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#Siren but not a tornado one
tmmylovejoy · 2 years
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One thing I hate so fucking much about people dig up shit to “cancel” people for is that they are never part of the affected demographic. They are not looking for shit someone did wrong 10 years ago because they want to make sure they’re a good person, they’re doing it because they want an excuse to hate them.
The obvious consequence of this, however, is that suddenly an entire demographic is deeply uncomfortable with a creator who once brought them joy.
A thread recently came out about how when Wilbur Soot was 19 he made a lot of very harmful antisemitic jokes. He is now 25 years old. He has talked numerous times about how much he hates the person he was before he was about 22, and how much he’s grown since then. He’s demonstrated this growth too.
The person who published this thread was not jewish and I would assume that the person who gave them the information is not either.
I am jewish. Seeing these screenshots of “jokes” about the genocide of my people fundamentally hurt me. These screenshots do not show his current beliefs or behaviors. It would be impossible to find these jokes if you hadn’t gone actively searching for them. However I still felt betrayed and panicked, no matter how much I knew that Wilbur has changed. I do not know if I can ever watch his content again and find comfort.
This is the problem with digging into peoples past this way. It is never, and never has been, a selfless act nor a form of activism. It is the very opposite. It is the exploitation of marginalized identities to justify your dislike of someone.
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rexscanonwife · 2 months
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Well waking up to a tornado alert at 5:30am is...not the way I imagined I'd start my anniversary tbh 😅😅😅
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ruthytwoshakes · 6 months
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Oh man today is going to be a day uh oh
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wandeel · 4 months
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For a fiction, I need to know what tornado sirens look like in the U.S. and…Chicago, are you okay ? The fuck is that ?? Is that a tornado warning or the howl of a wendigo before it eats your soul ??? Do you even have souls, Chicago ?!
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the-ocean-is-scary · 17 days
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A tornado touched down in my town last night :))
And the sirens didn't go off at all (and i don't know if there even was a tornado warning...) because it was a Tuesday and as soon as I heard that my anxiety went 📈📈📈📈📈📈 because
There's a chance that if there was a tornado we could all die because the sirens won't tell us to go hide
We can get tornadoes on Tuesdays
I'm leaving this state bye
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thornshadowwolf · 18 days
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Faint tornado sirens in the distance????
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quick-catton · 2 months
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I WISH I COULD SHOW MY FACE ON HERE BECAUSE I HAVE REAL STRESS–SHOCK TEARS ROLLING DOWN MY CHEEKS. I WISH SOMEONE WOULD RUN ME OVER WITH A CONCRETE MIXER RN
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butch-chastity · 1 year
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second tornado warning of the season, babey
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ejacutastic · 1 year
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storm woked me up 😵‍💫🥺
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gingerwerk · 2 months
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happy wip Wednesday, I got woken up at 5am this morning to the tornado sirens going off 🙃
Enjoy this random excerpt from my hbo fic I may one day publish
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“Luz, who the fuck’s the rugrat?” Joe asked, voice gravely with a mildly annoyed expression on his face as his dark eyes gave Walt a once over.
“Joe,” Luz started with a dramatic sigh as he crossed the distance between them and placed a firm hand on the other man’s shoulder. “I’m sorry I’ve been hiding this from you all this time but- this is our son.”
Joe’s stoney expression didn’t break, if anything Walt was sure he could feel the irritation begin to radiate off of the man.
“You know what? You’re the reason why I drink, Luz” Joe responded flatly before he easily slapped Luz’s wrist.
“Aww, don’t be like that, Joe,” Luz pouted.
“I don’t know why I keep you around,” he grumbled as he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and extracted one.
“Sure you do! Who else would provide you such a deal on scrap parts and cheap weed?” Luz asked confidently as he easily wrapped an arm around the man’s broad shoulders before he sent the man a comical wink and added, “Not to mention all the other services I provide.”
Walt wasn’t an idiot, just a little surprised that somehow he had located yet another fruity man that called Matilda home. It had been pretty obvious to him on the drive up that Luz’s “guy” was definitely more than just an acquaintance- he had been much too excited for someone who was making a run into the city to make a little side money -but between the way that Joe’s shoulders tensed and the light pink coloring that spread uncontrollably across his cheekbones, it was all the confirmation in the world he needed.
“What’s the good of offering services when you brought a fucking rugrat along, huh?” Joe grumbled quietly.
“Hey, I am all too happy to make myself scarce for an hour or two,” Walt offered as he took a suggestive step backwards, giddy at the idea of possible freedom in the big city for the afternoon. “I’m sure I can find something to keep myself occupied here.”
“Perfect,” Joe agreed.
“No,” Luz said pointedly a millisecond later, looking annoyed as he removed his arm from the man’s shoulders with seemingly great effort. “I explicitly expressed to your uncle that I would keep you by my side at all times.”
“What kinda paranoid hardass is your uncle that you’re not allowed to walk around the city on your own? What are you? Fifteen? Sixteen?”
“I’m seventeen.” Walt corrected with a frown.
“Whatever. Old enough to be out on your own. Hell knows I was when I was much younger than seventeen.”
“Yes and look at the model citizen you turned out to be,” Luz countered before he signed. “I’m sorry, no can do, Joe. Walt’s here as part of his community service hours he’s gotta complete after getting caught being a dumbass. No fun today for any of us.”
“He needs community service? Fuck let’s drop him by Bill’s place and let him babysit his spawn for the afternoon,” Joe suggested. “I’m sure Frannie could use a break.”
“Did you not hear me say this kid already has a record?” Luz asked, annoyed. “We’re trying to set him straight, not drop him in the lap of the devil. We don’t need Bill Guarnere rubbing off on an impressionable young delinquent!”
“Fuck, I guess you gotta point,” Joe conceded through a puff of cigarette smoke.
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do-rey-me · 2 months
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the website for scheduling and tracking my private rides has been down since yesterday which, given that part of the reason i need this service is my terrible anxiety, means that I Am Not Doing Well
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eggpog · 1 year
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good morning I'm thinking about how weather documentaries have this weird fantasy of dallas getting hit by an ef5 tornado during rush hour and thousands of people dying like ohhh you hate us for real. one of them literally modeled the dart trains for the 3d simulation like they want us dead
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yuukimiyas · 8 months
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♡。゚.໒꒰ྀི *♡´‿` 人´‿` ♡* ꒱ྀིა♡ °・ here i am givin you the biggest hug for makin it through another tough wk!! i’m always so SO proud of you!! ໒꒰ྀི⸝⸝´ ˘ `⸝⸝꒱ྀི১ & if you ever need an extra hand or a lil extra push i’ll be right along side you every step of the way!! you’re so SO special & so lovely!! never forget it!! <33 smooches you for the best fri ever!! mwah!! ૮꒰ྀི⊃´ ꒳ `⊂ྀི꒱ა
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