#stop bothering me

[5duckie]

Don't talk to me on DMs or retweets because of your racial guilt. Why should I hear such a thing from you guys? I'm not a saint or your father who listens to your confession. I've have had enough of this. If I were you, I wouldn't want to see me really mad. And stop being racist on SNS like Reddit, Twitter and Tiktok. I can read your English comments. 'NO MORE ASIAN WAYLON' <- 🤨🤨🤨 Plus don't give me orders to change my design. 'Not my Waylon' <- You are right. Cuz this guy's mine. Not yours.

Why are some peeps being crying baby that Waylon could be Asian too? There has been a theory since 2014 that Waylon Park could be Korean among the fans. It was even before the release of Comics in 2017. I have evidence, so I can find it for ya. And I remembered. When Comics was published, some fangirls went on Redbarrels Twitter as a group to protest against it. Istg Korean Waylon Park was a man who not to be named for a decade. And some people have long explained why Waylon should not be Asian 3 years ago. I don't like to raise my voice. But some make me. I was dead considering whether to post this or not for a long time. I am telling you the truth.

[hausofkae]

Die in traffic dumb bitch!

RE: blacksimlish, her outlandish remarks, allegations & strange case of main character syndrome + her group of minions.

once you start accusing people of things that are not only detrimental to their reputation, but also just insanely inaccurate, how they defend themselves is neither here nor there.

there’s no rules to this shit. they minimized this to it being just “sims” out of convenience, it fits the narrative they’re pushing. if im being harassed for months and weeks on end & then being accused for being amongst the same accounts doing that nasty behavior, im going to be as out pocket as the rumors & attacks are. it stopped being about sims when my character was attacked. it stopped being about sims when the name calling started and it stopped being about sims when ole girl’s personal information was leaked. im not going back and forth publicly anymore, but once my account is unlocked i will be reaching out to yall, trust that!

at no point have i ever excused or justified the doxing. i think that is something that is dangerous and overall unnecessary. if this continues to be a concern, i urge all of those involved to bring law enforcement into this matter. since it has become about safety, please seek all necessary legal means to resolve the matter. as i will fully cooperate to my accounts being subpoenaed and searched for its activity.

blacksim (whose first name is just learned today after her information was leaked btw!) gets to still be accusatory and proceed to be confused as to why she’s getting the reaction she is. the same language she’s using, if someone else said it to her she would be going on a rampage and weaponizing her blackness. but again, defending yourself is only fine when it’s them. defending your character is only acceptable when it’s that group. she is the only person that has ever been attacked on the internet, so anyone who retaliates is wrong.

you’re grasping at straws picking certain words to point the finger, when the reality is no one knows who did that. but AGAIN, they want someone to blame and me being as outspoken as i am made me one of the targets. COOL. what sense does it make to go to tumblr and send someone hate message anonymously when i’ve been arguing with you and your clique publicly? or are yall going to say ive sent this to myself?

the delusion has to stop. apparently im the first and ONLY person to use “woe is me”. to sit and search my tweets is obsessive and weird. all it proves is yall have been watching for months out of jealousy, seething at the mouth waiting to pounce.

i’ll defend my character however i see fit the same way you all do. i won’t be deactivating, deleting or hiding anything, i won’t be apologizing, i won’t be taking anything back. to sit up until 4am when other parties have stopped responding, creating a twitter space to keep talking about it & being weird just genuinely shows the drama is what fuels you. i’m not giving this shit anymore light publicly. for those who want the context, it’s there and they’ve found it and reached out to me.

you provoked a group of people for months on end & we all got tired of your harassment. period point blank. none of us doxed you, we told everyone on twitter about accounts that solely were around to harass, bully and send threats. at no point was that brought up to justify what was done. no one laughed about you being doxed. none of us encouraged it. there is no proof to that and it’s all talk.

again, i implore you to involve law enforcement if you feel your safety is at risk and i will be more than happy to have my lawyer speak on my behalf. unlike others, the lawyer talk is very legit. i don’t play about defamation. reach out to chat further regarding legal action so i can provide the necessary information. thank you.

