, oh! Granny Dicky!”
“Yeah, Dicky, where’s the easy bake oven? You bring it with you?”
This was from Kevin Thomas. It got the loudest laugh and thus ended court—the cookies were finished anyway. Eric smiled despite all this. A whistle pierced the air and some of the boys went to congregate around it. Eric snapped close the lid of the empty Tupperware. Then, as though he noticed his own body for the first time, Kevin looked down at the mess of crumbs on his uniform and brushed them off with the back of his hand.
At a young age you learned a vital lesson: never hesitate. Whether you’re rejecting a confession or staring down the sight of a gun, split second decisions have been ingrained in your blood, so when your best friend is brutally murdered the choice is simple.
You’ll stop at nothing to exact your revenge on the man who took her from you, even if it means facing the three men you’d spent years running away from.
Can you survive a deal with Embertide University’s very own Archdemons, or will your dark history with them bring everything you’re working toward crashing down?
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Step Brother!Suna, Iwaizumi, and Matsukawa
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: pseudocest, minor character death, breaking and entering, cyber espionage, mentions of: bullying, mafia dealings, human trafficking
A/N: HELLO FRIENDS! Welcome to the first chapter of my newest series! This is a pretty mild start to introduce the characters and story, so I hope you enjoy it! Thank you to my beta readers @/krystalgaia for looking over this for me!
As always my content is 18+ only MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
Coruscating light dances along the edge of my vision, dimmed by the dark tint of the town car’s window. Someone new, someone who didn’t look too deeply, might be blinded by the falsity of this place. Fall for the mesmeric facade the Mayor struggles to maintain. It’s easy to feel that Ember is an innocuous haven, an escape from the cruelty of the other, larger cities nearby.
But I know better. I grew up on these streets. Have seen the monsters that linger in the shadows of the dark alleys.
Ember isn’t any safer than the rest of this world. Miscreants lurk around every corner, waiting for their chance to pounce- to maim and devour the unfortunate souls caught in the web of lies that surround the city. They aren’t even the ones you should fear, not here. Ember’s real villains hide in plain sight, a masquerade only money and power could keep intact. The Embertide Elite, alumni from the local University. Generation upon generation of mendacity. A hierarchy of outdated principles, harsh expectations, and condescension.
A life I escaped long ago.
I shouldn’t be here, yet here I am, sitting in the back of a fancy car and barreling toward everything- everyone- I had run from. This is a mistake. I can already feel the dread seeping into my bones as I edge closer to the monstrosity that is the Embertide Auditorium. Packed inside of the carefully sculpted bricks and manicured lawn are the best and brightest- Embertide University’s source of pride. In reality they’re just a bunch of pampered bullies, but the world would never view them that way. Their success would blind everyone to the truth, just as it always has.
The car pulls to a stop entirely too soon. My fingers tremble on my lap, vision swimming as my head begins to feel light, breaths coming in short bursts as I glance out the window to the crowd of waiting media workers.
“Y/N.” I manage to tear my gaze from the window, glancing to the front and meeting Tanaka’s gaze in the rear view mirror. His smoky Aegean eyes say everything without a word passing through his firm lips. Fluttering my own eyes closed I draw in a deep breath, holding it for a ten count and blowing it out through my nose. I’m here for a reason, I just need to focus on that.
Tanaka rounds the car, opening the door and holding a hand out. I accept it, easing myself from the seat and standing tall. This is just the beginning.
A single step on my journey to revenge.
It’s an odd sensation, having every eye in the room on you. A weird mixture of empowerment and overwhelming anxiety roars through my veins, my heartbeat pounding against the inside of my skull. I shouldn’t be here. I don’t belong, not any more.
I can feel the weight of the judging stares and harsh whispers. My body defies their rules, a testament only proven by the harsh glares sent my way from beneath their ornate masks. The floor length golden dress I donned for the evening sports double hip high slits in the sides, revealing too much skin to fit the modest expectations of the crowd. Each step I take down the grand staircase showcases the dark swirls of ink that cover both of my thighs. The deep v along my chest reveals the same swirls. It’s everywhere. Down both arms, across my full chest and back, my thighs. A story permanently etched into my skin. My tattoos are just another reason for condemnation here.
