a call for justice

Okay, so, my usual team and I joined a Cyber Security analytics competition as a group of 4. ( the guys’ name were Jonathan, Jeremy, and Jian ). We didn’t know we had to come up with a name for our team, we had a little ( friendly ) bicker about it but I thought I told Jonathan to make our name ‘Cain&Abel’, and it got passed around to Jeremy and Jian. Jeremy is the type of religious guy and he didn’t like Cain because in the bible Cain murdered Abel out of jealousy. He wanted us to call ‘Abel Justice Warriors’ and it got passed around between the other two BUT  I DONT REALLY KNOW WHAT HAPPENED in the end. Jian submitted our name to the committee, guess??? what ??? is ?? it?? 

THE FOUR BORKIAN WARRIORS.

And it’s probably becauseeee I was trying to get Jeremy and Jonathan into Bork memes and those two got addicted. Tagging me in bork memes in FB everyday.

What the frink happened IDK. but in the end the horrid competition thing was filmed on television and youtube. We didn’t win but we certainly became popular within one day.

Sorry to break the news, but you did not report the person behind that blog. Instead, you reported me. And I am still suffering the consequences.

I did not run that blog. Yes, they used my image. All my pictures from Facebook and Instagram, my statuses, even the captions. And then interspersed them with animal abuse images, fantasies about beastiality, other fucking disgusting sentiments.

You people found my Facebook, where I listed my wildlife rescue group. You didn’t think, for a moment, that it was odd that none of these abuse fantasies appeared on Facebook. A girl who was apparently willing to put her face, her location, the names of her family her local fucking vet clinic on her zoophilic Tumblr page, strangely had none of these thoughts on a just-as-public Facebook page.

Not one single person thought, “This is a bit odd, maybe I should reach out to this person just to confirm that it’s them.”

You people, high on some fantastical idea of justice, called the authorities. And I did not even know about the existence of the blog until the RSPCA showed up on my doorstep one night.

THEY, thankfully, had the sense to believe me. As soon as they showed me the page and I broke down in tears, they got the idea. So they told me to go to the police. The police palmed me off to ACORN (a cybercrime body) who dismissed the case because “nobody in the images was under the age of 18.”

Meanwhile, Tumblr had taken the page down, only for it to resurface again last year.

I then pursued a civil case. Emailed lawyers in my local city. They advised me only to take it to Tumblr, who shut down the page a second time. No further action was taken.

I never received another call from wildlife rescue because I was unable to prove that I did not run this disgusting blog. Wildlife is my biggest passion in the world and I may never work in that industry until I can clear my name.

So I messaged this page - report-a-predator. They told me to prove it - fair enough. So I sent them EVERYTHING. The screenshots, my emails to ACORN and SAPOL and Tumblr and the lawyers. They did not respond. I emailed them again, begging them to clear my name. They did not respond.

I am furious. I am fucking enraged that this post even still exists on their page, because the actions of this so-called “justice group” has directly impacted the life of an innocent person and they will do nothing to acknowledge it. Not even respond to a simple email. Not even take down the incriminating post.

I know my blog is tiny, I know nobody follows it, I know this will probably never be seen. But I am not going to be silent.

If you’re ever caught up in a whirlwind of pseudo-justice, maybe check the facts first.

Aries —
there was a war in your childhood home, and you can still remember the fires, how the blood was
pretty and sick on the bathroom’s pristine tiles, your mother’s still warm body limp in the tub.
breathe in through the mouth: in, out, in. you are not guilty. her life is not on your hands.

Taurus —
it is okay to love things more than you love people; practical, even.
people have left you, people will leave you – things, though, ah! things will not abandon you.
buy yourself something nice. it is the least bad out of all your choices.

Gemini —
you die every night and are reborn at dawn; you are a walking graveyard,
an army of yesterdays’ ghosts, and you no longer remember who you were at the beginning.
do not weep for the stranger that once inhabited your bones.

Cancer —
you are in love with the idea of love more than you are in love with your lovers;
that is why all your relationships are fleeting, why you are always falling apart.
all the same, smile when he proposes. pretend you do not know how this is going to end.

Leo —
oh, you poor, poor thing. all you have ever wanted was love’s sunlight, but all you ever got
were the thunderstorms, the clouds above your head heavy with sorrow, and so you chose
to drown out the rain between the thighs of a lover. do not regret it, for they were good nights.

