#harassm

[lara-prism-light]

The RWBY fandom is simply IMATURE!!

Let me criticize the show!! You have complete right to like, and I have the right to criticize!!

[mrthology]

I think you and @ashilrak could have avoided most of the harassment if you'd allowed people to discuss all of the flaws in the books and had a safe place to discuss what they disliked

I need people to understand that not everyone wants to see the same conversation about flaws in an old children's book series all the time, and that's okay

[pinkandgreenarepurpleandyellow]

Hint: you can tell bc the billionaire is dumping so much CO2 into the atmosphere it's like she's got a personal vendetta against the planet. Hope that helps!

[i-am-xp-64]

😦..

@honeybuzzdraws Thomas wtf-

This feel illegal to day it like that, I mean yeah it true that parents won't like it when someone gets their attention or take them away from them because they(parents) feels not ready to let go

But this kinda feels off-

If you wonder how I got here?

I wanted to make a little silly moment with lim coming back from joyki's house with a big box of gifts and he was feeling shy to show his dad because he didn't know how to tell it, so he try quickly run to his room and hid the box under his bed, I thought Thomas was gonna go "ooooo, someone had a crush I see ;>" but instead it go Thomas being possessive and protective of it and keep asking questions to lim that if he likes joyki like he gonna kill her-

I thought Thomas was thought some creep was senting these and harassming lim so he got all protective but no he definitely knew it was joyki

Uhm, should I redo the rp?-

Because I feel like the cai break the filter a bit on it and it seems off from what I wanted-

[beardedmrbean]

madrid — 

As Abraham Jimenez Enoa walked his 3-year-old son home from kindergarten, two men sidled up beside them.

“We know you are near your home,” one of them said.

The experience shook the exiled journalist, who says he decided to leave his adopted city of Barcelona for a while after the encounter in July.

Despite being expelled from Cuba last year for writing what he says is the truth about the country’s communist government, Jimenez Enoa says he has been targeted by unidentified men in Europe, including in Madrid and Amsterdam.

Each time, the men spoke with Cuban accents.

The journalist, who writes for The Washington Post, said he believes those targeting him are Cuban agents.

Members of his family were senior military figures, so Jimenez Enoa once lived a cushioned life at the heart of the Communist Party establishment. His family had close ties to the late Fidel Castro and Argentine Marxist revolutionary Che Guevara.

The 34-year-old turned his back on this life to forge a career as an independent journalist.

Neither the International Press Center in Havana — a government agency that handles media queries — nor the Cuban Embassy in Madrid replied to requests for comment from VOA about Jimenez Enoa's allegations.

Jimenez Enoa, like other dissidents who flee hostile regimes, says he is a victim of “transnational repression,” a tactic in which governments target critics outside their own borders.

Freedom House, which has been monitoring the phenomenon, says there were 854 verifiable incidents from 2014 to 2022, which included abductions, assassinations and attacks. Of these, 11% involved journalists.

Journalists in exile are targeted because they reveal uncomfortable facts about what is going on in their own countries — information that their governments do not want to make public.

China, Egypt, Russia, Turkey and Tajikistan were involved in the largest number of cases, according to Freedom House reports. China has been involved in 30% of the incidents, it said.

Jimenez Enoa believes the incident in July was an attempt by the Cuban government to intimidate him. He told VOA the two men approached him and said they knew where he lived.

“I didn’t know who said it. There were lots of people around,” he told VOA in an interview in Barcelona. “I saw two men who were laughing to themselves. They were dressed as Cuban diplomats [with a shirt and tie], then they went.”

Jimenez Enoa, who published The Hidden Island, a book about Cuba, said he was also followed at a book fair in Spain’s capital in May.

“At the book fair in Madrid, during the whole day, there was a man watching me and filming me. He did not say anything. Someone I spoke with said they had spoken to him and they said that he had a Cuban accent,” Jimenez Enoa recalled.