I can hear my step-grandmother rolling in her grave. I already know she’d have colorful words about my appearance. Unsightly. Inelegant. Offensive. The marks of a delinquent. I chuckle to myself, frowning slightly at the noise before schooling my features back to their usual placidity.
The hair on the back of my neck raises, goosebumps spreading across my exposed skin. My fists close to fight against the instinct to wrap my arms around myself. Scanning the room I find them, the piercing eyes that have haunted my every nightmare and wet dream for as long as I can remember.
Have you ever jumped into a river in the dead of winter? That’s what it feels like to be caught under the curious gaze of Suna Rintarou, my step brother. I can’t decide if I want to run away or fall to my knees before him, obsequious to his every desire.
I hate it. I hate the way my very soul reacts to him. Aches to be in his presence.
Forcing my eyes off of him, I notice his two best friends Iwaizumi and Matsukawa standing to his left. Their eyes are pinned to me as well. For the briefest moment I feel panic bubble up my throat, my mind screaming at me to run while I can. They don’t recognize me, they can’t. Not with this intricate golden mask obscuring half of my features. Deep breaths.
“Now what is someone as breathtaking as you doing attending an event of this stature alone?”
Turning to the side I’m met with a very tall, broad shoulders man. He’s dressed in a more simple suit, the top two buttons of his white dress shirt undone. A rule breaker, at least his attitude conveyed that he seemed to think so. His mask is as plain as his suit, but the startling chestnut eyes shining from beneath it hint at a hidden beauty that on any other day may have pulled me in. A quick glance out of the corner of my eye confirms my next actions.
If the barely noticeable furrow in Rin’s brow is any tell, our interaction won’t last very long anyway.
“I actually just moved to the area. My uncle asked me to attend in his place. He’s not a very social person these days.” A lie of course. For tonight, at least, no one will know who I am. As far as Ember is concerned until 9 am tomorrow LN YN left and decided to never come home.
I bite back a grimace as he takes my hand, pressing a kiss to the back and grinning at me. “Well then, allow me to be the first to welcome you to Ember, Miss..” He trails off, expectancy written in his eyes as he waits for my name.
“Come now Touma, surely you don’t think that someone so enchanting would ever give you the time of day if she saw you outside of the Masquerade. Why waste your time?” It’s hard to breathe, the sound of Rin’s voice alone setting every nerve in my body on edge. I really shouldn’t be here.
“Suna. I see you and the rest of the volleyball goons decided to come drink the bar dry,” Touma responds dryly, not bothering to drop my hand from his grasp. Rin’s eyes narrow on the link between us, his lips turning down at the corner just slightly. He’s annoyed.
Oh how I am enjoying this.
Taking half a step closer to Touma, I flutter my eyelashes up at him, feigning innocent curiosity. “A friend of yours,” pausing, I duck my head a little, imitating shyness before adding a soft “Touma?” I stifle a laugh. It’s too easy. Anyone nearby could see the way his eyes light up, the little golden hearts that seem to fill them. Barely even a minute into meeting me and he’s wrapped around my finger, putty in my hands. It’s disappointing really. I love a good challenge.
Touma stands a little taller, his cheeks coloring a bright red. “This is Suna Rintarou, Captain of the universities’ volleyball team.”
I finally turn to face Rin, ignoring the sharp glare he is throwing Touma. He turns his attention to me, eyes glowing with a possessive desire that threatens to steal the breath from my lungs. Really, I shouldn’t revel in how easily Touma melts for me when one glance from my step brother and I’m practically a puddle. I don’t even have time to address him before a firm weight clamps down on Touma’s shoulder. Iwaizumi’s thick fingers digging into the boy’s shoulder as he issues a rough greeting.
