#once again yelling from my 'stop calling it content' soapbox

[the-e4b]

I have a very good inkling on who this anon might be. And if it’s true what I’m thinking then you just lowered yourself immensely in my regards of respect. I have only one watcher on DA that knows and criticized me on my statuses (because those are private to watchers) AND is a fan of Peet. 

And no, there were no “allegations of tracing”. You saw the pictures yourself in an earlier post. They might not be 100% traced but you can’t deny that almost 90% of the picture was. Then there is also the fact that this artist was spreading rumors about me harassing others and I gave my watchers hard evidence that it was not me who was harassing anyone. Granted, I was no angel but I didn’t do anything wrong in the aspect of harassment. And I shared my comments together with that hard evidence so I left NOTHING out of that whole ordeal.

And that brings me to the next thing: We do not make empty accusations. We have proof for those. Screenshots and archived links, might I add. You know what those are? Those are links that come directly from the source and stay on the internet for as long as the internet exists.

Peet was throwing some things out of the window lately regarding some “lies and slander” we were throwing at it. Shall we begin?

Let’s start with the most important thing of all, the pedophilia accusations. No, it’s not because you have a relationship of a 47yo with a 24yo or because you feature a pedophile being institutionalized. It’s because you had a scene written in your original story (which you deftly removed after being pointed out) that had a 14 year old Scootaloo having wild sex with a fully grown, mentally unstable Rainbow Dash. https://archive.fo/pd2N9 (last point on Trivia if you scroll down) and like I said, the internet never forgets: https://fimfetch.net/story/170125/stockholm?html#14 HUGE NSFW WARNING!!! (If you scroll through starting from where the link leads you, you will come across a horizontal line that’s followed by a part entirely written in cursive, that’s the “juicy stuff”)  Which also brings us to the fact that Peet was manipulating its audience to draw R34 art of a minor (at the time) because she disagreed with a ship on Tumblr. https://archive.is/tz299 

Second accusation: The fact that Peet says that it never told anyone to kill themselves (this one’s not that hard to debunk, just go check its privatized twitter) https://archive.fo/Lm5aS . Also check Josh’s “response to Peet” video. In the description you’ll find tons of “Kill republicans” archives.

Third accusation: the sockpuppet accounts. Well, please, don’t let ME explain myself, let me show you someone who can, an admin of a site where Peet had several sockpuppet accounts and was banned for it. 

https://derpibooru.org/434414#comment_1859030 

Now the only accusation I’m not going to throw is Tara. Tara is allegedly a girlfriend that Peet made up and then was thrown into prison for owning child porn. I would love to proof that but unfortunately there is too less proof for this fact to hold. The only thing we know is that the avatar she used on several sites was a picture found on Google. And that there were a lot of suspicious things going on at that time to make us believe that Tara was a fake persona of Peet. (But like I said, no hard proof unfortunately).

Last thing before I pass the torch to my fellow mods: See Peet, we make only accusations that have legit proof and when WE are accused of something we don’t do damage control or pretend it never happened (a.i. delete our posts or block the people who criticize us). When we are accused of sth we will own up to it if it’s true or debunk it with hard facts. Not write endless paragraphs turning around the same point but never adressing the actual point.

The one throwing a temper tantrum when contradicted and throwing their toys out of the pram is not us, deary. It’s you.

- SM

What we have here as my co-mod eloquently stated is a response to an ask from an anonymous watcher who had been quite the bother to us in the past who watched our Space Mare… or it could be a former subject on the blog who googled her up to find some juicy dirt. I wanted to talk about my thoughts on a certain comment in the response talking about our ‘recent’ post… I think we’ve had more asks since that one you singled ouyt

As DP said in a previous ask, if Peet were to change and stop breaking people down, we would back off right here

I said something similar when we received an ask corresponding to the last post over here suggesting I wouldn’t remove the screencaps and archives, keeping them as a reminder of not becoming your on-air persona. Peets felt it would be better if “I would pretend nothing happened and keep up the posts…”

I’m confused here, what do you mean ‘nothing happened’? This blog is merely a catalogue of some of the worst individuals in the fan base and you are on the way to being the worst, you’re tied with a man who hid his niece’s Twilight Sparkle toy because he believed Alicorn Twilight Sparkle would make women regress back to the 50’s way of social norms.

