This reminds me of a party I went to last year. I was standing with some friends, chatting, and someone said something that indirectly implied that sexism exists. Some trivial recounting of the basic facts of daily life for most women. Something so mild, so uncontroversial, so mundane that I don’t even remember what it was.
Suddenly, this man standing on the outskirts of our conversational circle piped up with “actually, I think men are more discriminated against than women these days.”
All conversation died.
I turned to look at him and he had this smug, insufferable grin on his face, relishing this moment, expecting us to waste our time and energy refuting this ridiculous thing he had just said.
The Devil’s Advocate was among us.
And, in my mind, I saw the next 15+ minutes playing out. The parade of facts and statistics in a vain attempt to defend ourselves, our gender, and to prove that misogyny is real. The glib, snide denials from some shithead who is getting off on our pain and frustration. The Gish Gallop of bullshit that would take a whole evening to properly dismantle. It was depressing and overwhelming. I hated it. I had to kill it before it began.
So I looked him dead in the eye and I said “OK,“ shrugged, and just walked away.
Nothing I have ever said to another human being has ever been so crushing. As I walked away, I watched the smug grin vanish and confusion and anxiety set in. The rest of the group turned their backs to him and carried on as if he had never spoken – as if he was invisible. He was still staring at me when I walked over to another friend and told her what he had said. I pointed him out for her and made direct eye contact with him while we both laughed.
tl;dr: Don’t feed the troll. Let it perish, cold and hungry, in the wasteland of your indifference. It is weak and you are strong. Live your best life.
Hey TAU people. Send me an outfit and a human TAU character and I’ll draw them in it. Send me your favorite character. Send me your OCs. Send me absurd outfits. Send me your OC from that fic you haven’t finished yet wearing jeans and a tee-shirt. I’ll draw whatever. Just send me a description if there isn’t any art of them yet.
The one caveat is that the outfit reference you send me must be on a human person, or if you want you could send me two+ outfits, mix and match bits from them and send me that, but they people wearing them must be in similar poses.
HIT EM UP
i only vaguely remember this Pokemon AU but I think Danny died and fused with a passing Froslass, Sam was the reigning Champion, they all grew up together, and Danny was too much like a pokemon in hilariously inconvenient ways
I finally finished it! So sorry this took so long guys I’ll try to be quicker with the next one 🙂
Dipper rushed down the street, away from the house he’d had to stay in the last few days, away from that demon, the one that just couldn’t be him! Screw the logic that in a multiverse as large as theirs he had to be a demon somewhere it just couldn’t be what was happening! Alcor was tricking them, trying to get them to trust him, he was lying!
Except, he wasn’t. Dipper hated to admit it, but looking back Alcor had always had something about him that seemed vaguely familiar.
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