“[Name] is offended and overreacted to something I said, and it’s all their fault for being a ‘snowflake’. They blocked me lol.”
The term “offended” in these situations is usually being used to mock people reacting out of fear. And it’s usually used on minorities.
If someone was “offended” by something you said, and blocked you as a result, it’s usually because they’re terrified that you acted against their rights as a human being. They’re scared of you for believing, and/or parroting, hate-speech related things that have lead to them getting killed in the past (and even the present.) When death has happened, and is still happening, “edgy hate speech” is no longer a joke. (Not that it ever was in the first place.) It could mean you’re a threat. Even if it’s online, the fight or flight response of hearing these things shouldn’t have to be tolerated.
So yes, TLDR;
If you make fun of someone’s understandably harsh reaction to you being a bigot - you’re an asshole. You’re nauseating, and insensitive,
and you deserved the block.
Bird positivity! We all deserve a break, now more than ever.
You’re a storybook author. Your books are well-known, but not crazed after. You make a decent living. You found a nice partner. Life is good.
if anyone wanted to ask me why I like writing, I’d say that the people in my head need to be free. Because they do. Once I die, I’ll bring all the thoughts I ever had with me and none of you will know - none of you will be able to know what thoughts I had when I was alive. And I have worlds and communities and cultures inside my head and I don’t want to bring them down with me, I don’t want to be the only person who ever walked the streets or talked to the people or danced the cultures. The worlds I make may be filled with people - but they’re all me, and the streets are lonely. I guess I’d mostly say it’s because I want to share. I want to share the worlds, the lands, the realms I make. I want to share the stories I’ve told to myself so many times. I want to put my mark - however small - so that when I do inevitably die, I won’t bring this world I made down with me. I don’t want to walk the streets alone anymore.
why is my most popular post about a sponge game murdering my little brother’s avatar.
I should just keep you updated on his gaming activity; Right now he’s playing a game where clones of himself run around and that’s it, that’s the end goal.
My brother just said;
The Sponge has already killed one person.
And that person is me.
So now I will be leaving my work and passing it all onto him, as he's clearly the better writer. Good day.
HOT HOT HOT C H O C O L A T E
Hot hot hot hot chocolate
Wow. Talk about attention to detail.
Video here: https://twitter.com/javi_draws/status/965260617790738432?s=21
You all deserve love
imagine getting robbed
i thought that “vein jewelry” was going to be. jewelry designed to look like veins, maybe? jewelry made out of real animal veins, at worst. it’s. it’s not.
vein jewelry is jewelry you insert into your veins
there should be a german word for when you prepare to experience horror, but are still somehow shocked by how it plays out
I was thinking about vine the other day and I was wondering what were your experiences.
What was the vine that introduced you to vine?
Like, mine was ‘Road work ahead (yeah I sure hope it does’. Saw it being quoted over the internet a few days before I got introduced to vine.