Virgo —
you cradled your heart all your life with such care, and when the day came for you
to hand it to another, it shattered like glass in their grip. they did not mean to hurt you, you know.
they just wanted to hold on, afraid it will slip through their fingers like sand.

Libra —
you are the king of bad choices, from lovers to the fights you pick when you are far from sober;
you lost your sanity along the line between what is right and what is not, and you started hungering.
i fear the day your hunger will be quenched – only justice will sate you, and that calls for everyone’s dying.

Scorpio —
you are the one everyone fears: the monster in the closet, the witch at the stake – the devil, falling.
all of this is because they cannot understand you. they fear you like they fear death; instinctively.
do not mind them, for death is a kind god: the sweetest sleep, the darkness from which life is born.

Sagittarius —
some days, you think the sea is but a giant mirror, the vanity of coquettish stars and lazy clouds in passing.
some days, you think it is the fury of our earth mother, her tears and her sorrow saltwater in the breeze.
on all of them, you want to sail its’ lengths; you want to get lost out on the abyss, feel small beneath the sky.

Capricorn —
you learned early on the art of silent war – the war carried by words, sharper than any other blade.
at the same time, you have learned how little you mattered to the world, and so you cast yourself in armor.
i just wish you would learn to love yourself, if only a little. your own words have been cutting you all along.

Aquarius —
there is a sickness in you called longing: you’re wanton, thirsty, hungry, wanting – what, exactly,
well, that is part two, and none of us is really sure. you’re standing here, hands reaching for; come inside.
i will pour us both some wine, and we can pass the waiting time together. one day, you will know what you are lusting after.

Pisces —
all you have ever loved seems to be taken from you, until your house is left an empty, cold thing,
and your soul has been turned into a ruin. do not despair; get up from the floor, dust your clothes.
there are seeds on the upper shelves in the shed. it is a time as good as any to start keeping a garden.

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poetry for the signs: the “it is okay” edition,

L. Schreiber

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An average day at Wayne Manor

Bruce: *sitting and reading the newspaper* 

*suddenly hears a crash and some screaming from upstairs* 

*footsteps running back and forth on the ceiling*  

Dick: Bruuuuuuce!!!!

*another crash and some muffled grunting* 

Jason: Don’t listen to him, Bruce, everything is fine!!!

*some more muffled cursing and punches*

Damian: This is all your fault, Todd!!!

Tim: For the love of god, somebody put out the fire!!!!

*more running* 

Steph: I got it!!!

*the sounds of a pipe bursting* 

*more screaming and cursing* 

Dick: Bruuuce!!! Call the fire department!!!

Tim: Screw that, call the Justice League!!! Damian’s on fire!!!

*more screaming* 

Bruce: *takes a sip of tea* I hate my life

honestly, the lack of empathy that the culture on this website expresses towards famous people blows my mind.

there have been more than a handful of posts attempting to call out Ariana Grande for what happened in Manchester. Like nevermind that she was there and that she has to live with the fact that there are children who are no longer living because they came to see her in concert. Like never mind that she has the rest of a tour to do after her workplace was targeted by a terrorist attack!!!! 

like do y’all not realize that there was a terrorist attack at her damn workplace????? She was at work last night! That’s her job!!!!

idk it’s just exhausting… and it’s all written in that ~style~ of writing that you asses use when attempting to downplay someone’s pain and suffering. you know the one… the one that screams “this is said casually, but informed by the fact that i care way too much and i’m so morally better than everyone else it’s honestly laughable”

but like… sometimes… there isn’t a moral better when it comes to famous people. sometimes, they’re just fucking people living their damn lives! y’all have this sick obsession with proving yourselves morally better than others… and famous people are your favorite targets because their lives are pushed out there for public consumption so you feel like every single aspect of it is a way for you to prove your existence is somehow better than theirs.

it’s fucking disgusting and for y’all to use a terrorist attack at someone’s workplace to justify how you’re better than them because yOu wOUld HaVE hANdelED it ~beTTer~ just goes to show how disgusting and not better you all are.