We want people to learn from these footnotes of how to better themselves and try not to let history repeat itself because the future belongs to the next generation and they shouldn’t follow down the same path as we have to emotional oblivion.

-JoJo

Figured I’d add my two cents as well (and keeping myself calm by not flying into the usual swearing rage to chill-hop).

It’s amusing that Jerry once again pulls the political card on the blog and says we’re right-leaning.

Oh sure, coming from the person who’s so infamously left that even 4chan would cringe at, example?

Or use a tragedy like a shooting as his soapbox and rage to the echo chamber he calls his tumblr:

Clearly Jerry knows how America works as a country. It’s called research Jerry, sweetie. Learn it!

As we’ve made clear on this blog, we’re not at all interested in politics, regardless of what the ever screechy DisneyMaster once accused us of. I can’t speak for my friends on their political view but I’ve stated I stopped caring for political topics due to how abrasive people turn over them. And while the blog has made a few political posts, it’s rare and it’s always in a neutral stance.

Meanwile Jerry over there goes so political left that it’s not even funny, such as:

Stating the Republican Party only panders to “neo-nazis”,”the KKK”, and the “big stupid masses”.

Screeching that Donald Trump should be killed.

Saying Pence should also be killed.

STILL thinking the Electoral Collage doesn’t work because “WAH HILARY SHOULD HAVE WON!”

Blaming the Orlando shooting on Republicans because “THEY AGAINST LGBT!!!”.

And of course the one that struck a nerve:

“If you don’t enforce politics in your reviews, you are a terrible critic”

If that’s the fucking case, then the late Roger Ebert and Gene Siskel sucked at making movie reviews.

In all honesty, that post might as well be Jerry again throwing a fit because there are people out there who don’t like his actions and will critique him for it.

It’s lovely to see the sodium each time Jerry focuses his time yelling at his detractors than his content.

…Then again, that’d be considered a saving grace considering his content is as bad as his rage inducing posts on tumblr.

But the archived postd don’t lie. But we’re still gonna get a fucking “KNOB” post. I can feel it.

- deafpony

#space mare post #lily peet #jerry peet #jojo mod post #collaboration post #deaf pony post

[ihealthlove1-blog]

Crazy Talk: My Therapist Suggested I Commit Myself. I am Terrified.

As somebody who’s been twice, I have lots of advice for you personally.

While he is not a certified therapist, he’s got a lifetime of experience living with the obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD). He’s learned things the hard way to ensure you (hopefully) do not have to.

Content Note: Allergic hospitalization, suicide I’ve fought with treatment-resistant melancholy for a lengthy time, and that I really don’t appear to be getting improved.

I have been suicidal for weeks, although I don’t intend on murdering myself, my therapist recommended that I still go to a medical facility for longer care. I am scared, though.

Whenever people ask me about what it’s like to be psychiatrically hospitalized, ” I don’t beat around the bush: “It really is the worst vacation I have ever taken.”

It’s a vacation that, by the way, I’ve had the pleasure of experiencing double. And that I couldn’t even set my vacation photos upon Instagram, because they took my phone off. The nerve!

If I had, though, it probably would have appeared something similar to that:

(Could you tell comedy is just one of my own coping skills?)

If you are feeling scared, I apologize completely with all the worries that you’re speaking about. The media has never exactly done us any favors in this regard.

When I pictured’psychology wards’ (you know, before I was actually in one single ), I guessed them at precisely the exact same way you’d remember something from the horror film — together with padded rooms, yelling patients, and nurses strapping people down and sedating them.

As striking as that sounds, those sensationalized stories are my sole point of reference up until there.

