Proud queer.
Activist. Advocate.
Animal lover.
Music junkie.
Psychological.
Political.
Beauty in the breakdown.
"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."
~ Alice's Adventures In Wonderland~
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okay, fine. i'll give you one more reply but then it's straight to bed with you!
i'm lucky most of my actual friends aren't about centering themselves these days so thankfully i've only had two latent zionists who used to be mutuals try to shut me up; but factual statements are important, so i'll amend my earlier statement to "your cozy canadian apartment" and bid you a good day.
you were blocked on social media. why are you still watching my posts, anyway? just so you know when i'm active so you can try to keep arguing on anon even after weeks? and try to dox me via anon because you think i'm that simple?
please find a more productive use of your time because whatever reason you have, this is very obviously about your needs too.
Ladies, gentleman, trans and non-binary folk, please meet Irresponsibear, someone who will shut down and speak to decades-long friends like this simply because they *checks notes* a) dared to point out that frequency of posting on social media does not equal one's stance on a social issue because intersectional reasons, and b) that one-upping people with ancestors who perished in the Hol0caust was not a good look.
The person who will snip an anon comment that reveals what she doesn't what you to read without addressing it. No worries, I saved it for you. Because if you're going to viciously attack and libel our mutual for NO reason, I can ask questions and ask you to be better like you're demanding of everyone who's not on social media 24-7.
"How many friends have you offended with the same lines? But way to reveal what you really think of people in a series of posts that prove the point made - this is all about centring yourself as "just like Gazans" while denying it.
The way you just spoke about a FRIEND (not me!) speaks about you. You care more about yelling about a cause and people doing things the right way by you (while claiming online that your opinion means nothing, so why so serious besties, it's not about you) than anything else.
You're a girl from (redacting to be nice - no one can doxx with this but okay) and (redacting to be nice) who only started going on about being Indigenous when it became a social issue and you fell in love with Clexa. Not a boo about it before then. You have ancestry. So do I. Again, it's not the Olympics. You're being so unnecessarily angry to everyone who is trying to tell you that you're making your causes your friends.
Hug them tight, I guess. You're not the person I (and apparently someone else) thought you were."
I notice you didn't want your activist friends to see that part. Ask yourself why. If I have it wrong, surely you'd want to post a rant or two to call me out. Just as I am about to inform you that labelling me a Zion1st simply because you're angry, when you KNOW BETTER from DMs and decades of history, is actionable libel. My Indigenous friends - the ones who actually live, present tense, on a rez? They're the ones who I take guidance from regarding my own history. It's why since I was not raised with traditions of my ancestry, I don't identify as such, but only name the ancestry. I haven't lived on a rez, or experienced any oppression associated with being Indigenous explicitly. I do not know enough traditions, language and customs to feel comfortable speaking for my ancestors. I wish I did. I do mourn the loss of that lineage because of settler-colonial violence. I am told this is respectful and appropriate by them. I trust their guidance. I listen to them.
Of course, maybe you were too busy in DMs centring yourself and how you would be treated in a Hol0caust to listen when a friend reached out, a friend who doesn't read every post (because she's not on Instagram daily) and watch every single Instagram story, and says hey, this tone of your post lacks compassion for the many reasons why people may not be posting as aggressively as you, leave space for that, or you'll alienate them from this important cause. Maybe you missed the part where I have actual credentials in gen0cide from a survivor, and have been using them to educate on P. Because my actions aren't about performance. I could drop the DMs but your posts reveal who your cute narcissist infographic truly applies to.
Did you tell your Tumblr friends the "hey if you're doing things offline this doesn't apply to you" was an edit after the fact? Of course not. Because you're preserving your sense of being just in this, of course. Your friends are mean, they're offended because it's true, etc. Not because you lack empathy, compassion or clearly don't know them if your sole barometer is social media (never mind that I WAS POSTING LOL).
