If you blacklisted billdip you can still find it on Deviantart, twitter, fanfiction, Google search,ect.
The same goes for hidashi, elsanna, mabill, stancest, pinecest, pewey, stevidot, ponnie, and every other bad ship in existence. The only way to stop seeing it is to make the creators stop.
So shippers, NO WE WON’T IGNORE IT BECAUSE IT CAN’T BE IGNORED.
God, do you know how the internet works? If you want people to stop criticizing you and your ships…just stop shipping it!
Especially if it’s because your ships is:
1. Abusive
2. Incestious
3. Homophobic/Transphobic
4. Pedophilia
5. Too unhealthy to work
Welcome to the real world, if you keep doing something as making content (especially porn) for these unhealthy and bad ships then you deserve your fee fees hurt.
At least you weren’t abused, or raped by an adult and relative and have to sit in silence as people romanticize that shit.
@ anon, case in point.
“Welcome to the real world”
Its 8:07am on a bright autumn Monday morning. Your weekend was nice, but not nearly as long. It never is. You hold your briefcase between your arm and your side to free both hands to adjust your tie as you exit the lift onto your floor. You’re just sitting down at your cubicle when you spot your boss coming in through the glass double doors of your accounting department. You worry he’s about to issue another education for being late. You’re one away from a write-up.
Your hands are numb with anxiety, but as he draws nearer to your cubicle, you see tears streaming down his face. He slams his hands down on your desk.
“I found your DeviantART Johnson! How dare you post that drawing of Pearl and Mayor Dewey kissing!” He stands up straight, addressing everyone in the office. “That’s it, everyone in the conference room, we’re having a sensitivity training meeting.”
Your department files into the conference room where your boss already has a powerpoint presentation projected onto the whiteboard beside marker outlining 2017 project goals for this year’s department budget. On one side of the board is a drawing of Stanley and Standord Pines cuddling in bed. On the other side, Tweek and Craig from South Park sharing a tender anime kiss.
“I almost couldn’t come into work because of this garbage!” Your boss says, his voice cracking. “This is… incest… and child porn… I’ve never been more disgustes in my life.”
“Shouldn’t we be focusing on the deadline today for-”
“SHUT YOUR PEDO MOUTH NANCY I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE DEFENDING THIS.” He pauses, convulsing in sobs. Once he’s composed himself, he clicks to the next slide where there’s a picture of Steven and Peridot drawn kissing each other’s cheeks. It looks as though it was made on mspaint.
“Do you not understand these are CHILDREN? I’m horrified Johnson. I took this one off your deviantart-.”
“My kids really like Steven Unive-”
“I’VE ALREADY CALLED THE POLICE. PLEASE COLLECT YOUR STUFF YOU’RE FIRED.” Your boss has curled up on the floor, sobbing. His assistant, Janice, is kneeling beside him glaring at you.
“Its 2017 people, welcome to the real world.”
I’m crying
Where is the next chapter
(is this ok, it turned out more serious than I thought)
It’s Saturday, you’re meeting up with a friend in your favorite cafe. She sends you a message that she’ll be horribly late because of traffic, you reply that it’s not a problem.
You bring out your sketchbook and begin to draw. You start out a rough sketch with a pencil. It’s the two characters you really like together in that show that you’ve recently watched.
After a while, you stretch your arms and decide to order another cup of tea and maybe a snack to eat.
The girl behind the counter doesn’t look happy, but you pay no mind. Maybe she’s had a bad day, maybe her rent is due and she doesn’t have the money, maybe someone she loves recently died. You hope her day gets better, you think you might give her an extra tip to make her smile.
You choose the chocolate chip cookie and a chai tea latte. You go back to your seat and continue sketching.
Skritch.
Skritch.
Skritch.
The tea is warm enough to drink so you take a sip. You look at your final sketch and think about the colors you can paint on it later. Maybe red to make it festive. It’s almost the end of December, but it wouldn’t hurt to make a holiday themes artwork.
You’re cut off from your musings when the girl from the counter slaps her hands on your table.
“… Can I help you?” You ask.
The girl mumbles.
You tilt your head. “I’m sorry, could you repeat that?”
The girl slams her hands again, harder this time. “PEDOPHILE!” She screeches, slamming her hands again. “I’ve been watching you draw that filth, you disgusting pedo!”
You edge away, a little scared. “I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re-”
“THIS!” She grabs your sketch pad and shoves it so hard to your face that you reel back. It is the thing you were sketching. “Why would you make something like this?!” She shakes it furiously. “It’s toxic!”
“I-It’s just a doodle I ma-”
“You’re normalizing unhealthy relationships!” She screams. “You-! You-!” She lunges at you and grabs your bag and phone. Your tea and cookie fall to the floor. The cup and plate shatters, the tea is spilled.
“What are you doing?” You ask, horrified. You try to get your stuff back but she’s faster than you. She dodges and laughs. “Give those back!”
“I’ll find out where you live,” she smiles, it’s not a nice smile. “Then I can report you and you’ll be punished like you deserve.”
“I’m just drawing to pass the time!” You chase her, but she’s still faster. “I’m not bothering anyone! It’s just fanart for a show I like!”
“It’s not just fanart,” she sneers, tapping something on your phone. “People could be hurt because of disgusting shippers like you.”
“Who?!”
You get no answer, only a laugh and a proud grin. “I shared your address to my friends, now they’ll know what to do.”
Do what? You wail in your mind, not liking the look in the girl’s eyes.
You’re saved by a few braver customers who stop the girl and return your stuff. Someone gets the manager and kicks the girl out.
“T-thanks,” you stutter, clutching your bag tightly.
“It’s no problem,” the manager smiles. “Why don’t you go sit down and I’ll get you another cookie and a new cup of tea? It’s on the house.”
You give a shaky smile and nod, thanking the manager again.
You find another seat and try to get back to drawing. Your hands are too shaky though, so you opt to just staring at your unfinished work in frustration.
The manager returns with another chocolate chip cookie and a fresh cup of chai tea latte.
“Dig in,” he urges.
You eat the cookie, the texture feels off.
You choke.
There’s so much pain, you reach for your tea and-
Tink.
Tink.
Tink.
Several needles fall from your mouth, along with droplets of blood.
There are needles in your cookie.
You try to scream, but it just comes out as a gargled whimper. The manager smiles, leaning forward and patting your shoulder softly.
“Welcome to the real world,” he says. “Where scum like you deserve to get your fee fees hurt.”
You choke on the chocolate chip cookie you got from your favorite cafe, the taste of copper bubbling in your throat.
Everything’s slowly turning dark, you stare at your sketchpad. Idly, you think red would have suited that drawing.
Why do people still say “this doesn’t fit my blog theme but I had to reblog anyway”? It’s almost 2018. Who gives a fuck. Who even has a coherent blog anymore
if you dont believe in god thats fine but when extremely horrible things have happened and people are praying for the lost souls of children, it is not the time to speak up. it is not just “stating your opinion” it’s being an asshole
I reblog this as an atheist who really wishes other atheists would shut the fuck up and let people deal with tragedy in their own way that hurts no one.
Aaaaand the opposite is also true. If a horrible tragedy befalls an atheist, don’t try to use it as an opportunity to lead them to Jesus.
Hot cocoa haven 