The reality, though, was not the horror film I had imagined.

My walls weren’t padded (though that sounds comfy), patients were somewhat more likely to become more friendly than screaming, and the most play we’d was talking who had control on the remote every evening once we saw television.

That’s not to imply this was a delight. Being hospitalized was uneasy — and in most ways scary because it’s unknown in every manner. I tell you this to not scare you personally, but instead, to prepare one and also allow you to establish the correct expectations moving in.

The large alteration has related to control, which everybody has a different reaction to.

You don’t have complete control within the food that you eat, where you sleep, even when you’re able to use a phone, your schedule, and in some instances, when you leave.

For a few, having the ability to give up the day-to-day preparation and let someone take control of this really is a relief. For many others, it’s embarrassing. And some times? It’s only a little bit of either.

The area I enjoyed the least, though, was that the impression of being under a microscope. That feeling to be under observation at each moment (and with it, a lack of solitude ) wasn’t an easy task to handle.

I sensed pretty mentally prior to being confessed, but I felt like a full-on nut job when I noticed someone using clipboard-carrying notes about how much food I had left my own tray.

So yes, I will not sugar coat it: Hospitals are uneasy regions. That also did not stop me from moving back another time when I had to though. (and when you keep reading, I’ll give you a few tips to make it easier, I promise.)

Therefore why did I go willingly? And twice, no further? That’s a legal question.

Why will anyone, really, if it has such an uncomfortable experience?

The simplest answer I can offer is the fact that sometimes what we will need to perform and exactly what we would like to do will be two very different things.

And what we prefer over-rides our judgment concerning what we desire, which is the reason why outside remarks — like the therapists — are so valuable in retrieval. Few men and women are excited to visit your hospital for just about any reason. But basically just did exactly what I wanted to do, then I would be eating Sour Patch Kids for snacking and breakfast children’s birthday parties so that I could make use of their dream home and eat their own cake.

To put it differently, I would probably get arrested for trespassing.

I went into the hospital as the emotional and mental anguish I was experiencing had been much significantly more than that I could manage. I needed help, even though I did not need to receive it in a hospital, then I logically understood which was where I was likely to find it.

If you’re able to imagine this scene waltzed right up into the emergency room and said very quietly, “I wanted to jump in front of a train, so I came back here ”

It isn’t a conversation I ever imagined myself with, but then again, few individuals actually anticipate a mental breakdown or write a script to it.

I could have said it casually — and probably fearful the sh*t out of this attendant — but down deep, I was fearful.

It is probably the bravest thing I’ve ever done. And I have to be fair with you, too: I can’t promise you that I would still be living if I had not made that choice.

You do not have to be on the edge of death to visit the hospital, even though.

Maybe not knowing your therapist so I can not say for sure an inpatient stay was recommended (if you aren’t sure, you’re allowed to ask, you know!). I do understand, though, it’s perhaps not just a recommendation that clinicians create softly — it’s simply suggested if they truly feel it’s going to be on your benefit.

I know know, it’s tough to imagine that anything good could come out of it.

However beyond just”staying alive,” there are some important advantages to psychiatric illness that we should chat about.

In case you’re on the fence, here are some things to consider:

You will have to concentrate on you. I predicted it a vacation, didn’t I? No texts answer, no-work emails to juggle — that really is an occasion when you can concentrate completely in your self-care.

You receive an extra pair of health opinions. A brand new clinical team, and so, a pair of fresh eyes can result in a remedy program or even a brand new diagnosis that jump starts your retrieval.

Short-term handicap benefits become more accessible. In many places, short-term handicap benefits become much simpler to get when you are hospitalized (and you’ll have social workers who’re there to assist you to navigate this approach, too).

You are able to reset your regular. Psych hospitals follow pretty consistent schedules (breakfast at 9, art therapy in the time, group therapy AT1, etc ). Getting into a predictable routine can be simpler than you’d think.

Medication changes can occur faster. If something isn’t working, you may not have to wait three weeks before your next appointment with a psychiatrist.

