ozymandias, king of kings

LMAOOI real

I was thinking to myself "who's this about" when I saw the notification and yes, this is who I expected

to internalize the blame for this!!! Its okay to sympathize with their pain, but this is not on you or anyone else! They need to seek support instead of attacking strangers on the internet I fear

retaliate. And that's wrong no matter how you spin it, no matter how convinced they are that you have somehow wronged them. I admire the fact that you tried for so long to handle the matter privately and also that you've resolved not to send people after them, but please make sure you remember not

At this point, I feel your choice to just ignore them and advise others to do the same was the best thing you could do. These people are clearly unable to be reasoned with and taking their distress out on you because you were in the wrong place at the wrong time, and you're not the kind of person to

If they're having a bad time, that does NOT give them the right to take it out on you, and you do NOT deserve to have your career impacted for having reached out on the wrong account 😭 they should know better than to throw around accusations for no reason

Its not your fault at all!! You reached out in good faith to what you thought were like-minded people and they turned unwarranted hostility on you because they seemingly have nothing better to do??? Like if they've seen this other person and your accounts they HAVE to know you're not the same person

This is genuinely absurd what the hell 😭 I'm so sorry you're dealing with this, I would be so freaked out

Hey guys, would appreciate if you could reshare or at least read this. This is the extent of which I'm going to post about this (because it's threatening my business account/initiating a smear campaign of 'Zuwie LeFou'): A couple months ago I reached out to some Hunchback of Notre Dame fans on Tumblr just to talk/rp about the show (as fans do, LOL). TL;DR: after speaking with them on-and-off for only a week or so -- you guys know how bad I am with texting, LOL -- they randomly heard someone on Smule that vaguely 'sounded like me', mistook me for that person (of who they claimed had been harassing them), lashed out & threatened me in a frightening fashion, and then blocked me everywhere. Mind you, I spoke to these Hunchback fans only a few times via voice messaging & text, so this came as a huge surprise to me (as there was very very little interaction between us to begin with). That said, and I say this with the upmost respect & understanding, these people are clearly dealing with some sort of clinical-level paranoia that cannot be argued with (not to be an armchair psychiatrist). I do not say 'paranoia' lightly, as I have dealt with severe

paranoia & mental illness/neurodivergence myself, but it is very clear that's what this is (based on how this situation has developed). However, mental illness is not an excuse to harass anyone, nor treat them in an unkind fashion. Despite trying to handle this privately, adult-to-adult, I just cannot get through to these people. After insisting they are still strangers to me, they have begun to publicly drag me & my business name into some weird interpersonal drama they have convinced themselves I'm apart of, all because I "vaguely sound like someone on Smule" whom they knew -- someone whom I, mind you, look nothing like (as both our images are public). I also haven't used Smule in years (and I don't even like the app LOL), but that's besides the point. And as you can see, all of this is very contrived. If you see them, just don't engage. They're threatening to clog up the project tags I use (i.e. KILLJAM & such); just ignore them. Not because I have anything to hide (because they're threatening to make some big 'expose' post about me -- which is confusing, because there's genuinely nothing to expose), but because I don't want projects I'm involved with to get harassment for no reason, just like I'm getting harassed... for no reason. I'm not afraid of this situation anymore, just tired. A couple months ago -- after exhausting all my options of just trying to get them to leave me alone -- I verbally (i.e. through text) smoke-screen-threatened to get law enforcement involved. This is something I realistically would never bring myself to do (& have never done),

would only be exasperated by law enforcement. However, I've been kicking myself over saying something like this as I feel like, despite it being an empty verbal threat/no action actually being taken, it's threats like these that can seriously hurt people mentally (given the history of law enforcement). So I sincerely apologize for that & recognize my lapse of judgement there, even if it was just words & no real action was taken (nor intended to be taken). That's literally the only thing I've been worried about in regards to this situation, so I don't wanna downplay my actions there & take responsibility for that. Regardless & in conclusion, this harassment has been going on for months now, and I don't have the energy to deal with this in private anymore (for a multitude of reasons), so I'm trying to show them public grace & hope you (my friends & such) can do the same. I really hope the perpetrators coming after me for, again -- a situation I am literally not involved in, but have convinced themselves of such -- are able to find the care & treatment they deserve. Because to live this way, surrounded by so much paranoia, must be very mentally draining for them. And it's surely been mentally draining for me (on the receiving end). I'm trying to show kindness here & be proactive, but I'm really getting to my wits end about this & don't know what to do other than just 1. address this publicly, as they've left me no choice to and 2. just move on with my life.