I’m not surprised when Touma suddenly excuses himself, his face much paler in the face of the three deviants. Archdemons, I muse. A fact Noya had dug up for me. The royalty of Embertide University. A crock of bullshit if you ask me. They’re still the same insecure bullies they’ve always been. The only difference is now they have an entire college campus to terrorize instead of the high school.
“Dance with me.” A command, not a question. Rin’s arrogance has only amplified since I left him behind during my first year of high school.
“I’m sorry, I don’t-”
“You can trust me,” he interjects. Bile rises in my throat at the words. Trust him? That’s laughable. The best goddamn joke I’ve ever heard. But for tonight I’m not me. Y/N doesn’t exist right now, and neither does our history. So I slide my hand in his, allowing him to pull me further into the crowd.
I really shouldn’t be here. If a single glance from Rin had me melting, the feel of his large hand settled on my waist, his fingers on the other hand entwined with my own as he guides me in lazy circles, is debilitating. I’m surprised my brain has managed to function well enough to follow his lead.
The way he’s watching me isn’t helping either. I know that look. It’s just how he used to look at me. Back before everything changed. Before our parents got married. Back when it was just Rin and Y/N. My chest aches with an all too familiar pain, one I had buried years ago. I swallow thickly, forcing myself to watch the crowd around us in a weak attempt to push that feeling back where it belongs.
“Do I scare you?”
Rin’s voice is soft, but the curve of his lip tells me exactly what he wants my answer to be. “No,” I snort, shoulders tensing as the sound escapes me. Peeking at him from the corner of my eyes, I notice the way his eyes have narrowed slightly. Shit. Time to go, this is too reckless. I’m not here for him- for them. I let myself get too lost in the anonymity of the event. A small taste of the life I’ll never have. A life where they’re just Rin, Hajime, and Issei. Where I’m just Y/N. A life without this gaping hole in my heart that happens to look just like them.
“You should be.” His breath is warm against the shell of my ear when he leans in. It sends shock waves straight to my core, lighting a fire I’d thought long extinguished. I can barely contain a groan when his nose presses against the soft skin below my ear, breathing me in. The room seems so much warmer now, sweat beading along the back of my neck. I have to get out of here.
My mind races, searching for an excuse, when a voice clears over my shoulder. Issei stands behind me, eyes raking along my exposed back hungrily before flitting to Rin’s face. “That special donor Coach mentioned just arrived.” It sounds sketchy, the way he puts emphasis on the word special. I’m not surprised they’re doing business here. With the massive crowd to cover their brief disappearance. It’s the perfect place and time for a meeting with Embertide’s mafia kingpins.
Rin pulls away. My body aches at the loss of his touch, his warmth. “I’m afraid I have duties to attend to, pretty girl. Thank you for the dance.” His eyes bore into my own as he lifts my arm, lips pressing a ghost of a kiss against the inside of my wrist.
YN.exe has stopped working. Pretty girl. Holy fuck. What I would do to hear those words fall from his pretty lips again-
I deflate, shoulders dropping. I’m not Y/N tonight. If I was he’d certainly never have called me something so sweet. My permanently bruised heart aches. I already knew I shouldn’t be here. I don’t know why I am letting myself feel so hurt.
Ignoring the sudden need to scrub his touch from my skin, I watch them walk away, getting swallowed by the crowd, I grab my dress and head in the opposite direction. The Embertide Archdemons aren’t the only ones here to work tonight.
Pushing through a side door I quickly shimmy out of the bright gold dress, pressing it into a bag that Tanaka had stashed by the back door. I slip into a pair of black skinny jeans and a dark sweater. Slinging the bag over my shoulder, I creep across the empty campus- it’s time to get what I came for.
Breaking into a college Dean’s office really shouldn’t be so easy, but it is. Or maybe I’m just so used to a good b&e that it seems easy. Suga had hacked in and looped the cameras earlier in the evening, so I slip into the room unnoticed, accessing his computer and planting a program that Suga had designed to mimic his antivirus while providing us constant access to any files he opens.
