Taking terrible out-of-context screenshots from people who have blocked you, deliberately mangling their arguments to look terrible, calling a trans woman transphobic for saying that trans people’s access to straight privilege is super conditional and they can’t occupy the political position of Straightness, and now infantilizing an autistic woman: The Praxis.
Bonus points for mocking me for the dovecourse posts last night. Yes, I was way out of line. I accept responsibility for that. Feel free to call me on it and take me to task for it. But a huge part of that was that I let my mental illness and abuse-response systems get out of control. Mocking me to others, after making sure I’ll have a front row seat but be unable to participate in the conversation, is where you cross the line from “calling me out” into “being an ableist abuse-apologist shitheel.”
I’ve been assured repeatedly that the Discourse Brigade is super-good at cleaning up their trash. I have yet to see it actually happening. In fact, what I’m seeing is that @discourseprincesa’s screenshots of me are literally the most popular original posts on her blog in as far as I could bring myself to look.
I also saw her uncritically supporting racist mockery of Native cultural concepts. That post was in between the two bigger screenshots in popularity, and… guess what I saw in the notes, @h8keepers? You, adding to the racist mockery. The only people objecting to it were a Native non-discourser and an ace-inclusive blogger.
You want to know why I didn’t believe you when you said you clean up your trash? This is why. It is not happening. What’s actually happening is that your trash has a fucking cheerleading section.
so im in the car with my grandparents and the radio wouldn’t start so my grandpa was like “I’ll sing for ya” and sang really bad and he was like “I’m good right” and i was like “yeah, you should go on a talent show” and he was like “I did last year…… but then i fell out if a garbage truck so…”
* amethyst genuinely cares for peridot and gets serious to help her out emotionally, even if that is not what she usually does, even if that means sacrifice of their friendship or peridots personal item*
SU fandom : BOOOO, WHAT A BITCH
*Lapis fucking crushes peridots life essense in front of her and says its garbage purely to be satisfied with hurting peridot even more*
that’s a lie, it’s mine. a prequel to em’s precious fic, if u will. anyways, if u were wondering, john morrissey and daisy schmidt totally do look just like john boyega and dasiy ridley, but that’s just a coincidence
i can’t believe we made ocs. to write future captain santiago fluff. e x c e l l e n t.
It’s eleven thirty in
the morning and John Morrissey wants nothing more than for the bullpen floor to
magically open up and swallow his flour-covered partner up whole.
Especially not her
infuriating mimicry of his voice – ooh, Schmidt, we oughtta follow the
jewel thieves into a goddamn Italian bakery, that’s gonna be such a good
idea – like, that wasn’t even what happened, she suggested
the bakery in the first place and God –
She doesn’t even
bother to dust the flour out of her hair, sitting on her desk
scribbling in the paperwork for their collar so last minute that John had
grabbed it out of her hands, barely finished, on his way to Captain Santiago’s
office earlier to hand her their report.
It’s been … a day.
Or, well, it’s been
until-eleven-thirty-in-the-morning’th of a day, which quite possibly makes it
all that much worst.
He knocks on the side
of the office door, which is cracked open, knuckles tapping the wood of the
doorframe. Captain Santiago’s head looks up from where she’s obviously been
reading the report he handed in earlier; there’s a smile tugging at the corners
of her mouth.
summary: if you give a bug your hoodie, she’s going to want to return it to you. when she returns it to you, you probably won’t be expecting it. when you don’t expect it, she’ll find out your biggest secret.
notes: hey!!!! i haven’t written any fics in a while so i apologize if this is absolute garbage! feedback is lovely.
part 1 | part 2 (coming soon)
“Miraculous Ladybug!” As per usual, Ladybug tossed her lucky charm into the air. Both she and Chat Noir watched with triumphant smiles as it cleansed Paris of the destruction caused by its most recent akuma.