welcome to womens clothing where the sizes are made up and the measurements don’t matter
It all started with a post…
I was Misha. She was Misha. He was Misha.
WE ALL WERE MISHA.
No blog was safe. No fandom was safe. Any tag you looked on, MISHA.
To anyone who remembers the Mishapocalypse…
Your follower count probably looked like this:
Blogs you visited may have looked like this:
And here are some of the…products of the Mishapocalypse:
Even into the real world:
Meanwhile, the only one who was not Misha, was Misha:
It had such a huge impact on the fandom, months later Mishapocalypse faces were still popping up:
In conclusion, the Mishapocalypse was basically like this:
the problem, as i see it:
contrary to popular belief, feminism is not a movement against men, it is a movement for women.
and contrary to popular belief, men’s rights activism is not a movement for men, it is a movement against women.
i was in the car with my mum today and she stopped reversing and looks at me and was like “is that a hickey ??? On ur neck ?????? did a boy do that to u ????????? i thought u’d be alone forever on ur laptop.” the hickey was a bruise from where i accidentally shot myself in the neck with a nerf dart while trying 2 recreate a scene in star trek. my life is so pathetic even mum wants me 2 get some