You don’t need to pretend you’re not really a mess. Everyone else is sort of expecting you to be always a wreck, right? Go ahead, cry if you would like to.

You are surrounded by those who”have it.” In meeting other patients, I found kindred souls who could understand what I was going through. Their service was just as helpful since the medical staff’s, or more.

It’s usually safer than being alone. I couldn’t exactly jump in front of the train when I couldn’t leave the ward with a key, now could I?

That said, it’s difficult to know just how to get ready for a stay in a particular hospital, as each one is different.

But in case you’re declaring yourself these are a few basic tips which will make the experience better:

Packs a suitcase (or duffel bag)

This made my 2nd hospitalization therefore far better than my original.

Bring plenty of pajamas with drawstrings removed, more panties than you think you’ll want a light blanket, and also any soothing activities that do not involve sharp or electronics objects.

Designate a service team

Is someone willing to remain in your apartment and keep things tidy (and, when you’ve got animal companions, then keep them hydrated?). That would be communicating with your workplace updates are needed? Who is your”public relations” person if people start wondering why they’ve not heard from you in a little while?

Think about what you’ll need help with, and don’t be afraid to reach out and have your loved ones for support.

Write down the phone numbers you’ll need

More than likely, they’ll require your mobile off. So if you can find people you will want to call, however, you do not have their phone numbers memorized, it’s really a good idea to get them down to paper and have them.

Stop by way of a bookstore or library

What electronic equipment you can or can’t have varies by hospital, but many err on the side of a full-scale electronic detox.

Do not despair, though! Move”old school” along with your entertainment: Graphic novels, comic books, puzzle books, and self-help books were my very best friends when I had been hospitalized. I kept a diary, too.

Make (little ) programs for the future

I knew after my initial hospitalization I had been going to find a brand new tattoo to remind myself of their potency that I showed in my recovery. In case it will help, keep a running list of what you’d love to complete once you get on the other hand.

Outline your expectations

What would you like to get out of your hospital experience? It is helpful for you to have some vague idea of what you are searching for, and also to communicate it to your providers as best you can.

What improvements do you will need to find — logistically, mentally, and physically — for your own life to be much more manageable?

Plus one last thing, before I get off my soapbox: If you do go to the hospital, then do not rush your restoration.

This is actually the very best advice I will give but it is going to be one of the most counter-intuitive, too.

I know that the rush to receive the hell out of there because that’s just what I did the first time — I put on quite the show to become released early… well until I was actually prepared to leave.

But hospitalization is, quite literally, building the base for the remainder of one’s recovery. You wouldn’t rush the foundation of a skyscraper, would you?

” It was not a good year after I had been at the back of an ambulance, able to experience the process for the next time (with an increase of salary lost and medical debt accumulated — what I had been trying to avoid).

Give yourself the best opportunity for achievement. Arrive for every group, every semester, every meal, and every activity you possibly can. Follow the recommendations you’re awarded, including follow-up maintenance, to the best of one’s abilities, too.

Be ready to try everything — even the material seems dull or unworthy — once, if not double (just to be certain you have beenn’t only grumpy the very first time because, hey, this happens).

And trust me, your clinicians do not desire one to remain in the hospital no more than you need to be there. There’s no benefit in providing you bed when someone else might need it longer. Trust the process and remember this is temporary.

As with every other health struggle, some times more involved care is necessary. That is a fact of life and never a reason to be embarrassed.

If you end up hesitating as you’re stressed what others may think, I would like to gently remind you that nothing — and I mean nothing at all — is much more crucial than your well-being, especially during a mental health crisis.

[justtwentyonewriters]

Goner//Josh Dun Fanfiction

Note: Since it’s pretty much based on the idea that the book 13 Reasons Why by Jay Asher presented. It contains suicide, and some other pretty dark stuff. Each chapter will have its own warnings, but in the mean time be careful while reading—I don’t want to cause any harm.