Shit the Foxes said on talk shows
  • Neil: So Kevin comes in at like 1 in the morning, brand new tattoo on his face, and he's drunk as hell but he's making this surprisingly coherent speech about being the deadliest piece of the board, and I'm just sitting there not saying a word because I don't know a thing about chess.
  • Dan: There's a video on my computer containing cuts from every single time Andrew sent a ball flying into someone's head set to the Donky Kong theme song. It's two and a half hours.
  • Allison: Neil has this thing where bad things happening to him are like a matter of fact. Once, he and I met up for lunch, and when the bill came he asked if he could pay me back later because he got mugged on the way over. As it turns out, what I mistook for Neil being a picky eater was actually Neil trying to eat without upsetting a shallow stab wound.
  • Renee: I don't drink alcohol because you can't account for what you'll do when you're drunk. Though sometimes that turns out fun. About a year ago we found out that Matt knows how to sing Sweden's national anthem backwards by heart, and that was hilarious. But on the other hand I've had Allison and Nicky competing on who can break a glass with their voice at three in the morning, so.
  • Matt: Kevin is definitely seems like everything in his life is about Exy, but get to know him and you realize that he has plenty of interests, it's just that he has no concept of doing things in moderation. So it's less a stick up his butt and more like, I don't know, a pool noodle or something.
  • Aaron: Neil doesn't have a concept of money, a fact which on any given day swings between hilarious and flat out tragic. He refused to pay $15.90 for new pants but said he'd pay for my med school if I stopped making fun of his new haircut. To be clear, both of these things happened in the same conversation.
  • Nicky: I love God, I do. He's always in my heart. But I guess God has abandonment issues because every time I see a commercial for a McFlurry I can just feel him testing me.
  • Andrew: The thing about the Foxes is that the stress level on any given day can fluctuate so wildly you get whiplash. One day you're getting yelled at for not blocking a shot, the next you're getting yelled at for "obstruction of justice" or whatever it is the Feds call it when you remind them that they can't come in without a search warrant. Why Wymack does this willingly is beyond me.
  • Kevin: On the one hand, the Foxes are much less organized, not to mention a smaller team. Every game, we're at an almost immediate disadvantage. On the other hand, Ravens are contractually forbidden from Irish coffee. So overall the decision isn't hard.

anonymous asked:

White are you so critical of only white women and not white men?

I felt like this questions was coming.

Why am I more critical toward white women? Because here on tumblr, we’ve all collectively called out and agreed that white men are racist, and in society the most racist and oppressive group. There is NO argument when it comes to that and I agree, I am also happy that people, even white men and women alike fully accept that.

But it’s differently for white women.

While I am happy that tumblr is basically the platform for female positivity, there are extreme flaws in that movement.

Flaws that tend to excuse women for the terrible things they do simply because they are women—but not all groups of women, specially white women. Tumblr scrutinizes and is always harsher toward women of color than they are white women, hating on women of color for the same things they love or excuse white women for doing.

Here on tumblr, it is not acknowledged or generally accepted that white women can be racist and oppressive, while in my experiences white girls/women are the most racist group here on tumblr and in fandom. Yet, no body knows this outside of the poc community and when the topic of white women being racist or oppressive is brought up, white girls get upset and try to dissuade the conversation with “all women” or “let’s bring each other up, not tear each other down” bullshit. (Like I cannot count how many exclusively woc posts that white women have derailed and tried to erase a racial issue with “feminism for all”!!)

Tumblr does not scrutinize white women the way it should, because they are women. Yet women of color here are usually brought down, or ignored because of white women. White women are put on pedestals here on tumblr as heads of social justice, but when a woman of color talks to them about social justice issues or attempts to call them out on their racism, then the white girl gets upset and her friends do to.

White women believe they are untouchable when it comes to being racist/oppressive yet they execute some of the most racist tropes I’ve ever seen in fandom and claim they are being revolutionary or progressive. White women also fail to acknowledge or accept that men of color face prejudice and oppression , and they as white women have more freedom and privilege and are not nearly as oppressed as men of color—especially here in America.

Tumblr is filled with privileged, racist white girls who perpetrate their white feminism and think they know equality but they do not. yet, tumblr as a whole accepts the white woman as a sign of feminism, female empowerment and idolizes her; tumblr accepts that white women can do no wrong because they are girls and their feminism/social justice speak for us all.

And when a woman of color dares to speak out, the God help her.

So I will always be critical toward white women because as a black woman, I have only been subjected to racism here on tumblr by privileged white women/girls and I think tumblr needs to realize that while white men are the ultimate oppressors, white woman are not far behind, not at all.

