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Your Past. My Present. Our Future. Part 2

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Your Past. My Present. Our Future. Part  2

Chapter 2

“We are the champions. We are the champions. No time for losers.” Negan and Simon sang as they pointed at Ally and Jr. “Because we are the champions of the world.”

“That’s bullshit.” Ally said. She chugged down the cup and slammed it down. “You fuckers cheated. I want a rematch, right now.”

“Baby girl, your fucken shit face.” Negan said, walking over to her. “You should lay down and sleep this shit off.”

“What? But I’m good..I’m good.”Ally said. I sway back and forth, knocking the cups off the table. “Uhh.. That’ wasn’t me.”

“Okay, no more happy fucken juice for you baby girl.” Negan said, picking Ally up and cradling her in his arms. “Time for fucken bed.”

“No I don’t want to go to bed.” Ally said, wrapping her right arm around his neck. “I want to go back to your room.” She started playing with his scarf. “And I want you to tire this shit up all night long. With no breaks. What do you say? Sound like fun?”

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People who say crytyping is ableist need to understand: cry type no describes a specific situation where a racist tries to exploit their mental illness to get out of being judged and to guilt PoC/and the people who see their posts into feeling bad for them by trying to pimp out their “mental distress”. Mistakes made by people when they are really in crisis or people with poor motor control isn’t crytyping.

It’s two different situations and to cry ableist every time PoC make a joke of the people who try to silence us is just as bad and ugly.