kids these days so horrible and rude

I think the reason people think that Kat is so too good to be true is because she’s just so nice and pretty. But, I’m also like…you know she was bullied right? 

Q: How did you feel at the time you were bullied and what did you do to overcome that?

Kat: I’ve actually been bullied quite a bit in my life. I was always the different one for many reasons and sometimes other kids don’t understand that being different is okay. I even had my face smashed into a water fountain once because someone didn’t like me. When I was bullied, it felt horrible. I was so sad that someone felt the need to make me feel bad about myself.

 She knows what it feels like, and instead of being mean and rude to her fans, she is sweet and considerate. She even wrote a song about bullying for a movie about bullying. Just because our perception of celebrities are jaded now a days, doesn’t mean there aren’t genuinely nice celebrities out there.

anonymous asked:

what do you mean the stuff you read, like stuff being mean to alycia??

Yes, exactly. I’m still shocked and disgusted. Insults, death wishes… someone actually tweeted at her that they hope she gets cancer, and if that’s not bad enough, they apparently also sent her rape threats.

Now… these persons’ accounts seem to have been suspended, but it doesn’t matter. They sent those messages. Alycia saw them. The damage was done. And this is just so incredibly wrong and upsetting. This is cyberbullying, harassment. It’s a very serious matter that can have devastating effects, but is unfortunately almost always dismissed because 

“It’s just rude kids behind a screen, right?” 

“It’s not a big deal… At the end of the day, these are fans that are simply a bit too passionate, right?”

“It’s nothing serious. They are simply saying those things, words cannot do any actual harm, right?”


Words hurt. They can do damage. Sometimes they can affect someone more than if they were physically hurt. So yes, it is serious, and I’m incredibly angry that this is happening. To Alycia, out of all people. It doesn’t even matter, she could be a horrible person, and sending her things like those would still be completely wrong. But Alycia also happens to be the sweetest, nicest, most down-to-Earth girl ever. Anyone who knows her has nothing but wonderful things to say about her, and they always make remarks on her kindness and how lovely she is. Someone posted private pictures of her in the past, and instead of demanding that they would be taken down–and she had every right to do that–she made contact with the person who did this, politely asked that it wouldn’t happen again and apologized for not being very active on social media and promised to improve. This girl doesn’t have a single hate bone in her body. So why do people think it’s okay to send her hate and threats?

Is it because they don’t like the character she plays? Is it because she is famous, so they think that she’s asking for ANY KIND of attention?

Ok, first of all… she is an actress. Actress. Not writer. She is given lines to say and things to do and she does that. She may interpret certain things the way she wants, but in general she doesn’t have a lot of saying in what happens with her character. A fictional character. She just plays it. You don’t like Lexa? Fine. Instead of spending time hating on the character you don’t like, the actress who plays it, or the screenwriters who created it, use your energies to talk about what and who you love. Otherwise just shut up.

Second of all… Alycia is a young girl who was just introduced to this world of fame and attention, and she repeatedly stated she found herself to be overwhelmed by it. The fact that she is an actress doesn’t mean anything. As probably 99% of the actors out there, she does this job because she loves acting. Fame and attention simply come with it. It doesn’t mean she wants any of that, and it absolutely doesn’t mean she owes you anything. Just because she is in the public eye now, that doesn’t mean she lost the right to keep her privacy. So even continually pestering about why she is not often on social media is not okay. Not at all. 

She is uncomfortable with attention in general, imagine how she might feel receiving that kind of disgusting, horrifying ‘attention’. I don’t care if people don’t like her character, I don’t care if they don’t like her, I don’t care if they think they are entitled to say whatever they want to her just because she is a celebrity. THEY ARE NOT. She is a human being, not a plaything. She is an actual person, like all of us, and she has feelings, like all of us. And this… this hating, this harassing, needs. to. fucking. stop.

Think before doing something. It is that simple. Think that an actual person is going to read the things you wrote, and if you realize you wouldn’t like receiving the message you’re about to send DON’T. SEND. IT.

#233 The Music Room part 2

Your head snapped up. What just happened? The last thing you could remember was getting in the car with your dad. Then you felt really cold and…

“Oh no.” You said breathily.

“Sweetheart…” Louise walked over to you, gently putting her hand on your shoulder.

A loud sob escaped your mouth. You couldn’t be dead! You still had so much to do in life! Prom! Going to college! Getting married! But now.. Nothing.
Eventually, you started to get over your death. It was hard, especially when the school had a big assembly for you. But you realized that if you were gonna be stuck there forever, you shouldn’t mope.
One day during music class, Phil, Louise, Zoe, and PJ had all left to wander around. You and Dan, on the other hand, decided to have some fun.

“Kids! Listen to me! I am up here teaching for a reason!” The teacher shouted. She had a reputation for being horrible and rude, not to mention she hated everything modern. (She’d literally been working there since before Phil was in middle school.)

Dan walked up to the big whiteboard behind her. Taking the dry erase marker he’d previously stolen, he wrote, “hi.” In the corner.

“Woah!” One of the students yelled, pointing at the board.

The teacher turned around, only to be met with a blank board. She rolled her eyes and continued rambling about how we aren’t all sopranos.

You stepped in and took one of her locks of grey hair in your hand. You jerked it suddenly, making her yelp.

A few minutes and many antics later, you and Dan had to leave the room because you were trying not to laugh.

“Oh lord, she’s so fun to mess with,” you said once out of the class.

“We always shot spitballs at her when I was in school,” he commented.

“I didn’t know people actually did that!” You laughed. “Hey, thanks for letting me have fun. I know I’ve been kind of a downer lately.. But you made me feel so much better.” You shrugged, looking down.

“It’s no problem. I uh… I went through the same stuff.” He said before an awkward silence.

“Why did you do it?” You burst out and immediately regretted it. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know where that came from. You don’t have to tell me.”

Another silence. “I hated life.” He said plainly after a while. “Dramatic, I know. But I couldn’t do it anymore. I was nice to everyone, but no one was nice to me. And honestly, I don’t think anyone could even tell I was depressed. But it doesn’t matter, I’m dead.”

“Oh. Well, I don’t understand why anyone wouldn’t be nice to you, you’re awesome.” You said quietly with a smile.

If Dan had a heart, it would’ve fluttered.
“Your hair is dandy.” Zoe commented, standing behind you as she braided it.

“It’s annoying. It’s too thick. But thanks,” you looked back and smiled.

“Well I-” Zoe was cut off by the sound of a locker slamming. “Oh, PJ’s at it again.”

“What’s up with that? He does that every day,” you whispered.

“He’s in denial,” Phil said casually, pulling up a chair. “He was stabbed to death in.. I think it was ‘78? I guess since he was murdered, he can’t process how much time has passed. He thinks the knife he was killed with is still in the school.” He leaned in closer. “They found it the day he was killed.”

“That’s awful,” you looked away. “Who killed him?”

“None of your business.” PJ growled from the door.

You whipped around. “Oh, PJ, we-”

“Save it for the press. I don’t care.”

PJ stopped talking to you after that. He kept his distance from everyone, but you especially.

(Well there you go! I know there’s lots of plot holes so you know what that means… But anyway, this is the first of spooky week on this blog! I will be posting a spoopy pref EVERY DAY this week! So keep an eye out for those. Have a lovely day/night!)