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POV: an anonymous jorvikgain:

AITA for being busy?

So I have this house sitting job and the client wants me to sleep over so we can see how the cats respond to me. But I’ve already seen how the cats respond to me. They liked me whenever i went to go see her house. And I’m not comfortable doing that sort of thing having a sleep over like that while the persons still there. And this wasn’t part of our original agreement.

The thing about the sleep over too is that she would want me to stay home with her and the cats all day. But that really doesn’t work because I have to go to work. I’m a dog walker plus pet/house sitter so I have multiple clients during the day. And I’m gone for most of the day because of that. I can’t just cancel on a whole days worth of work just for her, because I’m not getting paid for this.

And of course she wants me to do the sleep over event on not one but TWO of my busiest work days that I’ve had in years. Like does she think I’m going to willingly lose out on 1,000 dollars of money just for her? I haven’t had that kind of cash flow since 2019, and it’s really nice to see business picking up again. And since I want to keep these other clients business I’m not really in a position right now to cancel on them nor reschedule them since these are extremely new clients. I need to establish a rapport with them first before I pull a stunt like that.

Thus because of this I expressed I would be unavailable for that type of service on the days she suggested and that maybe doing it on the weekend would be more appropriate since that would work with both our schedules.

But not long after I suggested that I get a call from her and she curses me out and calls me a bitch for suggesting a different days. And that its very unprofessional of me to turn down her request for a sleep over. And that she doesn’t know if she can trust me now with her cats.

Again I don’t know how suggesting a different couple of days would level up me to Bitch? So am i the asshole for this?

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POV: mica stoneground

Aita for not taking people to the cloud kingdom this year?

Context: so every year, during pride month, I take people up to the cloud kingdom. The people love it as it is a place of rainbows and colors. And the people of the cloud kingdom (who are called the Daughters of Bilitis) benefit as well as they can sell pride merchandise using special fabric only made in the cloud kingdom.

However this year we have been unable to fly up to the cloud kingdom. The reason being that Daughters of Bilitis have recently decided they do not want to host pride in the cloud kingdom any more. They claim that while they enjoy having us as guests there’s been a, to quote, “homophobic ice witch running rampant and stealing the cloud kingdom colors.”

Frankly I think that’s ridiculous. I know we lost the colors last year, and the year before that, and the year before that one. But that was a freak of nature. Surely that can’t possibly happen again.

Now everyone is calling me an asshole for not taking them up the cloud kingdom even though it’s widely out of my hands. Since we are not even allowed back up there any more. I’ve tried explaining this too but no one listens.

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Thought I’d make a little guide for the polls idk:

YTA=You're the asshole

NTA=Not the asshole

JAH=Justified asshole

NAH=No assholes here

ESH=Everyone sucks here

INFO=Not enough information to judge

this is more for my own reference

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Hey so i forgot this blog existed um so yeah theres that

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Thank you 🖤

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If this gets 10k notes I will tell my parents that I suspect I have autism and OCD.

No comment spam.

Not tagging anyone because Tumblr's power is scary.

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ALL THE GAYS REBLOG THIS LETS SEE HOW FAR OR TUMBLR THIS GETS

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rice, like humans, is mostly water. thus, eating rice may be essentially equivalent to cannibalism. and as we know, cannibalism is frequently used as a metaphor or even stand-in for gay sex. therefore eating rice can be seen as the same as gay sex. in this essay I will

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guys i have forgotten to write more aita’s for this please forgive me. I will commence writing them once im less busy. The busyness dies down on the 19th.

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Trigger warning mention of suicide. Among other mental health related things.

POV: Shenandoah: (my playable character)

WIBTA if I distanced myself from someone who’s toxic for me to be around?

For context, I (23 F), single, I recently made a new friend (72 F), who’s a widow. I know we have a large age gap but we met at church. But we are still friends. She was very sweet at first, however, recently as I have gotten to know her better and better, she’s started saying some weird things. I also want to note that I personally am autistic.

First, it started off, that her husband had died. And that she didn’t really like her husband. And she gives off the impression that she is almost happy hes gone. And that he was a horrible lazy man. But I figured she must be grieving you know. Grief is a long process, and sometimes makes you say weird things like that.

And besides she spent a long time taking care of her husband. So I figured she might be bitter from having to take care of her husband for such a long time, and that does thanks an emotional toll on you. That story was told to me the first time we spent any real time together. Anyways a weird story anyhow to tell a single 23 yr who’s never even had a boyfriend.