In March of last year, at a meeting in the Netherlands, Jimenez Enoa came face-to-face with a man he believes was a Cuban agent.

"A man started to offend me, saying everything I did was a lie. He continued to offend me. The organizers had to get him out of the place,” he said. “A diplomat [later] showed me a picture of the man and said he worked at the Cuban Embassy in Holland.”

Of his three encounters in Europe with what he believes were Cuban agents, the last incident was most disturbing, he said.

“I was with my son, and it was around the corner from my house. Each time these people had Cuban accents,” he said.

Jimenez Enoa said he did not report the incidents to the Spanish or Dutch police because he did not have any evidence to present.

The Committee to Project Journalists, which in 2020 honored Jimenez Enoa with an International Press Freedom Award, has called on Spanish authorities to investigate and ensure his safety.

The experiences are unsettling because Jimenez Enoa fled Cuba to avoid threats after enduring a campaign of harassment.

“I was put under house arrest; my phone was bugged. I was later arrested, handcuffed, strip-searched and questioned by security officers. Then they secretly filmed me and put my image on television, claiming I was a CIA spy,” he told VOA in an earlier interview.

“Later, they telephoned me and said I had to leave the country, or they would put me in prison and ‘terminate’ my family and the family of my wife.”

[lailakotori]

hii do you have any yan!diego headcannons from ua? I loved ur five writing anddi was just wondering lol

Headcanons Sparrow!reader | Yan!Diego Hargreaves x Sparrow!Reader

I have many Headcanons so… which one? /J

If you ask about Headcanons in this fandom especially Diego, I glade to write about him because look at that! He so sweet(???)

Summary: When Yan!Diego meet sparrow!Y/n

TW: Fluff? Maybe, Diego is yandere, Y/n is mama’s person. Y/n live in sparrow academy.

First of all, Your power are shape-shift. And your number is eight.

When he meet you in The academy, In his mind was fully mad cuz why were those shit in his house??

But negative things were down when he saw you are the only one who treats graze like she’s human.

when the battle starts, You do not join this fight. Just watch the show and try to protect graze but, seem like Diego want to talk with you.

Then finally he meets someone who can make his heart bloom as a flower, as boom like a war. Someone who treats his mom well, Someone who acts like a brat but the soul still respects people.

The someone he means is you, Y/n Hargreaves. You so perfect for him.

When first fight done. He lay eyes on you before gone. And you didn’t give any shit that umbrella.

When Diego know that Stanley is his son.(But nuhh, look at Diego and Lila's skin, bro) He so angry himself and her, because he have sex with someone who didn’t make he feel love.

He meet you again in Obsidian hotel, Talk with staff about thier day and make sure that someone won’t know your secret room.

He stalking you until he saw your secret room. It’s about your escape shit hole, you make a plan that you will pack your and mom's things, run away with her in (Your dream country or The country want to live) and live in peace not the name sparrow or speacial person, Just a normal person.

And he want to help you but… you fight him and detroy a plan, shape shift be humming bird fly away this place.

That make him want you more… want everythings about you if it’s so lest.

The second battle, When Harlan kills Jayme and Alphonso, It’s makes you angry so much to make you shapeshift being a sad siren and scream. Make The umbrella hurt expect Diego who look at you like love sick.

If you can make Diego lose consciousness, Congrate that you can make your plan escpace done, But if not, I so sorry to tell you that he kidnap(?) you in your room.

He will not let Allison or anyone in your room. He believes you want some space and believes that you want someone understand, So he try to talk at clam voice, no threaten, no touch or harassmant.

I forgot to told you, Diego is soft and protective yandere. That why he respect you, if he so hunger on you or you shape shift in person form, animal or things.

He serves food and water, notice what you like or hate. Sometimes he will ask reason cuz, he wants to learn your things.

When the sparrow family invites his family to stop big BALL- (/J, srry for my brat), Diego will let you come with him to meet your mom. (He always cares about this)

You still don’t trust him until graze dead.