Also anyone can reblog this and if you see it I would encourage you to because this needs to be brought to light!

anonymous asked:

Hello! How would you write a dialogue in which a character is freaking out about something? I generally have them word vomit but I don't really like that style. If its too much could you show me an example as well?

Hi!

You could definitely word vomit – especially if your character is hysterical – but that’s not the only way to do it by any means. I know a few other ways.

1. Calmly.
This is strange, considering your character is freaking out, but the freak-out is internal – they’re shutting themselves off due to shock. In this case, they would be quiet, sane, and even if what they’re saying is illogical, it would probably sound reasonable.

“I was right there when she shot him. He dropped like a sack of flour. I figured he was gone as soon as the bullet hit his chest. So now I’ve decided I’m gonna go after her. Right now. And I’m gonna kill her.”
“What? You can’t do that!”
“Sure I can. She killed him, so I kill her. It’s called justice.”
“But- With just your bare hands?”
“The way I feel right now, my bare hands are more than enough.”

Notice how the character who just watched their friend die in front of them isn’t yelling, isn’t stuttering, isn’t getting angry or crying – they’re perfectly calm, almost to the point of complete emotional shutdown.

2. Angrily.
Some people get angry when they lose control and freak out – it scares them, and the fear manifests itself as anger. This type particularly happens when they’re upset about something and other characters aren’t taking it seriously or are shrugging off their concerns.

“No! It’s happening tonight! We don’t have time to think, or weigh things, we need to fucking leave! Now!”
“We can’t. You know that, and you’d remember that, if you were thinking straight-”
“I am thinking straight! It’s you who’s fucked in the head. I don’t give a damn what you think we can and can’t do, we need to clear out of here, right this second.”

As you can see, this character is freaking out – their concerns may or may not have a firm foundation, but obviously they are concerned, and that concern is manifesting itself as fury.

3. By stuttering.
For some people, it’s hard to talk when they panic, because their minds race forward ahead of their mouths and they get tongue-tied. I typically see/use this with more anxious characters, or with characters who aren’t typically good at speaking anyways (in other words, who are uncomfortable talking).

There are a couple of different ways to stutter:
a. Repeat the beginning of each word.

“I tr-tried to s-save him, but he wuh-wouldn’t l-let me … he knew it was g-going to happen. It’s my f-fault!”

(However, keep in mind that this kind of stuttering is more as if your character is crying and trying to talk through sobs and hiccups. Please use it sparingly – it can get old fast.)

b. Repeat words.

“No. No, I don’t know what’s going on, Ricky. Ricky, why would I have any idea? Don’t fucking look at me like that, Ricky. Don’t look at me like I’m lying.”

c. Insert filler sounds: “ah”, “uh”, “um”, and/or curse words.

“I, uh, I- fuck. I, ummm, I think maybe, ah, maybe we should leave?”

For more on stuttering – it can be hard to peg correctly – check out this post.

I hope this helps! If you need anything else, please feel free to ask. - @authors-haven

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So I finally crossed off a long-held fanart goal of mine – to draw a Harlequin romance cover xD. It was a pleasure to collab with Tsumi (again) and Bette Noire for the first time. Her Big Bang NOVEL (because calling it fanfic doesn’t do it justice) was a privilege to read, and I only wish I had enough time to complete more illustrations for it.

Art for The Scottish Boy by Bette Noire (Stucky Medieval AU, 120k)
The year is 1333. The English are at war with Scotland. 19-year-old West Country knight Sir Steven excels at jousting, but yearns to prove himself in real action. So he jumps when his sponsor, Baron Alexander Pierce, invites him on a secret mission with a dozen elite knights. They ride north to a crumbling Scottish keep, capturing the feral, half-starved boy within and putting the other inhabitants to the sword. And nobody knows, or nobody is saying, why the flower of English knighthood snuck over the border to capture a savage, dirty teenage boy. Pierce gives the boy to Steve as his squire, with only two rules: don’t let the boy escape, and convert him to the English cause.

read the fic | view tsumi’s art | purchase prints

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Of course I had to draw more for @gajeelredfox’s fic, call me, beep me read it it’s awesome and fluffy

The first one is The Meeting™ from chapter 7 and the second is The Phone Call™ from chapter 8