Then, she went off how her son is autistic, and how his mental age was a child. And she then said that he was living on his own. And that he killed himself in his apartment. I just thought it was weird that he was living on his own if his mental age was that of an actual child. At that point it just strikes me as weird, because I didn’t know his actual circumstances. Again I just brush this off as a weird story to vent about to a 23 yr without children. Then again she’s grieving for not only her son but husband.

At this point I’m thinking she might just be a little weird. She’s 72 though and I think she’s lonely. And if you’re lonely and isolated that can make you a little bit weird.

Then the next time the third time i spend any serious time with her, she gets even wilder. She tells me, that Autistic people can’t feel love. Or emotions. And thats just plain offensive to me as an autistic person who feels love and emotions very deeply. I just express it in a different manner.

We got talking about this in the first place, because one of her daughters wanted to marry an Autistic guy. And her daughter said in essence we’re so in love I want to marry him. To which my friend responded to her daughter: “no sweetie don’t marry him. He doesn’t love you autistic people can’t feel love. He will never love you if you marry him.” And the daughter accepted this advice and broke up with the guy.

I don’t even remember why she told me that story. Anyways this whole story was very hurtful to me because thats just plain not true. I didn’t say anything because I want to be forgiving. And kind to this lonely old women. Nevertheless I came home crying from this event.

But I’m thinking I’m going to have to distance myself from her. Mainly because I don’t think she’s good for my mental health.

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POV: Shenandoah.

AITA for saying an extra cat would cost more for house sitting?

So, I, house sit for various people in Jorvik. Recently someone told me they acquired a new cat. I thought it was a new permanent cat. So I said a new cat costs more for house sitting.

However, I have been informed that this cat is a stray. And only comes around once a week. And someone who overheard this and apparently thought this was rude and abrupt that I would say this desptie the cat doesn’t come to often. Although they knew this information and I didn’t.

However it still wasn’t part of the agreement and i thought she had adopted a new cat that stayed at her house 24/7. I mean obviously if it comes once a week i wouldn’t charge extra but i didn’t know that at the time i said this.

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POV: Darko:

AITA for writing an angry letter to my top engineer? 

For context, I and one other person started an oil drilling company.  However we have had reports that the drill machines have been destroyed. They’ve been either blown up, zapped with electricity somehow, or gone missing entirely. 

HOW in the world do you manage to lose an entire oil drill is beyond me. But my engineer who is supposed to keep these things around, build them, and maintain it, won’t do anything about it! I don’t think he’s even read the reports, and they go back months! MONTHS!

So anyways out of spiteful anger I wrote a letter to him about his incompetence. And basically said that if he cannot fucking build satisfactory machinery that will not break and machinery that’s tamper proof, it’s not only his neck on the line but mine. And we’ll both lose our jobs. 

In this letter, I did say he would be receiving disciplinary action for his incompetence. That is scrubbing the underside of our rig, but said much less nicely. 

As a result he sent a letter back threatening to quit if I don’t apologize, and stop the disciplinary action. But why would I do that if he’s risking the company’s success by not doing his job? I don’t think he’s serious about working at dark core, and he’s currently walking a thin fucking line and is this 🤏 close to losing his Job.

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my last AITA about big bonny was 1,062 words

Its almost a short story according to writer’s digest

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warning this ones long: I didn’t realize how long it was when i wrote it.

POV: Big Bonny, formally: Bonnibel Blair.

AITA for creating robots that are half machine, half human for an evil company? 

For context, I was at this job for months. They company approached me offering me a Job as an “innovated organic machine operator.” At the time I wasn’t sure what that meant. 

However, it must have been something important for I hadn’t heard of the company before. They wanted me to keep things hush-hush reasoning that they were to quote “working on top-secret projects involving the most advanced science and technology that have yet to hit the Jorvegian market.” 

Which sounded like a dream come true. Since my true passion is pushing the boundaries of technology and science. 

However, once I got there things started going horribly wrong. It started off small, first with the workers there seemed to hate their jobs. All were gloomy, nonchalant at best. One of the workers even said that the novelty of the place wear’s off after a while. Only now do I see what he meant by that. 

Then, the job seemed to at first not be what I expected it to be. For after a few weeks there I only hand-cleaned barbed wire fences and polish bolts in the wall. I almost quit then and I should have to be honest. However then, I met the man in charge. That was a mistake. 

The man in charge managed to convince me to stay and to quote “serve Dark Core to the best of your abilities.” I of course blurted out yes before he had finished speaking for he had offered me my true task. And I was so pleased to get to actually follow my passion that overrode any unhappiness. 

