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you can also use mailbait to send a shit tone of spam to them

The threat was loud and clear: Report your so-called “DEI” employees or else. What exactly “DEIA or similar ideologies” means is up in the air, but the message was out there. And so was the email address of the DEIA snitching hotline. Fake emails quickly started to roll in. ‘I don’t care, fuck these McCarthyite bastards,” one BlueSky user said, with an screenshot attached of an email to the hotline where he ironically reported Donald Trump and JD Vance for being “put in their positions solely because of their race and/or gender despite the fact that they are wholly unqualified for their jobs and, in some cases, have criminal records.” “Anyone have a script to fire off a billion e-mails an hour??” another user asked in the replies. “Anyone can email anything of any size even if it crashes the site,” one X user noted. The scope and effectiveness of this latest phase of Trump’s anti-DEI crusade remains to be seen.

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The threat was loud and clear: Report your so-called “DEI” employees or else. What exactly “DEIA or similar ideologies” means is up in the air, but the message was out there. And so was the email address of the DEIA snitching hotline. Fake emails quickly started to roll in. ‘I don’t care, fuck these McCarthyite bastards,” one BlueSky user said, with an screenshot attached of an email to the hotline where he ironically reported Donald Trump and JD Vance for being “put in their positions solely because of their race and/or gender despite the fact that they are wholly unqualified for their jobs and, in some cases, have criminal records.” “Anyone have a script to fire off a billion e-mails an hour??” another user asked in the replies. “Anyone can email anything of any size even if it crashes the site,” one X user noted. The scope and effectiveness of this latest phase of Trump’s anti-DEI crusade remains to be seen.

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P5r has a lot of writing flaws generally But you have to admit. no matter how you view his character “highly marketable anime Pretty Boy who keeps going ‘woaww Protagonist you’re so interesting <33’ is actually a hired assassin and is acting like that because he’s actively planning your murder” is an objectively hilarious plot point

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shy mwah

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the walk home

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are you gonna look me in the eyes and tell me Dazai doesn't have poor blood circulation? anyways happy belated valentines

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dazai no one breaks my heart like you do

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Dark Bargains For CriticalRole The Chronicles of Exandria - The Mighty Nein Vol II.

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sick post i just found online. sorry i couldnt find the source

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I talk a lot about my autism, and I get a lot of people upset with me because of how much I talk about it. So here’s a reminder.

Autism is me. I would not be me without my autism. It affects everything about me. From my monotone voice, to my facial expressions, to my sensory issues, to the way I walk, how my speech is affected. It is EVERYTHING.

I hate when people say “don’t make it your entire personality” when it affects everything about me. If you can’t accept my autism, then you aren’t accepting me. I. Am. My. Autism.

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i want autistic rage.

i want kicking, screaming, biting, soaring rage.

i want to rage and break and destroy.

i want to scream at those ableist cunts pieces of shit. i want rage. i want biting.

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Think again before saying its a privilege for someone to say they arent involved with politics. Ask why that person isnt involved with politics. Can they understand most political content? Do they have the memory retention to remember everything that is taught to them? Are they able to formulate the words to get out what they need to say? Most political content is not accessible anyways so dont judge people for not being able to be involved with politics. They're just as deserving as the next person. Why not instead you offer to teach or give accessible and easy to read material. Please keep disabled people in mind when you're talking.

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You ever sit and wonder how long it'll be before people get tired of you? It's only a matter of time before I've annoyed you too. I wish people would just tell me if I was being a lot instead of leaving me to wonder like this.

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uh vent art or something?

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I hate when my friend makes jokes about me being stupid. about my major being inferior. easy. useless. about the high school I went to or the classes I took. he does it because he likes me and he wants my attention, but the only way he knows how to get it is by being an annoying shit. or something like that. I hate the way he fucking laughs. the way he mocks me with the most misshapen, revolting fucking grin on his face. it makes me so angry I want to puke. my self image is irreparably tied to my academic standing. I am trying so fucking hard to take it easy and take care of myself, to not end up hospitalised in pursuit of that unachievable 100%. to settle for low As even though I know I could be able to do better if I just applied myself a little more. to not abuse my medication. he makes it so fucking hard when he's constantly talking about it. every joke he makes because he wants me to pay attention to him chips away at my willingness to take care of myself. I can't even talk about things I'm struggling with around him because I just can't mask how angry he makes me anymore.

when I was a kid, I was picked on every single day. I re-read some of my elementary school journals a couple months ago. it was so bad I was suicidal. I remember being called retarded, autistic, stupid, all the basic words you hear floating around playgrounds when the children think the teachers are out of earshot. I thought I was being picked on because my peers thought I was stupid and annoying. I desperately clung to the notion--no, the fact--that I was smarter than them. When I was psychologically assessed, my quantified intelligence served as comfort in the face of my suicidal ideation, social isolation, and low self esteem. I could look to my diagnoses not as curtailments of my capabilities, but as advantages that set me apart from my peers. as a child I allowed myself more room to dick around. If I thought an assignment was stupid, I wouldn't do it. but if I really tried at something and fell short of my own expectations, it served as confirmation that my peers had been right. there was something wrong with me. I felt useless, powerless. as an adult, I am more aware of the nuances of "intelligence." still, every time he looks at me with that disgusting grin and insults me I am filled with rage. I hope he fails his fucking classes. I hope he has to fucking drop out. I hope he goes into military engineering like he says he's going to and the guilt of building bombs to drop on little children eats away at him and he lies awake at night wishing more than anything he'd just gone into a program he actually liked rather than doing what his mom made him do and then venting his frustrating by making fun of his friends.