Xx

               He was a nobody last month—when the teachers would call his name in attendance, everyone would look around. Confused expressions adorning their features, he seemed like a myth. Like a legend.

               “I heard that Josh kid killed a dude once.”

               “Really? Because I heard he was raised by wolves” Stupid things created by rather stupid people—usually. The more insane and unrealistic stories seemed like a comic relief compared to the other rumors spread about the boy. You heard all about how he allegedly tried drowning his younger sister, how he allegedly got kicked out of his old school because he was dealing drugs, how he allegedly slit his wrists all day everyday.

               You chose to ignore them—you rather liked Josh. Well when you saw him anyway. Columbus high wasn’t particularly small—there were a minimum of 3 classes each for all the core subjects; far more for the extracurricular. You were lucky though; you got to share 3 of 4 classes with this mysterious new kid. The one who kept his head down and only spoke when spoken to. You wish you could’ve figured out why.

Xx

               You internally groaned as your teacher began talking—not about science, not about chemicals. Rather, he was discussing suicide. The topic on everybody’s mind since the “nobody” became the school celebrity. It made you sick to see everyone fake compassion, suddenly turn into heroes; or what they believed was a hero.

               “I know this is a fresh wound for everyone, considering it has only been 2 weeks. But all the staff at Columbus High would like to reach out for any student needing help. Mental health is just as important as physical health! If your brain is off balance, then your whole body will follow.” You stared outside, choosing to ignore the latest soapbox speech. The sky was gray, except it wasn’t raining—nor did the clouds look like they wanted to pour. Rather it was just a dark undertone, blocking away the sunlight. Almost like the universe was foreshadowing the boy’s fate. “Now if you know anyone who is going through tough times; please remember that getting them help is much more important than keeping a friendship.” You cast your gaze over to the teacher, who was putting his paper on the desk. Figures, the school gave them a premade speech to rattle off. “Do any of you have any questions?” You took a deep breath in, waiting for the vultures to dive in for the kill.

               “This kid, is he dead?” One of the basketball players asked from the back of the room; his expression was neutral but you could’ve sworn you heard his voice waver just a little.

               “I am not in a position to discuss that with you Mr. Joseph. That is something you will have to talk to the family about. Are there any other questions?” Your gaze went to the basketball player, who was gnawing on his lip—deep in thought. Probably contemplating another question.

               “If he does die, will there be an investigation and charges? Will it be treated like murder or just his bad decision making?” The people around him snickered at the end of his sentence, finding a cruel amusement in the insult. You found it sickening—for the fact that he probably tried killing himself for this exact reason.

               “That is up to the family to decide.” The teacher stated bluntly, turning his attention to the latest unit. Trying to avoid being put in any more awkward situations for one morning. You pulled open your notebook, clicking your pen. Trying to ignore the heavy feeling settled in your chest—you barely knew this kid, so why is all the suicide talk getting to you?

Xx

               “Hey! Y/L/N!” You heard someone call as you walked toward the lunchroom—your morning classes droned on, filled with chatter about Josh. Why people think he did it, what they think happened, even as far as how. It disgusted you to the core. You turned to see that basketball player, Joseph you think his name was walking up beside you.  ‘‘You didn‘t look so good in class today, I was coming to see if you were alright” You were taken back by the question—despite its seemingly innocent motive.

               “I’m fine, thank you Joseph.” You whispered, turning to leave toward the cafeteria once again.

               “It’s Tyler, and you just didn’t seem so good when they brought up those rough topics. I just thought I’d be a support. So if you ever need anything. Call me.” He extended his hand out to yours—keeping up with you as you walked. You rolled your eyes before taking the paper and shoving it haphazardly into your pocket. “Before you think anything; I’m not playing any cheesy hookup lines on you. I actually care and don’t want this to happen to someone else.” He whispered to you, before changing paths and meeting up with the rest of the basketball team.

               You couldn’t quite wrap your mind around it, the basketball team captain was suddenly being nice to you? Something was definitely up.