Or maybe you were too busy posting all day to realize I too was posting. Because I did. As able. But you know, after watching my father die in front of my face, my personal limit is images of dying bodies these days, and yes, I'm "right with my Goddess" about that. You see, unlike you, I go to therapy so I don't weaponize therapy speak against friends who took CARE OF YOU and called hospitals to advocate for you and have always listened to you when you pop in and out of their life, not to ever support them, but to trauma dump again and again. Because it's all about YOU and how bad it is for YOU and how cameos and DMs mean an actress is in love with you or something like that? It was hard to follow. BTW, since a professional after actual testing did not diagnose me with narcissism, I'm not apt to take the label from someone who is lashing out at someone who did not block you but left you on "I love you, but you're wrong" before you blocked her. Blocked her simply because she warned you about a fundraising grifter, suggested your friends were feeling attacked by your barrage of posts, and that your tone was not intersectionally taking into account reasons people do not post that have NOTHING TO DO WITH NOT SUPPORTING P/NOT CARING. Wow, I'm the worst. A friend who wanted you to be the best version of yourself.
I only came back because of the abhorrent things you said to our mutual. Because like any abused kid, you can kick me, I'm used to it, but don't hurt my family. Your resentment is now on display. And my heart goes out to you that you are so angry, because I know where the root of it lies, and it's all misdirected.
You live in a house. I haven't lived in one since I was a kid. Is this one upping a grade school game? You have family who offered to care for you in illness. I was abandoned in mine to an abusive husband who threatened me with firearms. I was abandoned as a teen and trafficked. Want to keep going?
We ALL have bad things in our lives and all of our pain is valid. This isn't Black Mirror. Social media isn't all of us. Maybe it's all of you, but you're not seeing the letters I write, the conversations I had that made people realize why they should support P in October, the convos I had BEFORE OCTOBER, because I have P friends and knew about this conflict long before it was on your radar. So maybe you're the one who doesn't know anything about me or my life. If you did, you'd notice I was barely on socials for a year while grieving two family members and taking care of myself. I wasn't posting about much of anything. Heaven forbid.
Me sending you a final anon message was to try one last time to reach you and make you see that you are losing the people who stood by you for decades with your anger. That there is something very wrong with saying to a Jewish person and the partner of a Polish man whose grandparents had TATTOOS FROM CAMPS "Well, I would have died first" without any expression of compassion or recognition that of COURSE we don't support what's happening in P. I'm queer and disabled, too. Congrats, I also would have died. That thought didn't even cross my mind over months of this suffering, because P isn't about ME.
In closing, in hopes your friends you'll surely reblog this to as you insult me some more without ever telling them about the years of listening, support, etc I freely gave, actual receipts on SK. But I guess since he posts on social media to a daily quota that makes you happy, he can be your friend now, even though he'd likely flog your death to take his kids on vacay.
You know, because I listen to POC too.
Be well. I do mean that. That's what all of this is about, because this is so unlike you. But I also will not be your punching bag because you're mad at dying.
The mother of Tamir Rice accused the activist of using her son's death for clout.
He blamed issues at The North Star on over-ambition, but seven former employees of the site King launched with great fanfare painted a darke
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whats sold as inspirational here is somebody whose fear of being fired and having their source of food and shelter yanked away from them forced them to push themselves to unhealthy lengths
Walking isn’t unhealthy, whoever told you that is lazy. Dude got a job for a company and wanted to prove his reliability, he could’ve given up and not showed up but unlike most people he made a commitment and stuck to it and guess what. That commitment paid off. Its like you people are unable to handle when. Someone it’s doing better than you.
How does someone see a 20 mile, eight hour walk as “a good work ethic” and not as a man whose been driven beyond his limits to ensure he doesn’t lose the one thing that keeps him from starving to death I mean what the fuck
Even for soldiers who have trained specifically for such things, a 20-mile march is a fucking grueling experience. Nobody should have to do that and then be expected to work for eight hours. That is literally insane.
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I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big, dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick — It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh — Even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you’re not around. And the fact that you didn’t call.
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you.