It is an invasion of his- and everyone he interacts with- privacy. A small part of me feels guilty for what I’m doing. But really if he doesn’t want his computer to be hacked or his phone bugged he shouldn’t be knee deep in a criminal organization with rumored ties to a large scale human trafficking ring. I can write off a lot of crimes, but dealing in people will never be one of them. Whatever happens, he deserves it. He’s just a stepping stone for me anyway. I have much more important heads to cut off of this hydra.
Tanaka is waiting at the far end of the campus when I make it there. Gone is the fancy town car he had ‘borrowed’. Instead he leans casually against his motorcycle, arms crossed over his chest and head tilted back. We’ve been friends for a few years. Met when my father and his wife, Rin’s bitch of a mother, had shipped me off to some hell hole school for troubled teens.
We had only become closer recently, after his sister, my best friend, had been brutally murdered. A shiver runs up my spine at the memory. All they’d even recovered of her was a single tooth and a few nails. Instinctively my hands grip the necklace tucked beneath my shirt. Her necklace. I’d cleaned the blood off of it, knowing she’d hate to see it so ruined. Tanaka’s eyes fall on me, noticing the way I cling to the jewelry.
“Mission accomplished?”
He doesn’t mention Saeko. Like me he knows that nothing either one of us could say would bring her back. The only thing we can do is move forward. Which is exactly why I’m here, returned to this shithole of a town, to willingly face down my own demons. “Mission accomplished.” I grin as I climb onto the motorcycle behind him.
Nothing heals the wounds in our hearts like a healthy dose of revenge.
At a young age you learned a vital lesson: never hesitate. Whether you’re rejecting a confession or staring down the sight of a gun, split second decisions have been ingrained in your blood, so when your best friend is brutally murdered the choice is simple.
You’ll stop at nothing to exact your revenge on the man who took her from you, even if it means facing the three men you’d spent years running away from.
Can you survive a deal with Embertide University’s very own Archdemons, or will your dark history with them bring everything you’re working toward crashing down?
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Step Brother!Suna, Iwaizumi, and Matsukawa
Please understand that I am not supporting the messages she sent. I acknowledge that the messages she sent were wrong, so does she. But can you let us rest please. I am not victim blaming. I spent the past week or so worrying about what happened to her, and then this happened and I didn’t even know she was the anon.
Y'all immediately knew it was her. Because you know that you purposefully made assumptions.
Part of me feels like you aren’t telling the whole story, but from what I understand, you hurt her.
It doesn’t justify the messages, especially not to the other blogs that didn’t. But please note, that ignoring someone and sending them a message that tells them to stop tagging you and using you for “clout” when she was trying to make friends, is rude. And then acting as though you have no idea why she’d be upset, is also rude.
I don’t think that someone being creepily nice, or “obviously” being fake for sending people encouraging messages, gives you the right to assume things about her, and then all but scoff when she deactivates.
And then sit here and act like she’s just jealous of your skill and that her actions over the course of an hour or so, somehow crosses a line with you, doesn’t excuse the time you spent ignoring her and blocking her for nothing but kindness and them exposing her for no reason and playing the victim when she comes back because she’s hurting. She wanted to be your friend.
Y'all mocked her.
I feel awful for all the blogs that received the message, which was copy pasted, and wrong.
And barely more than a couple of sentences doesn’t make what you three and @nafeary did completely innocent
TW suicide and nafeary-typical cursing
…are you fucking blaming us for getting upset over asks telling us to kill ourselves? You wanna hear my part of the story? Fine okay, I’ll be open about this since I apparently have to justify why I’m mad at someone telling me and my friends to kill themselves
First of tho, we didn’t immediately know it was her lmao. What made you assume that? In case you didn’t notice, we were a bit preoccupied with looking at our hate asks. Some of the receivers are already suicidal. Writer-Akihiko was unable to continue talking to us because the suicide comment shocked him too much. We had other things on our mind than theorizing who tf wrote that.
