GOOD
DESTROY THEIR LIVES
Let me be clear, as much as I want to just respond CRY MORE, BABIES I object to the use of the word ‘doxxing’ in this case.
I have BEEN doxxed. I have been stalked online. I have had people go through my journals and my pictures to try to identify me for malicious purposes. I have had people search me on court websites to try to find the charges I filed against an ex when he stole from me, for the purposes of trying to humiliate me about an online roleplaying game. (No, really.) I’ve had people try to match up pictures of the flowers outside my synagogue and the building in the background with pictures of synagogues in the Philly area to try to fuck with my life.
So I know the kind of gut-clenching, cold down the back of your neck, hands-shaking fear that comes with being doxxed. I do. It’s happened to me more than once. It will probably happen to me again, because I’m a loud fat queer femme Jewish disabled activist, and boy does that piss people off.
But let me be clear: I was existing as a person that someone else didn’t like in those cases. I was existing as queer, I was existing as ‘someone I don’t like on a game.’ I was not showing up in public, carrying a torch, and advocating for the massacre of millions of people. When you show up in public carrying a torch, you are not being doxxed.
You are being IDENTIFIED.
This is such a fantastic distinction, THANK YOU.
When you show up in public carrying a torch, you are not being doxxed.
You are being IDENTIFIED.
This is a very useful distinction from the “so-and-so’s a Nazi, here’s their address” sort of thing that can be so easily thrown at non-Nazis just as easily as Nazis.

cleaning with a mr clean magic eraser is such a sensual experience like the mess just goes away it’s so easy…… i just cleaned the fridge and i was turned on the whole time. mr clean owns my ass
This is the weirdest viral marketing campaign ever
ITS NOT SPONSORED IM JUST A FREAK FOR QUALITY CLEANING SUPPLIES
I’m only saying this for your sake, but objectively, it’s not a smart idea to bring politics into normal hobbies. You might lose supporters of your blog just because of your political stance, and that would be terrible since you’re so amazing!! It’s only a suggestion, but I really reccomend not bringing politics into anything.
The problem with the manic pixie dreamgirl trend in media is that it trains men to assume every girl they pass with a pretty dress, unusual hair, and sparkly eye-liner is some kind of deep and quirky and paradoxical nymph, which is complete erasure of girls like me, who are absolute gremlins.
There’s a certain point in conversations with guys when you can tell that’s what he’s thinking. He fell for the sparkly nails and the off-the-shoulder top and he’s expecting you to tell him how your dream is to bike across France with just the clothes on your back. How you like art museums because they feel like the beautiful preservation of long-dead artists’ souls. How you believe humans evolved sight in order to appreciate the infinitely unreachable cascade of stars above.
And at that point you’ve already lost. There’s no graceful way to clarify that you’re actually just a gremlin in a sundress, which you got for $14.99 on the clearance rack at Old Navy while trying to buy socks. That you actually don’t know anything about philosophy or whimsy or world-travel you get anxious taking the subway anywhere new. That you actually really have to go because you already have plans for the evening of lying in a blanket-burrito in bed watching a 49 minute Youtube video review of an anime you’ve never heard of.
The manic pixie dreamgirl trope is socially-anxious-dumbass erasure and i wont stand for it
Correction – Chapter 2 – AvaTaggart – Gravity Falls [Archive of Our Own]
a cliffhanger resolved!
Correction – Chapter 2 – AvaTaggart – Gravity Falls [Archive of Our Own]
Aperture, Adetokunbo, and Chiddle, the main changelings from my new fic, You Better Run.
You Better Run
Deep within the land of the Fae, a horn sounds. Hounds bound past. The Wild Hunt has begun.
Deep within the starlit void between worlds, an agent of the Time Paradox Avoidance Enforcement Squadron starts a mission. It’s far more personal than anyone suspects.
Deep within the forests of the planet Olofi, a group of survivors monitors the local ley lines apprehensively. Something is coming.
Deep within an ordinary suburban house, the demon Alcor sits upright. Something is wrong.
And deep within the middle of it all, a young Mizar will have her revenge.
This fic takes place in the Falling Star AU, aka the one where Mabel, and not her reincarnations, was a god of chaos. You don’t have to know more about the AU than that to read this – it is not a story about Mabel.
18,000 words. AO3 strongly recommended for formatting reasons.