[westernstarofthenorth]

Question: Should this be turned on- as in blue- to prevent strangers i don't follow to send me messages, or off- in grey ? Because it dosen't seem to work if blue is the correct setting, i'm SO sick and tired of all those "Send me money"- spam !!! I report, flag and block them, and i have NOT followed them, had any contact at all, so i don't get WHY they can just message me ! I'm autistic and REALLY stressed out by this, and I CHOSE MY OWN CAUSES, and can't stand begging !!!!

[waterdeep-weavemoss]

😈

[transkeiichi]

do boomers just set aside like 30 minutes out of their day to call the number on every single piece of junk mail they receive to tell them not to send anymore

[sophieswundergarten]

WHOO I FINALLY FINISHED A PROJECT I PROMISED I'D GET DONE BY A CERTAIN DEADLINE AND NOW I CAN WORK ON ALL THE OTHER THINGS THAT HAVE BEEN TRAPPED IN MY HEAD

[simonoliverseville]

“Can people go one minute without interrupting me about something irrelevant?”

[the-real-loki-laufeyson]

To all of my loyal fans,

Kindly do not bother me. I am not in the mood to put up with your mind-numbing questions, or your shameless attempts at seduction. Surely you all have something better to do, than bothering a man who is clearly busy.

Or maybe you don't. In that case, find someone else to bother. I'm extremely busy, and I won't tolerate your nonsense any longer.

[ladyrema]

Can all the porn bots out there Stop following me? 😡😡😡

And I don’t think I’m the only one having this problem.

[yanderes-chaotic-lovers]

When you’re trying to draw or write something smutty or implied smut. But people are deciding to bother you today fully knowing that you’re a creature, who just wants to be left alone for a certain amount of time in peace and quiet with background music to be inspired/concentrate.

[this-is-a-love-story-isnt-it]

WHY DOES TIKTOK SEND ME NOTIFICATIONS FOR ACCOUNTS I DON’T EVEN FOLLOW AND THEN WHEN I TAP ON THEM IT JUST BRINGS ME TO MY FOR YOU PAGE WHICH ALSO CONTAINS PEOPLE I DON’T FOLLOW???

I also turned off all the notifications I could find except for DM’s and I still get these multiple times a day

[jazzerdoc]

Kind of LIVING for this tbh. On MANY MANY levels. 😈👹👺👻

Goblin mode is the word of the year I absolutely love learning language

[westernstarofthenorth]

Me trying to scroll through the feed, and the blogs I follow- Tumblr: "Here's a stupid game ad with flashing images- and another, and another, and another, play this, download this, you hide it 10 seconds ago, here it is again, and again, and again... !!" Me reblog posts- Tumblr to every 3rd post i reblog: "Blaze this, blaze that, blaze, blaze, blaaaaazeeee... !!" STOP WITH ALL THE CRAP, FOR F***'s sake, i'm here to look at photos and share them, NOT to play toddler-games or blaze a damn thing !!!! 🤬🤬🤬🤬 And one more thing- STOP BOTHER ME WITH "GO PREMIUM"- will NEVER happen !!

[deadmemories323]

They want me to explode

[inkskinned]

the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.

three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.

two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.

their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.

one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.

i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.

i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.

and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?

you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.

a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.

someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.

[captainjonnitkessler]

I truly, TRULY do not know how to say this, because the fact that I have to say it makes me feel like I am losing my grip on reality. But no, in the post-capitalistic anarchist utopia, I will not be relying on “autistic minecraft girlies” to be building inspectors because - and this may shock you - one of those occupations takes years of education in how to read and interpret hundreds of thousands of lines of regulations based on complicated math and physics that were the result of decades of tragedy and death, and the other one involves playing a children’s video game.