If there’s one thing I hate, it’s fake people. And that’s just how venus-writes appeared to me—and my gut feeling about whether a person’s vibe is good or bad has never failed me. So I just chose not to interact with her. It’s not rude to ignore someone, you’re choosing who you want to interact with. Because news flash, you’re not obligated to interact with someone just because they sent you a message or smth.
And yes, I’ve ignored an ask of hers. Her telling me that I’m one of her favorite blogs even tho she has never interacted with it prior to that just didn’t sit right with me. You don’t have to like my work, you don’t have to follow me etc. but I just think you’d want to do all these things if you genuinely like someone’s work. So I chose to ignore it.
“She wanted to be your friend” okay, but I didn’t. I’m not going to enter a relationship with someone if I can’t reciprocate their feelings. I’m not the type of person to act like I like you when I don’t. So this is my side of the story. Idgaf whether you think that makes me a horrible person.
Also, we aren’t acting like we have no idea why she’s upset. Because she has no reason to be upset. Some people didn’t want to befriend you? Sucks, but you’ll find someone you can vibe with. You felt insulted? Okay, sucks, but get over it. People are you calling you out for plagiarizing their works and telling them to commit suicide? That’s kinda what happens I’m sorry to break it to ya.
And this is where I’m getting really fucking upset with you, and I’m starting to question whether you know two shits about what is right and wrong.
“Playing the victim.”
Ya know what? Fuck you, I’m so fucking done with your attitude. Get it into your thick skull that we are indeed the victims here. Not her. She’s merely getting the backlash she deserves. WE fucking received the damn asks, not her. Oh boohoo we mocked her, SHE TOLD US TO DIE. Yes, I’m calling her trash. How is that mocking if it’s the truth?
You know that this fucking is? She’s one step away from being a murderer. Look at you defending that. This is revolting on so many levels.
Ignoring her was a choice we did to keep things real and civil. What she chose to do could have potentially destroyed our lives. I’m incredibly thankful for everyone who is there to remind me that hate anons spout nothing but bullshit and don’t even deserve to call themself humans because their intelligence, basic reason, and courtesy are non-existent. But not everyone has that.
Stop fucking defending them as though they were a 3 year old kid who can’t tell whether pushing a kid down a flight of stairs is immoral or not.
(TW: hate anon, death threat, cyberbullying, bullying, suicide)
below are some hate asks my friends & i have received, seemingly from the same user. please take note of the wording used.
a zoomed-in version so it’s easier to read:
and this is the one i got:
yall see this? so let’s establish the fact that this user (here’s the link to their blog so you can block & report them) is most likely sending the exact same VERBATIM hate ask to various people in the ikemen fandom. and obviously we do not fuck with that in this household.
now let’s expose the other problematic thing they’re doing:
STEALING PEOPLE’S WORKS.
i’m going to comb through their blog so you don’t have to, expose the works they’ve stolen, and include the links to the ones which i can find the ORIGINALlinks to
EXHIBIT 1:
this is a theo x f!reader x arthur NSFW threesome that my friend @writer-akihiko wrote. here, take a look:
the repost, that somehow changed it into a mozart x reader as if that would cover up the fact that it was literally stolen word for word, posted ALSO on 25 feb 2021
the repost, ALSO posted on 25 feb 2021 (from this point on, please assume they’re all posted on 25 feb 2021 unless otherwise stated bc i’m getting tired)
there’s way more that they’ve stolen but i’m going to stop here bc i think i’ve proven my point.
anyway, we do NOT condone sending hate asks AND stealing work in this fandom. with the receipts i have, there really is no room for doubt. if the links even are working (bc they stopped working for me when i was busy combing through their blog for dirt), feel free to verify the facts for yourself.
