izayathenightmare replied to your post: *cums in a corner* “Please don’t kill me! The anon made me do it!”
He burrows into his hoodie and hides, embarrassed over the whole thing. “Pleasedon’tkillmepleasedon’tkillme!!!!” (It was mostly whoever was online and you were one of the first three on my dash)
//I almost feel insignificant now haha.
Roppi you have hoisted him up in the air and thrown him if he had the strength any of the Heiwajima’s did but unfortunately that wasn’t that case. “Clean up that mess right now, or so help me god. I will do more than just kill you!” He pushed him forward and back into the corner. Fixing him with a death glare and his arms crossed in front of him.
Having already passed the message of Veronica’s escape along to Anya with aid from Corrine, Paige’s focus now lied more on campus grounds, the junior strolling through the halls with little mind for much of anything besides her intended destination. She was also well aware her mere presence brought about a sort of surprise in others as she passed, their glances in her direction and murmurs exchanged amongst themselves keying her in to this obvious fact. The girl was meant to be dead and buried, after all. And given she’d spent her time practically in hiding up until this point, the fact that she was roaming around at all was bound to be a bit of a shock to the majority, to say the least.
OOC;
People are honestly too emotional on this website. You can’t have fun because you might offend someone, you can’t be serious because it’s too boring and uninteresting for others.
Where do you draw the line?
Okay so someone happens to do something on their blog that you, personally, dislike. This is alright. You can feel offended, you can feel insulted, you can feel anything you like. But there is no need to go and outright insult someone over it. That is not how you express yourself, that’s being childish while trying to stamp your point on someone with or without regard to how they might feel. That’s bullying.
You know what would be better? Politely explaining your position. Unfollowing them. Ignoring them. Moving on from what causes you distaste. Forcing your views immaturely down someone’s throat is not how to behave. But if you’re looking to come off as a giant douche or honestly don’t care about anyone else, then I suppose there’s no reason for me to be typing this, is there?
But I think everyone forgets that there are people on the other side of the screen. No, I’m not saying we should all hold hands and sing songs together, because society on a whole is too immature and too blatantly full of themselves and their own little cliques to ever consider getting along on a mutual level. Our generation has proven well enough that “Oh, we can help someone get a fuzzy chicken or spread the news of good things/bad things and explode into hysteria before we understand something completely, but the second someone does something we dislike, it’s Hell on Earth for them until we feel they’ve felt enough of our verbal pain to get the point.” Tumblr is not an escape from bullies, it’s a welcoming party for them. But this is the Internet and obviously manners cannot apply. “Grow thick skin, don’t be so sensitive,” is likely going to be the thought that crosses a vast majority’s mind. Because you know, everyone can cope just the same, everyone can magically become self-assertive enough to let words flow off their shoulders. I can do it, certainly you can act the same.
No. Not everyone can do that. Not everyone is capable of doing that. But people don’t seem to get this through their thick skulls.
I’m saying at least make some effort to remain respectful when you have a quarrel or disagreement with someone.
You do not control how someone may or may not act. You cannot tell someone what is or isn’t wrong for them to do, short of them breaking the law (and even then, there is only so much you can do).
Just because something offends you does not give you right to act like PETA.
PSA: Autobots are just as reckless as Decepticons and guilty of as much foul play. ♥
There’s a reason Optimus wants the Bots to be sheltered from human civilization and to stay hidden, and it isn’t just because the humans might react in a negative and fearful way. On a whole, the Cybertronian culture and way of doing things does not mesh into Earth society (so please STOP comparing their “rights” and “wrongs” to human and Earth norms because what we may see as proper or bad might be something they disregard completely). They’re a species that can handle so much more than any human can possibly imagine to. They are, naturally, reckless because they can handle it. We cannot.
Optimus knows the results of severe culture clashes because he was an Iaconian and had to record things like this on Cybertron AND had to visit Kaon multiple times, which is, GASP, another culture clash. It’s extremely difficult for one culture to give sway to another in any situation.
So stop looking at Autobots and Decepticons in such a black-and-white light, because it’s not that simple. They do things differently than us.
Saturdaaaay || Denise & Mark
The plans had initially come out of almost nowhere but they’d put them together pretty quickly and Mark had been looking forward to them for the best part of the week. It’d taken him a while to decide where he could take Denise to live up to their discussion of a ‘fun’ saturdays. He’d come to the conclusion early on that dinner or a movie wouldn’t be anything too different than what could be done on any other day so he’d settled on go-karts. He knew the place was easy to find, not that he’d been there since he was a kid, but it was one of the only venues he’d managed to come up with that might warrant it being different enough to have an unexpected, but good time.
He’d never found himself to be nervous around girls, not ever since he could remember, but there was something about the past few days that he’d found himself actually being bothered about responses to any invitations of his which was something new to him. As he saw the front door of the house begin to open a small smile was beginning to slowly stretch across his face in anticipation. Once he knew for sure that it was Denise heading towards his car he rolled his window slightly, the smile fully extended into a grin. “Evening.”