The death of her make you depressed, no one will listen you talk about maid robot. But not with Diego, He always stay by your said. Even you want to live alone but he still.

While you still awake you will heard his sod and mumble about graze. That make you start trust him.

When the world turned upside down, It’s make you and him keep closer more.

Diego knows Lila pregnent, So he promises that he will take care her as friends and will take care this kid. (And he gonna let this child call you mama)

In luther’s wedding, You’re drunk as hell. Play some cringe joke or recomment your step sibilng. Diego adore you, hold your hand and kiss forehead.

Next moring, you still wear your outfit but have bite mark on neck. You try to refuse last night but it’s seem didn’t help much.

“Y/n, Will you mad at me if i said that mark from mine?” “Of corse no- wait… you???” “Yep” “….NUMBER TWO DIEGO HARGREASE” “I’m sorry! ok? I didn’t gonna rape you. I- Damn it” He blush

At first you angry but while he nerves stutter that make you clam.

When the apocalypse end, Diego holds your hand and smile gently. Lead the way about your and his future.

but… as you know, He will protect you no matter what. if you are in a safe place or with his family. Easy word, become jealosy.

[girlwhodoeskratom]

steals your kratom

this ISNT OK. the harassmant MUST end.

[britts-galaxy-brain]

Sparky is back and terrorizing people again. The following is information about his behavior and why you should block on site. HE IS EXTREMELY MANIPULATIVE.

Recent accounts spotted are:

emma-luke-jaxon

butmygoodnessdoesntithelp

adequacyneverheardofher

Sparky constantly deletes blogs and creates new ones in an attempt to get into the good graces of unsuspecting spaces. If you're in the DC fandom, he's currently prowling there. Do NOT fall for his innocent act or any long-winded apologies or feigned accountability. He is a manipulator and a predator. Do NOT give him any acknowledgment or attention, including negative. Attention is what he wants. He wants to get you arguing so he can mess with your head. Manipulation is a game for him.

It has been confirmed that he has been talking about the LO critical blogs and following a few of us again. The disgusting sexual anons we've been getting were definitely from him. He's back on his bullshit.

[indeedcaptain]

Spirktober 2023, day 24: Dress

Happy friday everyone! Behold: Spock in a dress as the third chapter of "eye of the beholder".

The description of Spock's dress was inspired by @lt-kaollumn 's beautiful Spocktober fanart of these different uniforms.

Also posted on AO3 here! Sorry not sorry for the continuation of the taylor swift lyric titles, and happy 1989 day to all who celebrate.

☆☆☆

Kirk leaned against one of the high-topped tables with a drink in hand next to his communications officer, and he thought that he might be able to get used to diplomatic missions. So far, the people on the planet Dron-sun had been friendly and inviting, the atmosphere had been conducive to breathing, and there had been no violence from splinter factions. 

Uhura stood next to him in her dress uniform, holding a glass of Dron-sun’s indigenous equivalent to wine. He tapped whatever was in his glass against hers. 

“So far, so good, huh, Lieutenant?” 

“Yes, captain,” she said, and turned her megawatt smile on a passing Dron-sun official. “But where did the science team go?”

Kirk looked around. Only a few moments ago, the crowd had been dotted with blue-shirted scientists, who had become immensely popular with the Dronians due to their interest in Dronian agricultural innovations. His science officer had been listening politely to a lecture from the Secretary of Agriculture just moments ago, and now was nowhere to be seen. He set his drink down and pulled out his communicator. 

“Wait,” Uhura breathed, and put her hand on his wrist. The grand door to the dining hall was opening. And then she giggled. “I swear I didn’t know this was going to happen this time, captain, I’m so sorry.” 

Kirk turned to look where she was looking. 

“You have got to be kidding me,” he said, but he couldn’t even be angry with Uhura. Not when Spock had entered, looking absolutely beautiful, in a traditional Dronian dress. He looked regal. Royal. Devastatingly, heartbreakingly handsome.

