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My friends don't understand. No one understands. People who don't stress are the worst. People worse than that are people who don't cry when they're stressed. My boyfriend broke up with me which I was glad about. Then it turned out it was my ex boyfriend who pushed him into doing it. It then turned out that that was a lie and my ex was only in the same room as my other ex when we broke up. I still like my ex. Not the one that lied to me the other one. No one gets that. I don't get that. And it's horrible. I just want to hug him again. He gave the best hugs... my ex that I still like is called Simon and my ex that lied to me is Eric. It's the worst feeling. I can't tell anyone... it hurts. Like physical pain. Hurt. I just want him back. But I can't... cause... he's not like that... why can't I just have someone to talk to about this?? FUCK MY LIFE

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time to put up my halloween decorations *glues your selfies all over my house*

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You know people say...

People say you know you’re over someone when you stop looking at their social media. That doesn’t work for me. He deleted his social media. It’s not my fault I swear because I haven’t talked to him since August so trust me it’s not my fault. But his youtubers and his subscribers are all gone. Poof. Gone. Twitter? Gone. Even his Instagram? Gone? Yup. So I guess he’s forcing me to get over him a year after we broke up and me having 2 boyfriends since and still not being over him… I can now say I’m over him.

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Ryan Reynolds gave a Deadpool fan the best get-well gift ever

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Tinder - Blaine x Reader

Name: Tinder

Pairing: Blaine x Reader

Summary: The Reader gets a match on Tinder while working on the Rooster Teeth Podcast

Rating: E for Everyone. 

Word Count: 1,835

Notes: Finally, I’m getting my RT fanfic blog up and running, feel free to send in your prompts! I got the idea for this one while watching Podcast #282, if that isn’t obvious. I downloaded Tinder for this, and I still don’t understand it.

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What Time Is It?!

That’s right, it’s giveaway time!!  I’ve reached over 555 followers, so therefore, that deserves celebration!  And Cheesecake!

How Many People Will Win?!

THREE.  I’ll have what amounts to a first, second, and third winner, in that order of generating.  No more, no less, do not pass go, do not collect $200.

What Can I Win?!?

1st Winner: Any T-SHIRT from the Rooster Teeth store.  

Any shirt you want.  You want a Funhaus one?  Yeah!!  I heartily approve!  Want an Achievement Hunter one?  Well, you’re the one in charge of your life decisions, I guess.

2nd Winner: Any POSTER from the Rooster Teeth store.

Obviously not the limited edition RVB one that’s like $60.00, that’s fucking ridiculous.  Hey, don’t judge me, I’m covering my bases here.  I watch those stupid court-case shows.

3rd Winner: Any KEYCHAIN from the Rooster Teeth store. 

Hey man, keychains are cool, and I don’t see many of these given away.  I recommend the Funhaus one.  It’s the most aesthetically appealing.  Stars are overrated.

Rules:

Must be following me. madpeakeofhell. This is as much to stroke my own ego as it is to be a giveaway for the people who get to deal with my shitposting every day.

Reblogs Will ONLY Count as entries.  

Reblog as many times as you want. Or really, as many times as isn’t annoying to your followers.  Don’t spam them, that’s just a dick move.

No Giveaway Blogs, please. That’s boring.

You must have your ask box open in order for me to contact you if you are one of the three winners. Otherwise, I will choose someone else.

If you are chosen, you then have 24 hours to respond to my message. Otherwise, I will choose someone else. See a pattern?

I am willing to ship anywhere in the world, so don’t let location halt you. Mars might be tricky, though.

You must be alright with giving me your valid address if you are picked.  Otherwise, there is no point.  Also, don’t worry.  I don’t have the money to go stalk you.  That sounds expensive.

If you are the winner of the t-shirt but would prefer one of the other two prizes, that’s fine, we can switch it up.  That just means the second or third winner will be…um…upgraded to the next tier.  That’s a good word for it.

