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*calls John Green a pedophile and accuses him of child abuse for writing Y/A novels*
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*sends Joss Whedon death threats over a movie*
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*causes x-kit guy to have a mental breakdown over people claiming he is a sexual predator*
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Clothes are gender neutral!
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*demonizes Markiplier for wearing makeup for a challenge video/wearing a dress that a fan had given him*
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Bullying is wrong guys!
This is what happens when you have an alchemist who is learns from a crazed scientist and a summoner taught by a vampire lord and put them in a room with a dragon, pony and manticore.
It’s kind of frustrating to be given a list of things not to support without being given an alternative. NBCF and AWI are quick finds, please let me know if they’re problematic. I do not think Lambda Legal is, and I know ASAN is a fantastic support run by and for autistic people.
Please stay alert of this because the money could go toward a good organization to help the world
We gave her multiple chances to respond and stretched deadlines out of common courtesy and it was all rebuffed. We even had our lawyer try and give a courtesy call but her mother refused to allow Maia on the phone for that one. The only option left to receive back the items and set at least a little of this chaos straight, is letting the law handle it.
There was no lawyer who called. Atemu was the one who called, pretending to be a lawyer. Also, [she -the secretary] called a phone number [she] shouldn’t have even been able to get because [Maia] never gave the number to anyone. How did he get the number?Obviously he, or someone else from this blog is stalking even more closely, or hacked into Maia’s computer.
Why can’t you all just leave the frightened girl be?
No. it wasn’t Atemu, and get that out of your skull. It was MY legal representative’s secretary giving the courtesy call, and Maia’s mum played with fire. She decided to play bravado and ask for my secretary’s “bonafadas”, which is a stupid attempt to use Spanish for bonafides in the situation Maia was (and is) in.
And it’s evidently clear that you are ignorant to legal proceedings, because clearly you don’t know how legal subpoena’s work. As I am fully pursuing a legal suit on her, the legal office is, by its own rights, allowed to track her down and be kept up to date with phone records and addresses of travel. This is in order to deliver a note of appearance for her to be in court to be tried. This isn’t shocking or groundbreaking to people who been court cases before. The courtesy call was for her to really consider the agreement made when she had a negotiator acting on her stead, or face legal action.
So maybe, just maybe, if you took your head out of your arse, you will realise I am sick and fed up of you, and people like you, that had undermined my legitimate and rightful claims to my items since June of last year, because this “poor, frightened girl” has intentionally robbed me, and belittled my integrity.
I have taken the position of ignoring whatever kagebouzuarts says in response, but I am reblogging what officialkeikoandgilly said for y’all to see. Even now, Maia, and those who follow her without question, claims that I called the address our legal attorney had acquired in the days before the deadline passed. Per brother’s permission I had asked the legal office to give a courtesy call as a means of trying to settle and avoid a legal suit.
The rest is history. I stand by this, and bro stands with me. We were informed of what went down, and for the record, Kage is way off on her assumptions:
1. We are an information blog that relies on anonymous submission. We use public, verifiable posts that Maia has made herself. The ONLY time that private information (censored of course) was used on this blog was when nintendork tried acting cute about a lack of evidence.
2. I have repeatedly stated we do not condone doxxing. So the only way that number could be found was, logically, if she was getting sued or pursued legally. Which is exactly what we said we would do.
3. There is no proof from their end proving their narrative, but we have evidence proving ours.
The ball was in your court, Maia. You fouled way too many times. Now it’s our ball. And I say again: We’ll see you in court.
I love how humans have literally not changed throughout history like the graffiti from Pompeii has people from hundreds of years ago writing stuff like “Marcus is gay” “I fucked a girl here” “Julius your mum wishes she was with me” and leonardo da vinci’s assistants drew dicks in their notebooks just for the banter and mozart created a piece called “kiss my ass” so when people wish for ‘today’s generation’ to be like ‘how people used to’ then we’re already there buddy we’ve always been
The Hagia Sophia has inscriptions that were considered sacred for centuries until they were deciphered in the 70s to be Nordic runes saying “Halfdan wrote this”
When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’