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
—10 Things I Hate About You (1999) dir. Gil Junger
Title: superbloom
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Rating: PG-13 for content, R for swears (Veronica writes in her feelings journal and really lets those swears go)
Pairing: Logan Echolls/Veronica Mars
Other Characters: Mentions of Mac and Meg
Additional Tags: Secret identity (again?! what?), unnecessary epistolary literature (does a journal count as epistolary?), half-baked world building, a vague understanding of superhero lore
Word Count: ~1,075
Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7
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Again, written solely because @cubbiegirl and @marshmellowbobcat are earth angels. I even added a title this time so that MB doesn’t have to come up with one.
Why did I write this as Veronica’s journal? Mostly because it’s a style which seems to be a fanfic right of passage and I haven’t tried it so…here we are.
I probably owe a lot to other superhero universes and their world building (as in, referring to them as ‘supers’ ala The Incredibles). What are the full extent of Logan and Veronica’s powers? *shrug emoji*
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Date: February 15
Tracked a low-level Kane agent to a tourist trap bistro in downtown San Diego. Place was packed. Is this the new thing? Shitty men forget to make Valentine’s Day reservations, so they make them for the day after?
Thought I had the guy but when I mistimed my pulse he metamorphosed into a cockroach and scurried away.
Best part of the night was the chocolate mousse I got to-go. Despite appearances within, the food wasn’t too bad.
Date: February 17
Caught up to Cockroach. Real name is Abel Koontz. Slimy guy tried to escape again, but Mac outfitted me with a souped up Morph Choke as backup — emphasis on the choke. Gonna need to recalibrate that a bit, Mackenzie.
Bonus! Forgot it was laundry day, so had to wear my backup uni. Next time I run into Meg out in the field I’ll have to ask her if she can see my underwear through it.
Date: February 18
Finally got around to watching season two of The Boys. Where do they get this shit?
If Piznarski brings up forming some sort of super team for the 7-millionth time at the summit this year, I’m siccing Clayton on him.
Date: February 21
Got into a fight with Mac. Technically my fault.
I faded while in public, and look, I get it.
Being detected while living as my alter would be bad. BUT!! Being forced to interact with my ex as he is on a date with a woman who legitimately looks like she could be my doppelganger is very bad.
Date: February 22
Clarified with Mac: me fading in public did not worry her. Me tripping Leo on purpose as I faded was apparently a problem.
My entire body stiffens at the sound of his voice. A voice I would know anywhere, even as the walls melt into the floor and faces switch between bodies. His floats, Cheshire Cat-like, as I spin in the direction of the patio doors.
“Veronica,” Logan repeats. “You don’t look good. Let me take you home.”
- From a forthcoming AU
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
by casket4mytears / @chaosandrecover
Chapters: 10/?
Fandom: Veronica Mars (TV), Veronica Mars - All Media Types
Rating: Mature
Relationships: Logan Echolls/Veronica Mars
Characters: Logan Echolls, Veronica Mars, Keith Mars, Dick Casablancas, Douglas “Corny” (Veronica Mars)
Additional Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Zombies, Quarantine, Shopping Malls, Dawn Of The Dead Homages, Down With The Sickness Montages, Cooking with Mrs Fields, Government Conspiracy, Bouncing on Beds, Stargazing, Movie Dates in Strange Places, Team Sleuthing, Alternate Universe - High School, Eventual Romance, Stoners Gone Wild, Dead Rising references, George Romero will not approve, A little bit Newsflesh trilogy, Keith Mars will not put up with your bullshit, VMTAP20, Written while so tired I might as well be a zombie, Look Logan and Veronica are gonna kick ass and fall in love just come along for the ride
Summary:
High school senior Veronica Mars is no stranger to private investigations. Freshly licensed and working in her father’s business, she moonlights on cases while aiming for class valedictorian, consumed with a single goal: getting the hell out of Neptune forever. When her father is called out of town and a lead comes in on a high-profile case, she doesn’t think twice. She can tail a research scientist and grab the money shot in her sleep.
It is only when she reaches her destination, the crowded local mall, that she realizes her target wants to be found. She has a plan of her own: to expose her company’s secrets, at any price-even the lives of Neptune’s citizens.
Trapped with the infected by a government hell-bent on keeping its evil deeds from the public, Veronica needs a way out. If the pathogen doesn’t kill her, spending three weeks in close quarters with her mortal enemy from school just might…
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