I hope I never get tired of the night sky, of thunderstorms, of watching cream make galaxies in my coffee. This world is ugly. I hope I never grow to be someone who can no longer see the small beautiful things.
I’ve been getting horrible messages like this in my ask for months, including:
and my personal favorite
After getting the message saying “Just go kill yourself” I was completely done dealing with this person’s horrible messages and replied with just an “Okay.” and logged off tumblr.
About a week later I logged back on with 17 messages in my ask, most of them from the anon. I scrolled down and at first when I logged off, the anon messaged me things like
I scrolled up more and all of a sudden they started sending me more and more messages like
This was extremely surprising to me. I thought “After all those horrible messages you sent to me for MONTHS about hating me and wanting me dead, you say ‘sorry’ and that you ‘cant be responsible for someone’s suicide’?”
But I guess the lesson goes like this:
DONT TELL ANYONE TO KILL THEMSELVES UNLESS YOU ARE PREPARED FOR WHAT MIGHT ACTUALLY HAPPEN
DON’T TELL ANYONE TO KILL THEMSELVES EVER.
THIS POST IS SO IMPORTANT I WANT EVERYONE ON TUMBLR IN THE WORLD TO SEE IT
This needs to be reblogged. I couldn’t scroll past this if I tried, I got a message like that but not for me, it told me to my friend to kill them self, I was livid! I didn’t answer it because a message like that doesn’t deserve an answer but I don’t see what is so funny about telling someone to kill them selves! I really don’t! It’s sick and it’s wrong. This person though, I take my hat off to you. You taught that bully a lesson.
this.
This will always be number one on the list of things that aren’t okay
Ho-ly shit.
I’ll never not reblog this
If you dare scroll without reblogging this you have no soul…….. i mean you do but reblogging this wont ruin your blog……. please just spread the word.
Please people don’t send anon hate your just hurting yourselves…
Don’t tell anyone to kill themselves. EVER.
A PSA we shouldn’t need, but we do…because some people are fucking horrible
Okay but why…. why would you tell someone this? What the fuck. What is wrong with people. Why would you think this was an okay thing to say to anyone once let alone months?
Y’ALL, I don’t even care if this doesn’t work. But I’d rather do something than do nothing. If it’s bothering you, sign the petition. There’s no harm in trying.
I have seen cancelled televised series revived by fans, and movies created from the persistence of fans demanding justice for the stories they love. YOU NEVER KNOW.
Whether @playchoices listens or not, wouldn’t you want to be part of the reason why they did?
I still read all of your lovely replies! I have not given up on art my friends! I have even started my own webcomic on webtoon! It’s called Seth In Space and it would mean a lot to me if you would support me there! Love you all and happy halloween!!
Summary: Riley and Dani’s parents visit Cordonia for the first time. Liam is pulling out all the stops to impress them, especially since he is convinced one of his mothers-in-law hates him.
Rating for Chapter 3:Adult, for sexual scenes (yep, been too long since I sprinkled some smut all over your dash)
Little Eleanor was so easily entertained. She was
thrashing her feet in excitement on seeing the toy Riley held up in front of
her. For Riley, her baby was all the distraction she needed from the tight knot
of anticipation in her stomach.
It had been over a year since she had seen her parents. She alone knew how
dearly she had missed them at every single step of her new life in Cordonia. Her
Mama had been understanding when Riley had said she couldn’t attend her
grandfather’s funeral. It had been less than a week since Constantine’s death
and Liam had needed her more. Her conscience gnawed at her often, wanting to
make her believe she had abandoned her family for a life with Liam. She could
only hope that wasn’t what her mothers believed.
“Mama! Mom!”
She heard Dani squeal from behind her. Her twin ran to the two women who had
just entered the nursery. Tears filled Riley’s eyes as she turned to look at
them.
‘Just the way I left them’, she thought.
While Dani and Mom were squeezing each other out like bears embracing, Riley
watched her Mama smile at her.
“Hi, baby”, Analyn said.
Two words that broke through all her queenly composure.
She felt like her four-year old self again, wanting nothing more than the
comfort of her parents’ embrace. Riley got up to throw herself into those arms,
only to be beaten to it by her mother. Analyn gathered her in a fierce hug,
sighing as if she had felt the relief of a lifetime.
“Oh I missed you, my darling. I missed you”, Analyn whispered.
Riley almost sobbed, saying,
“I missed you too, Mama. I missed you so much. I’m so sorry”
“It’s okay. You did nothing wrong. I’m so proud of you”, Analyn kissed her
forehead, “You are so brave, my love. So brave”
Even through her tears, Riley could see the pride and love reflected in her
mother’s eyes. It was the one thing she knew that would never change.
It makes me sick to my stomach that we have to explain this so thoroughly.
Even sicker that you don’t have to use a grand amount for the metaphor, not $1000, not even $20. Men can understand the store of value of $5 more than they can understand the concept of women as humans.
I think what’s saddest about the whole thing is that it always has to be a metaphor about an object for them to get it. Like the classic comparison to someone getting robbed because they were dressed rich so they were asking for it.
The only understand when women are compared to objects because that’s what they see is as.