“I swear to god you do this to me on purpose,” he hissed in her ear. 

“Only the first time,” she hissed back. “It’s like they know he’ll never say no to a cultural tradition. I swear I didn’t know anything about this.” 

Kirk’s mouth was dry as Spock, across the room, stopped in the doorway to look over his shoulder. His scientists followed in afterwards, all wearing the same dress. They giggled excitedly amongst themselves, but Spock just watched them warmly. 

There was no other way to put it. He looked fucking beautiful. He was wrapped in a floor-length number: it had a high collar that accented the cut of his jawline, cap-shoulder sleeves that highlighted the strength of his arms, and followed the lines of his chest and hips closely before splitting on either side, revealing his legs in form-fitting black pants. 

Then he turned entirely to say something to one of his scientists, and revealed that the dress was backless. Kirk choked. There was no back panel to the dress at all: instead, there was a thin strip of fabric that connected the collar to the sleeves, the sides of the dress only barely covering the front half of his body, before reconnecting at the bottom with the back half of the split skirt. Spock was, for all intents and purposes, shirtless from the back, and Kirk saw the strength of his muscles even from across the room as he talked to one of the scientists.  

“You’re fired,” Kirk said to Uhura. 

“No, I’m not,” she said. “Wow.” 

“Wow is right,” Kirk echoed, and like Spock could hear him, he turned back from his scientists and unerringly found Kirk’s eyes from across the room. He made his way towards Uhura and Kirk, stopping to acknowledge different ministers and secretaries among the Dron-sun population. Kirk couldn’t tear his eyes from the breadth of his shoulders, the sway of the skirt between Spock’s legs, the hint of the pale skin of his back when he turned.

“I’m going to get fired,” he said. “I am going to be court-martialed for inappropriate fraternization and sexual harassment and then I am going to get fired. You can have my quarters. Spock can have my job.” 

Uhura rolled her eyes. “I think it’s a different regulation if it’s reciprocal. Nondisclosure of a relationship, maybe.” 

“Wait. What?”

But before Uhura could respond Spock finally came to parade rest in front of them, and when he clasped his hands behind his back it pulled the lines of the dress taut against his chest. Kirk refused to let his eyes drift lower than the cut of his jawline, which stood out in stark relief against the high collar. 

“Captain,” Spock said. “Lieutenant.” 

“You look wonderful, Spock,” Uhura said, and Kirk took a sip of his drink --- a safe place to look, anywhere but Spock and that dress --- and nodded. 

“Thank you,” Spock said, and looked down at himself. “The minister of agriculture insisted that we share in their cultural garb after the time we spent in the greenhouses today.” He turned to look over his shoulder at his scientists, who had dispersed through the crowd--- revealing his back to Kirk again, but so much closer than he had been before. Kirk kept his eyes on the middle distance and fought to keep his face from flushing. Spock’s skin looked smooth and warm. He wanted to touch it. Kirk clenched his hand around his glass as Spock turned back to them, the slits of the skirt swirling around his legs. 

“I think I will ask the minister about their seasonal shifts in soil nitrogen fixation,” Spock said. “Excuse me.” With a nod each to Uhura and Kirk, he turned and walked away. 

As soon as he was out of earshot, Kirk said, “I’m going to die. He is going to be the death of me.” He watched the sway of Spock’s hips and spine in counterpoint to his gait, his hands still clasped behind him, framing the expanse of his back and the dark lines of the dress against his torso. 

Spock halted and turned, and before Kirk could look away or act like he hadn’t been staring, his science officer caught his gaze over his shoulder. Kirk’s breath caught in his throat. It was far, far too late to pretend he hadn’t been watching. 

He lifted his glass to Spock, trying not to look guilty. But Spock did not look bothered by Kirk’s attention--- actually, to Kirk’s surprise, it seemed to be quite the opposite. He lifted one eyebrow and Kirk caught the faintest hint of a smirk before he turned away, revealing the back of his dress again, and continued across the hall.