The giveaway will end on Midnight, February 21st, U.S. Mountain Time.  Any reblogs after that sure as hell won’t be able to count…

Anything Else I Should Know?!?!?!

Um…Nope.  Not really.  Have fun? Do good things?  Enjoy stuff?  Hug a penguin? 

Seriously though, I’m so happy to have become a bigger part of this community, and I’m happy I’m able to do this.  Thanks, everyone.

Go nuts!

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I need to get this off my chest

HUGE TRIGGER WARNING FOR RAPE

(All names but mine have been changed) Only one of my friends knows this happened. Not even my boyfriend (who I wasn’t with at the time) knows this happened because I’m so scared to tell anyone this happened and what they might think. I’m scared people might say “you could of stopped him.”

So here I go. Out onto the internet.

I’ll do an intro to get into it.

Hello. My name is Eliza. I’m a 15 year old irish girl. The farthest I’ve ever gone with someone that was consensual was kissing. I don’t mind that people who have been with their boyfriends’ for a long time have gone further than that… way further. I am not one of those girls.

Last summer I was at a friends house. We’ll call her Helen. So I was at Helen’s house to stay the night with her boyfriend, Martin, her friend, Lisa and our two friends, Kevin and Owen. We stayed up until really early watching YouTube videos. Helen fell asleep on a beanbag bed, so her boyfriend went up to her bed and fell asleep. As the hours went on into the night Lisa decided to go to the spare room and sleep. This left myself, Owen and Kevin. In the office we were in there were 2 rolley chairs and two old fashioned recliners. Between the 3 of us there were 3 blankets. At around 5:30am Kevin fell asleep on the floor with a small blanket and pillow. This left me and Owen awake. We had to share one huge blanket so we decided to push the recliners together. We wrapped ourselves in the blankets only to find we couldn’t sleep. I decided to scroll through my Twitter feed and was showing Owen some of the posts. Owen then decided to sit inbetween the two seats almost towering over me. I soon felt a hand go down my leg.

Now the next bit is hard to write because it was such a blur.

Under the blanket I could feel his hand get closer to my…core? Womanhood? Um… no no zone? My private area that cheating hands like his shouldn’t be going without consent? Yeah. That. Now pause here again. So at this point you can see that he was in the wrong. The worst thing at that time was that he had a serious girlfriend. To him that was the worst. Back to the story. He put his hands down on the top of my privates. He then started…rubbing the fabric on the outside… I didn’t say anything or do anything because what are you supposed to do then? There was his best friend asleep on the ground and so was mine. I kept scrolling through my Twitter feed showing him things every now and then. I could see he was intensely staring at me. Just burning into my skull. I was to scared to look because then he put his hand down my pants. He started touching me and doing stuff and I didn’t like it but I didn’t know what to do. He didn’t just touch…

Once he didn’t get a reaction he went back to his seat. I got up went to the bathroom and panicked I broke down and cried. I waited a few minutes and went back down to the nightmare. I thought it was over. I went down and he was crying. He. Was. Crying. I had stopped. He then took me to the kitchen and told me how he had a girlfriend and he shouldn’t of done that. He was hurt that I hadn’t stopped him.

Needless to say. We went back to the seats a while later. He then proceeded to try do it again.

Now here is the real kicker. He went to sleep the opposite side of his chair. So his head was furthest away from me. I woke up a while later and found his head the closest to mine as possible but still in his seat, his hand on my ass squeezing it. After the nightmare of that night, we have never spoken of it.

So here I am. Hi. I have gotten over it because I don’t attach myself to this. His girlfriend who he’s still with does not know what happened that night. My friend knows and a few others know he cheated… just they don’t know he cheated with me. I am hoping he tells her or I’m going to tell her soon.

So hopefully this makes it’s way to her. Hi. I know we only know each other by names and through other people but I’d like to say, you are such a nice person… you do not deserve a person like him. My name isn’t Eliza to you. Please wake up and discover how much better you are than him. Please. Get someone better.

I’m sorry if anyone was hurt or anything by this but…I need to tell people.

-Eliza ♡