What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little proshitter? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the youth ministry, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on proshit discords, and I have over 300 confirmed bans. I am trained in suibait warfare and I’m the top bully in the entire antiship armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on tumblr, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shipping that filth near me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of antis across the TikTok and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, pedo. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead,gross adult. I can be anywhere, anytime, as long as its not past my bedtime, and I can harass you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with your anon asks on. Not only am I extensively trained in strawman arguments, but I have access to the entire arsenal of Terfs and conservative rhetoric and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the blogosphere, you little deviant. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “sexy” ship art was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have never drawn something I don’t like. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn child molester. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, 30 year old.
maybe if you take a hot shower. cook something. eat a little soup. feel a little sunshine. make something with your hands—it doesn’t have to be big. maybe if you stretch your body and draw a silly little picture and get some rest, the world will feel like something your hands can still hold