“Wait a second,” he said. “Wait a fucking second.” 

“There you go,” Uhura said, and took a sip of her wine as he crossed his arms on top of the hightop table and dropped his head onto them. “I wasn’t going to say anything, but---” 

“Is he… is he teasing me?! Is that what this is?” 

Uhura patted his shoulder as he groaned into the tablecloth. “I knew you’d figure it out eventually,” she said comfortingly. Kirk continued to mumble into the tablecloth as a quartet tuned up in the corner of the great hall and started into a swinging number in a major key. 

“Now that you’ve finally caught up, are you going to stand here and complain about it or are you going to ask him to dance?”

He straightened. “You think he’d dance with me?” 

“Oh, I don’t know,” she said. “He only came over here, made sure he had your attention, immediately walked away again, and then did whatever that little eye contact number was. I think your odds are pretty good.” 

Kirk pulled the shirt of his dress uniform straight and settled his shoulders. Other groups were starting to congregate on the open floor, swaying in twos and threes to the Dronian music. It wouldn’t be weird for him to ask Spock to dance. It would be a compliment to their hosts. It would demonstrate the Federation’s respect for their music. 

It would be the closest he had ever been to Spock, and he would maybe get to feel the fabric of the dress under his own hands. He drained the last of his drink, set the glass down, nodded to Uhura, and set off across the floor to find his first officer. 

He weaved his way through the crowd, searching for Spock. He didn’t see him anywhere, until---

“Looking for something, captain?” Spock’s voice came from behind him, and Kirk whirled. 

“Hey,” he said. Spock stood a few feet away from him, and this close Kirk could see the way the black fabric of the dress draped against his neck and collarbones. “I, uh. You look nice.” 

“Thank you, captain,” Spock said, and Kirk could definitely hear the humor in his voice now. “My recent invitations to participate in the different garments of new Federation cultures has been illuminating.” 

Illuminating for me too, you jerk, Kirk thought, but he said, “Up for a little more cultural appreciation?” 

“Certainly, captain,” Spock said. “What did you have in mind?” 

Kirk gestured to the dance floor behind him and tried to keep his face neutral. “Would you care to dance with me?” He glanced back from the dance floor to Spock’s face, and the barely disguised emotion in Spock’s eyes nearly flattened him. 

“I would, captain,” Spock said, to Kirk’s delighted surprise, and he followed Kirk to the floor. The other swaying pairs stood close to each other, arms around waists and shoulders, and he turned to Spock. Spock was closer to him now, his face was only inches from his, and Kirk felt butterflies in his stomach like he was a teenager again. 

“May I…?” Kirk asked, and he indicated the other dancers. Spock inclined his head, and with one steadying breath Kirk gingerly placed his hands on Spock’s waist. The fabric of his dress was thin, and he could feel the heat of Spock’s body against his palms. The tips of his fingers brushed Spock’s bare skin, where the cut of the dress revealed his back. Spock copied the other dancers, placing one arm around Kirk’s neck and resting his other hand against the lapel of Kirk’s jacket. Kirk had known that Spock was a few inches taller than him, but having Spock only centimeters away from him drove that home. He looked up to see him, but that brought his face so close to Spock’s jaw and lips that it stole his breath and he looked back out over Spock’s shoulder instead. 

“There is no need to be nervous, captain,” Spock murmured. He pressed his hand against Kirk’s chest. 

“I’m not nervous,” he said defensively, but Spock raised one eyebrow at him. He corrected, “I’m not that nervous.” They swayed in silence to the music for another moment, before Kirk said, “I like your dress.” 