Xx

               “Hi honey, how was your day?” Your mom asked, walking up to the door to greet you. Eyes shimmering with curiosity.

               “It was fine, pretty boring though. Just notes all class.” You shrugged, taking your shoes off and making your way to your room. Your mom following you most of the way, asking you a variety of questions about your day. What were the notes on, did you learn anything interesting? Did you make any new friends? Needless to say, you were kind of resentful at what this Josh kid had caused—suddenly nobody left you alone. It was a constant stream of “how are you? Are you okay? How was your day?” and other fake interest. You liked it better when you could sit on the outside of the world and watch it as it passed, popping in on your own accord.

               “Y/N, your bag is hanging wide open!” Your mom commented, as soon as you reached your door. You scrunched your nose up—you definitely remember zipping it before you made your way out of school. Except when you slung it off your back—the zipper was wide open. What the hell?

               “I must’ve forgot to zip it! I’m going to make sure everything is here and do my homework. Okay mom, love you.” You quickly slipped into your room, shutting the door behind you before emptying the contents of your backpack on the bed.

               Books, check. Pencil case, check. Notebook, check. Weird bag thing, check? You arched and eyebrow as you opened the zip lock bag. It seemed to have a brown paper bag inside of it. Sitting cross-legged on your bed you slowly pulled out the bag. Praying it didn’t have an illegal substance somewhere within it. You grabbed one end of the brown bag, letting out a shocked scream when it unrolled itself and something fell to you lap. Provoking the curiosity of your mother.

               “I’m fine mom! No need to come in, just saw a spider that’s all.” You yelled out to her, taking a breath of relief when you saw it was only a usb drive that fell to your lap—not drugs. You inspected the drive, it was seemingly normal. Had a few scratches along it, but what doesn’t? Putting it to the side, you looked closer at the brown bag, opening it to find a few sheets of paper crammed inside.

               For Your Eyes ONLY. Strange enough. You opened the paper, heart clenching when you saw a boyish handwriting sprawled across the page.

               It’s simple. Watch the videos, pack up the usb and instructions, and move along—maybe even change a bit. That could never hurt right?

               Besides that, keep this within the group—and keep it going. You wouldn’t want to know what would happen if it stopped, but what threat am I? I’m either dead or comatose.

JD

               No. It couldn’t be. Why is this coming to you? Maybe it was a mistake? You flopped over the side of your bed, reaching underneath to pull your laptop up onto your bed. Tapping nervously you watched as the technology in front of you took forever to open. And forever to recognize the USB.

               13 files. Each were labeled with a number—nothing else. Taking a deep breath you clicked the first file—watching as the media player popped up, starting a video of a dark room. The only sounds were that of a furnace and someone’s breathing. Shivers found their way down your spine when you were met with a somewhat familiar face—he looked calm. A small smirk playing at his lips.

               “I’m not going to repeat myself with instructions—if the person before you neglected to add them. Listen, find them and figure out what you need to do.” He let out a emotionless laugh. “Other than that, hey. Glad you could make it to the party.” You felt your chest tighten as your eyes burned with tears. You barely knew him, but seeing his face. No emotion, nothing on it made your heart shatter.

               “To set the record straight here, no I didn’t leave any notes, no my family doesn’t know why and no all your rumors are probably wrong.” You paused the video, resting your elbows on your knees and holding your head up with your hands. Why was this sent to you?? “I know what you’re wondering, “What is this and why am I included”, in dear time friend. In due time you’ll know. Just listen for a bit—like I do. Well used to.” You stared at the screen, in complete shock. Jumping slightly when a knock came on your door.

               “Honey, are you coming down for supper tonight?” Your mom asked—probably wondering how many plates to prepare.

               “No, I’m really busy and not too hungry.” You called back, reaching in your bag for a pair of headphones. Plugging them in before warily pressing play again.

               “If you’re ready for a ride, lets go. Congrats Mr. Cos, you’re the lucky first contestant.”

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