Thanks guys, be safe & well, and if you see any posts targeting me, don't harass these people in my stead. Just leave them be. This is the last of which I will be interacting with the situation. Thanks guys, appreciate it lots :^(

Hi guys, I'm being forced to bring to light some pretty serious harassment/threats I've been experiencing. Rlly didn't want to make this public, but because my perpetrators have, I wanted to get a jump on the situation. :^( Appreciate if you read and/or share this. So so exhausted. Thank you

the answer is me im why theyre like that

this is so real like some of them i just think "WHY. ARE YOU LIKE THAT."

I Need Help Hey guys. I'm in a bad spot. I've BEEN in a bad spot for a long time. Close friends have known about these things for a while, but I’ve been struggling with opening up about them for a long time. I fe...

I feel sick to my stomach making this post, but at this point I don't have a choice
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writing kiss scenes makes me feel mildly unhinged because wtf is this supposed to mean... I've never done this...

the st'arr

Just keep living. No matter what happens, no matter what they do or how scary, you have to keep living. If nothing else, know that that’s one guaranteed victory you’ll have over them. Stay alive. Find your joy wherever you can, with friends and community and loved ones. We will fight this together.

You’re all about to be gaslit about that Nazi salute and I’m begging you to spend no time on it. You know what you saw.

Her lips are soft on his, gentle as her fingers fluttering along the sides of his throat, but he can’t focus, anticipation crawling beneath his skin. His hands circle the highest part of her waist, thumbs swiping at her ribcage as he breaks away to mouth at her throat. “Casey?” A hum buzzes against his lips in reply, pulling an answering sound from him that he can’t quite focus on, “do you want to stay the night?” She pulls away from him suddenly, muscles suddenly tense with concern, and he reaches out to offer her his hands. A breath escapes her before she takes them, tracing the lines in his palms with her fingers. “August, I don’t know if that’s a good idea. I’m not ready to… to have sex with you.” He shakes his head, guiding her hands to his heart and holding them there loosely. “I meant just to sleep over. I don’t…” His next exhale is heavy, but his eyes are genuine and soft when he meets her gaze. “I don’t think I’m ready for anything like that either. But I don’t want you to go yet. I- I want you to stay.” And maybe it’s the unspoken words that she hears all the same that convince her to stay. “I trust you”. “I want you”. “I love you”. “Okay,” she says, like she can’t believe she’s saying it, “I want to be here, if you want me here.” He smiles and she can’t help but lean into its warmth, eyes crinkling at the corners.

“I’ve never wanted anything more.” The next morning, when Casey wakes up, it isn’t to August studying her face, or checking the time and scrambling out of bed. He's lying there beside her, eyes closed and hair askew, face smooth and content, and he snores a little but it makes her smile. And when he wakes up, he reaches for her waist to pull her close, pressing sweet kisses to every part of her face he can reach. She feels the gratitude in them and is loathe to accept it because he shouldn’t have to thank her. “I love you,” she wants to say, “I will never hurt you.” The words claw at her throat, begging to be said. She swallows them down. “I love you I love you I love you” And then, unbidden, they tumble from her lips; “I love you.”

I am the quiet that seeps into the spaces between your bones. I am what comes before the storm, before the break of dawn resurrects the world. I am the pause before all things great and terrible, the harborer of those who fear the dark. And I am the dark, the shadows between each crease in your sheets. I am the sky at night, the streets that welcome you despite your apprehension. I hide in the spaces light can’t touch, reaching out to you with claws sharp and twisted to tempt your weakened heart. And I am the weakness in your heart that you cannot face, the crack in your armor that reminds you of your humanity. I am the darkest of your sins and the most painful of your losses, the things that bring you to your knees and tear you apart. I am that which you cannot help but cherish, that which you know will be your undoing someday. And I am your undoing. I am that which you fear most, that which you let destroy you with a smile. I am soft hands and whispered promises, your worst nightmare and your most beautiful dream. I am everything, pressed against the curves and cracks of you, nestled into the marrow of your blood and wrapped into your very being. And I am your love. I am the tragic beauty you curl into for warmth, the terrible thing that burrows itself into all that you leave weak and pliant. I am the things that rip and tear into the soft parts of your heart, the things that blind you and stay your tongue. And I am all things great and terrible, all things stifling and destructive and yet. And yet, I am all things lovesick and weary. And yet, I am all things loved.

Quiet

It's SO important that the first thing you write is not "The book you've been wanting to write since high school". Imagine if you have wanted to paint something all your life and then, without practicing, you pick up a brush.

Your first book is probably gonna suck, man. This shit is HARD

Anya 🩸 #mouthwashing

my magnum opus. the chappell roan-a lisa

#chappellroan