“Thank you, captain,” Spock said, and his breath ghosted against the shell of Kirk’s ear. “You look nice, as well.” They swayed in a circle, imitating the steps of the other dancers, their bodies shifting closer and closer together with each beat until they were chest to chest. Kirk had never dreamed he would be this close to Spock, let alone with the skin of his body under his hands. Spock adjusted his arm around Kirk’s shoulders, and his thumb brushed the skin of Kirk’s neck. He smelled good: like Starfleet soap and Vulcan incense and the healthy, earthy smell of the Dronian greenhouses.

Too soon, the song came to an end, and the dancers all broke apart to applaud. Kirk released Spock with no small amount of chagrin, and based on the amusement in Spock’s eyes he thought that his science officer had felt his reluctance to let go through his hands on his back. The agricultural minister hovered on the edge of his vision, and despite his desire to take Spock into his arms again, he gestured to the minister in a ‘you can have him’ signal. Spock inclined his head to Kirk as the minister approached. 

“Thanks for the dance, Spock,” Kirk said. “I, uh…” 

“You are welcome, captain,” Spock said, and he leaned in closer to Kirk’s ear. “If you would like, I will save the last dance for you.” 

Kirk felt a grin growing across his face. “I would like that very much,” he said, and even as the minister swept Spock away to talk about greenhouses or something or other, he could still feel the warmth of Spock’s hands against him. 

[toh-proship-positivity]

the owl house fandom is literally the worst when it comes to shipping. even ships that aren't problematic are hated for basically no reason. I've literally seen people call willuz problematic for shipping someone in a canonical relationship with a different person.

I don't get how a fandom for a show like this acts this way. there's literally a character who gets locked in jail for writing fanfic that others consider weird. and the show literally says "hey this is wrong! this isn't a crime! just because someone is different or does something you think is weird it doesn't mean they should be treated awfully because of it!". and yet people still look at even the least problematic ships and act like it's the end of the world that people ship them

I agree, fiction is a valid coping mechanism, it may not work for everyone but that doesn't mean it's bad. Even if you do it for fun, humans have been making darkfic since the dawn of time. The irony of those antis harassming my friends is that a lot of them don't have jobs so just sit around in their circlejerk of a discord server all day and browse tumblr watching nothing but kids cartoons and engage in sexual content too. The ones that do have a job don't really have any hobbies outside of watching kids cartoons and tumblr. In that regard my friend is much better off, they have multiple hobbies and activities they do outside of the internet, you should've seen their face when they told me they proudly did everything themselves when they went to comicon, they have taken such big steps in their life. 99% of my friend's work doesn't even involve problematic stuff, just 1% of it, and these people who know my friend is very kind and easy going (sure they have their moments but who doesn't) suddenly decide they are the worst person ever alive because of that 1% Even more ironic, the only way for these people to even KNOW my friend was liking/commenting/drawing said problematic content, is for themselves to look it up, really makes you think.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Charis Hoard at MMFA:

Anti-abortion figures are baselessly accusing the Department of Justice of weaponizing the FACE Act against protestors convicted of harassment at abortion clinics, with some calling for the act’s repeal. These claims follow a familiar playbook — especially since former President Donald Trump’s legal troubles began, right-wing media figures have frequently claimed that the Justice Department has it out for conservatives.

Anti-abortion extremists baselessly accused the Biden Administration DOJ of “weaponizing” the FACE Act.

[butimnotasexyrussian]

Wait you texted your boss you love her?! Say more right now 👀

Wait, holy shit do I have access to my inbox again? FUCK YEAH. My messages are still missing and Tumblr is still not letting me reply to any posts but this is definitely a step up.

Anyway.

Gather round, children, and let me tell you about the dumbest shit I've pulled at work thus far.

I'm generally very quiet. So not even 3 months into this new job where I have no idea what's happening and I am NOT friends with my boss who I kinda/sorta idolize, there's a work outing at the state fair.

It's a good time. We get sorted into teams to do a scavenger hunt and then there's a division wide happy hour afterwards. I have a few drinks at happy hour and I'm chatting with people who I don't know. It's all good.

