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I getting really annoyed at certain people on AO3. Bigots. I hate bigots. I think most of us do hate them.
There’s a story on AO3 that appropriately tagged with the pronouns of the characters (LU and LOZ characters) were using in the story. This guest commented that the pronouns are wrong and other bigoted stuff. This guy even replied to my comment in which I told the author to ignore them and that I liked the pronouns they gave the characters. Saying that God created humans, male and female, after his image. To which I commented saying that they’re not human, they’re Hylians, a species that don’t exist. Neither does God exist in the LOZ universe. I also told them if you don’t like something then don’t read it, Especially when it was appropriately tagged.
I hate bigots.
I getting really annoyed at certain people on AO3. Bigots. I hate bigots. I think most of us do hate them.
There’s a story on AO3 that appropriately tagged with the pronouns of the characters (LU and LOZ characters) were using in the story. This guest commented that the pronouns are wrong and other bigoted stuff. This guy even replied to my comment in which I told the author to ignore them and that I liked the pronouns they gave the characters. Saying that God created humans, male and female, after his image. To which I commented saying that they’re not human, they’re Hylians, a species that don’t exist. Neither does God exist in the LOZ universe. I also told them if you don’t like something then don’t read it, Especially when it was appropriately tagged.
I hate bigots.
hey guys… reminder: you don’t have to like a headcanon a lot of people have for a character, but you have to remember that it will NOT kill you. making a negative post about a headcanon is so pointless 😭😭😭
another dark post! anyways, from the zero day website, we know that the boys set off several of the pipe bombs which sent shrapnel everywhere and injured quite a few students. we also know that the boys had knives on them.
so… imagine andre sets off one of the bombs, throwing it at a group of students and running off. cal stays behind, though, as he sees a student with a piece of shrapnel almost directly in their stomach, bleeding profusely. the student cries out as cal comes closer and kneels next to the boy who is a couple grades below him.
cal puts his hands on the wound. when he pulls back, his hands are painted red. the sight excites him, makes his heart beat impossibly faster. the only negative is the boy himself, specifically the life that still exists within him. cal brandishes a knife he had hidden in his belt and aims it for the boy’s throat. he doesn’t miss.
the blond boy runs his hands through his hair before returning to andre, transforming the pale color into a sickly maroon. when andre sees cal, he notices that the boy’s normally blue eyes are now dark, almost black and dilated with power. the smile cal gives andre is bright and speckled with blood.