PLEASE REBLOG THIS TO SIGNAL BOOST + REPORT & BLOCK THEM.
if you have any additional dirt please DM them to me. let’s keep the ikemen fandom a safe, wholesome, lovely place, yeah? let the trash take itself out <3
yes, it does matter. this isn’t an issue of ✨ opinion ✨. things that are about opinions are “who’s your favourite suitor?”, “which route did you like the best?”, “did you like the recent event?” and so on.
matters pertaining to MORALITY, attacking real people with real words that can cause real harm, are NOT. some people who were sent those asks are actively suicidal. what if that ask had triggered them and they really decided to take their lives? you still wanna sit there and call this a matter of “opinion” when people’s REAL LIVES can be affected?
this isn’t about trashing that person’s reputation (not that they ever had much to begin with, or that it was ever really flattering to her, but i digress). the reason why i made the original post was to raise awareness in the fandom so people know who to avoid when navigating tumblr in order to keep themselves, their works, and their friends safe.
the reason why i and several others have been calling her and anyone defending her out is bc like i said, this is a matter of RIGHT OR WRONG. if you defend someone who told innocent people to kill themselves, you’re validating theirwrong immoral actions. you are giving them the green light to do it again and to more people. do you want that? do you want more people to be told their work is shit and they should kill themselves? do you want those already affected by the first round of hate asks to receive even more?
and about this ‘bad feeling’ you speak of: it was already created when she decided to send those hate asks and steal other people’s work. we, the victims, are rightfully defending ourselves, our friends & our works. if it gives her ‘pleasure’ to see people fighting over this, that’s a matter between her and the therapist she is hopefully seeing. but i won’t ever EVER stop trying to protect my works and my friends in this fandom, period.
any other doubts you’d like me to clear up, or can i actually catch a fucking break for once?
(TW: Suicide, Bullying, Cyberbullying)
Ok so I haven’t spoken up about this until now but I 100% agree with @delicateikemenmemes.
No matter what you are going through, no matter how painful life may be for you, there is NO. FUCKING. EXCUSE. For telling people to killthemselves. There is no excuse for dragging someone down so low to the point where they feel like they should leave the Earth and never return. You never know how badly your words can affect someone. Yes we all make dumb decisions and say stupid shit that we don’t mean, but going out of your way to not only steal people’s work, something that they had worked so hard on, but also insult them and tell them to kill themselves is absolutely wrong and beyond heinous.
Luckily I have not received any hate from said anon, but to those who have, please continue to live. Please continue to do what you love. You are cherished and talented and deserve so much love and respect. Never stop being your beautiful selves and sharing your amazing talents with all of us ✨
Is there a reason that people are suddenly finding the need to bully me through anonymous messages? My health along with my mental health has been really bad over the last month and I would appreciate it if people could be mature and just leave me alone if they don’t like me. Okay? If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.
At a young age you learned a vital lesson: never hesitate. Whether you’re rejecting a confession or staring down the sight of a gun, split second decisions have been ingrained in your blood, so when your best friend is brutally murdered the choice is simple.
You’ll stop at nothing to exact your revenge on the man who took her from you, even if it means facing the three men you’d spent years running away from.
Can you survive a deal with Embertide University’s very own Archdemons, or will your dark history with them bring everything you’re working toward crashing down?
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Step Brother!Suna, Iwaizumi, and Matsukawa
SIMBLR CANNOT STAY SILENT ANY LONGER ABOUT BULLIES.
TW: suicide/self harm below the gif
The TRANS MAN (Bucky) that Cowbuild misgendered and deadnamed….who Cowbuild has continually insisted is me, and doesn’t exist. [When there is PLENTY of evidence otherwise] has been constantly harrassed by anon haters since coming out and speaking his part about how Cowbuild abused him. Because it IS abuse.
Bucky was vulnerable with the community and spoke openly about having a very rare disease that makes him vulnerable to wanting to hurt themselves. He shared how Cowbuild’s words DEEPLY affected him. He shared how he wants Cowbuild to remove the transphobic and hateful comments. And he stood up against his bully and abuser.
Then, he comes to this community, a community he thinks will understand what he has gone through, and he makes a simple request for help using a gofundme in relation to two sick puppies. He offers, the ENTIRE TIME to provide proof if needed, and tells people they don’t have to give if they don’t want to. One of his puppies ends up passing away, which is a heartbreaking thing for any pet owner to go through. Again, he offers proof of this.