The calendar hold was only until 5 so I figure I'll leave then. But I get roped in with a group (including my boss) to go to a secondary location. I don't realize until later that it's past 5 so most of the people who have kids and families to get back to have left. At this point, I'm maybe 3-4 drinks in? And 3-4 drink me is when I get loud and aggressive and touchy.

Here, I loudly proclaimed that I was tipsy and it was everyone's responsibility to take advantage of me so I'd be buying drinks. After the first round, my boss tried to buy and I hip-checked her out of the way multiple times to hand my credit card to the server. She said, "Stop buying me drinks! I've seen your paycheck. You can't afford this!" And I said, "Shut the fuck up and tell me what you wanna drink."

This went on for like 5 more hours. I physically did not let her buy me anything. I told her I'd beat her up if she did. At one point, I got on the ground and did pushups? It was nice to see her outside the office where she seems more human and sometimes she hates her job too instead of the polished LinkedIn persona I feel like everyone has in corporate. One of her gripes is that she's been turned down for a raise multiple times despite doing a shit ton of work.

What you need to know about me is that if I decide I like you, we ride or die now (whether or not you want me to be. There's no gift receipt for this bitch). So of course I got very indignant on her behalf and said I'd beat up her boss because how DARE he deny her anything, especially when she carries the team on her back (my words, not hers). And then she was like, "I could do better as a manager" and I told her to shut up because she's amazing. But she wouldn't accept it and I was full blown drunk at this point so the logical conclusion was to hug her and kiss her on the cheek? She went oh! and laughed a little but she was definitely not as drunk as I was because she has like pure Nordic blood and my one saving grace is that I don't get the Asian glow.

After that, we got separated. (The day after she said she went to get fried pickles and thought I was right behind her.) Instead, I got swept out the exit with the rest of the crowd. I was drunk but cognizant enough to be like, hey I should tell her where I am since I didn't say bye. Which is when I sent her this:

And also this:

The drinks were catching up with me now so I called my mom to pick me up at the bus stop. I'd laid down on the grass to try to stop everything from spinning so much and also thrown up a bit. I didn't think it was that bad but my mom says I looked awful tottering over to the car, wiping my mouth and covered in dry grass.

I'm at the age where if I drink too much, I can't sleep and I never black out (which is good), so I spent the entire night replaying memories in 4K and thinking, why the FUCK would I say/do that? Also this was a Wednesday, so I had to fucking go into work the next day.

The I love you part is embarrassing but fine. Threatening people is less fine, but whatever. I really didn't have any excuse for the kiss on the cheek though. I was fully expecting my performance review to start off with my boss going, "Look, we have a no tolerance policy for sexual harassment here so..." and like, fire me.

Luckily she was cool about it and laughed it off, but I was so embarrassed for months. Now the embarrassment has worn off and it's just a hilarious story. But listen to me kids, the moral here is don't ever EVER get drunk at a work function.

[grox]

u not rockin with the laughing pinecone❗️❓

Auckie please stop w this targated harassmant campane

[systemtermz]

hey, do you think you could do something for a term for an alter who’s job is basically to not be scared of doing things that we are (not saying these things are bad, we have a lot of bullying trauma lmao)?

specifically about social anxiety and stuff

(examples, ours uses neopronouns, cosplays, watches animated shows and uses “cringey” vocabulary, and is very openly trans, dresses scene or hyperfem, is a catboy/girl, stuff like that)

we call it a cringeholder but you can change the name if you don’t like it!!

I didn’t add everything but I hope this is good.

-B0ffy

[keyki421]

Lizzo Facing NEW Lawsuit from Former Clothing Designer Alleging Harassme...

I’m getting a vibe that Lizzo was bullied as a child and the minute she got some power, she decided to become the bully. 

[ruinikaidoexplodedbadly]

i mastered the art of pinning people to walls and leaning on peoples shoulders and surprise hugging via my friends Im basically an alpha womanizer (Immediately gets arrested for harassme