Instead of understanding, he gets CONSTANT hateful comments in his ask box, with people using anons and burner accounts. People accusing him of trying to scam for money using a fake story. And even people telling him to hurt himself, and suggesting ways to take his life.
All while simblr was silent.
This is the lowest the community has ever come. I have been reblogging, and tagging, and screaming and trying to get people to listen and only a few people have had the nerve to remotely say anything. I am making this post hoping it’s becauase people don’t understand the situation, rather than they don’t care because it doesn’t “effect” them.
The most recent post on bucky’s (@victimofcowbuild’s) tumblr is written by his husband. Because Bucky cannot post at the moment. Because they attempted to harm themselves last night and are not mentally able to handle being on tumblr. I am not going to go into the details of WHAT happened, but I do want simblr to know that between all of the anon hate, and people not speaking up and telling the bullies to stop it this is the result.
The breaking point came when someone decided to circumvent Bucky’s ask box and send an ask to @littleblackbooksims calling Bucky a scammer. Bucky then posted a screenshot of their vet bill, leaving the name of the vet uncensored. Telling people they could call the vet’s office and confirm if a dog with the name “Fleetwood” was treated there. I have confirmation from Bucky’s husband that the vet’s office was spammed with harrassing calls. The vet’s office has record of this, and is keeing record of it. Bucky’s husband also allowed us [bucky’s friends] to make statements trying to raise awareness in the community as long as we were respectful.
I KNOW FOR A FACT THAT THESE ANON ACCOUNTS AND ASKS THAT HAVE BEEN PESTERING BUCKY ARE PART OF THE PRO-PAYWALL MAFIA GROUP THAT WE EXPOSED.
1) Because Bucky did not receive anon hate until he started calling out Cowbuild and sharing his story.
2) Because some of these SAME accounts that have been circumventing anon asks being turned off are the same accounts that tried to blackmail me and bully me when I spoke out. They have been harrassing me for a while now.
3) Because this is the M.O of the paywalling side of the argument. I have been dealing with anon/sock account shit for almost 2 years now.
I AM BEGGING YOU SIMBLR, PLEASE REBLOG AND SHARE THIS. LET THE COMMUNITY KNOW THAT THIS IS NOT OKAY. THIS IS NO LONGER PAYWALLS VS NO PAYWALLS. THIS IS NOT CREATOR VS CONSUMER. THIS IS NOT ALPHA VS MAXIS. THIS IS NOT POINTLESS DRAMA.
THIS IS SOMEONE’S LIFE ALMOST ENDING BECAUSE TOXIC ASS PEOPLE IN THE COMMUNITY DECIDED TO HIDE BEHIND ANON ASKS AND SOCK ACCOUNTS AND BULLY THEM.
You can hate me and what I stand for, you can not care about CC, you can think simblr drama is fucking pointless. But this is not drama. This is someone’s life being put in danger because of fucking internet bullies. And we need to put a stop to it and show support and awareness. Please. You can disagree with everything else I say and STILL show support for Bucky.
I am going to put screenshots of some of the comments that were directed at Bucky below the warning gif below. Some screenshots bucky shared with myself and others, others are screenshots from friends, a few are my own. Please do NOT view them if you could be triggered. For your own mental health.
Full offense but we’re not really gonna listen to someone going off about how endos harm DIDOSDD systems by existing if they crosstag it as #pro endo & #endo positivity …(not that we would listen to that anyway bc it’s frankly wrong, but. Crosstagging like that. Really?)
It is absolutely abusive to come into a group’s safe space/positivity tags to invalidate them & tell them they’re bad & harmful just for existing & daring to talk about their experiences. Just fyi.
You wanna talk about that shit? Gross, but fine - if you’re gonna do it, you do it IN YOUR OWN SPACE. NOT the safe space of the group you’re slandering.