Then my True job was reveled. That was to create robots that were part man, part machine. They would be a husk of a human, no emotions, no memories, merely some cogs and wheels with some silicone skins grafted over them. And I then started using dark science, cloning, and secrets only Dark Core knew, that I dare not speak out loud. Heaven forbid write them down.

A few months passed after that event. I sorely regret it. I spent those months buried in my work. Created clones with no emotions, and no thoughts. Their only purpose was to see Dark Core succeed. And to boot their machinery makes them unnaturally strong. I gave them googles to cover their lifeless eyes, and gloves to cover their robotic hands. 

For a while it was only mildly unsettling to create something so life-like that isn’t alive at all. But the thrill of pushing the boundaries of science was far too exciting to abandon. That was until I reached my breaking point. 

That night of my breaking point, I could not ignore any longer how that the more clones I created the more the human workers disappeared. And after a while it was just me and the clones. No humans resided on that rig any longer. I decided to confront my boss in the morning.

However, as I was sleeping in my bunk after a long hard days work, I awoke to fateful nosies. I heard the cries of horses, and cackles of humans ringing throughout the metallic shell of the rig. And the curiosity got the best of me and I snuck out of my bunk determined to find answers. But as they say curiosity killed the cat and it could have killed me in that instance. For what I saw changed my life forever. 

My boss, and four shadowy figures were standing in the middle of a platform. There, towering over them, was a deeply horrible, terrifying sight. I saw there, a portal to an another place, it was swirling with darkness. It was emitting the cries of horses I heard from my bunk. These cries now sounded even more horrible than they did from my bunk almost as if the poor intelligent caring animals were being tortured. My heart cried out for them.

However, before I could processes anything, they turned around, spotting me with ridiculous accuracy. Spotting me like an eagle does with a mouse. My instincts came over me and I fled and grabbed the nearest rickety rowboat I could find. I rowed with such ferocity you would think my ass was on fire. 

I only turned around for a glimpse to see if they were watching. And they were. Thats the last I saw of my boss and the four shadowy figures; them standing at the edge of the platform; watching me row away. I can only conclude that my boss knew what I saw, he knew it was me. And from then on my life has been in danger. 

Once, I got back to the beaches of Jorvik I could swear I could still feel their eyes on me. So I escaped further inland. Since then I have gone into hiding.  I live now in a sleepy small town. I dare not name where for fear they will come get me. Yet some small part of me thinks they let me live, they let me reside here. Maybe they know I won’t dare tell the authorities?

In the end, this sleepy village is where I made my home, doing my best to blend into regular life. I have done my best to process everything that happened. And to process that I was contributing to the evil intentions of Dark Core. 

I’ve been trying to make amends, and bring as many inventions to Jorvik for the better of the island. I first started with making a clone, with emotions, thoughts, and feelings. I called her Little Bonny. And sent her out into the world to live a life like everyone else. Someday she shall be called Big Bonny like me. She didn’t move far from me and I visit her whenever I can. She’s a Witch now in Moorland, helping the youth of Jorvik. I’m proud of her.

Today, I have long been living my fresh start at life. Filling it with the normalcy of mundane life, and not an evil corporation in sight. 

It does feel good to get all of this off my chest. But I can’t help but feel, AITA, for being young and stupid, and creating those clones that contributed to the evil Dark Core has done? 

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You know, an interesting tumblr transformation that's happened gradually, and which I've seen no one talk about: ask-culture has essentially dropped off to nothing.

By which I mean, asks used to be WAY more of the tumblr economy. They used to be more common to send, and receive, and see. They were integral to the collaborative, forum-like behavior of old tumblr communities, not even to speak on the HUGE number of ask-blogs that used to exist to only be interacted with in ask-form.

I'm not saying this in a vying-for-attention way but instead in an observational way: I used to get way way more asks in like 2015, even with a fraction of my follower count. I wonder if it's due to the homogenization of social media sites? There's a lot more of this divide between "content creator" and "consumer" instead of just a bunch of peer blogs who would talk to each other. "Asks" aren't really a thing on twitter, are they? And as I understand it, the closest thing to an "ask" on instagram or tiktok would be a creator screenshotting some comment and responding to it in a new reel or video or whatever those content mediums are. Are asks just too tumblr-specific? Is that aspect of the site culture dying out as more and more people converge to using all their social media sites in the same way?

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WARNING!!!!

People, please be careful. There are also people tracking children and people and putting bids on them based on their profile pictures on whatsapp, tracking and kidnapping them. Especially young children, so please be cautious, especially parents who have their children as their profile pictures.

Please pass this on to everyone so that they are aware of the danger. I don’t how it is all around the world but I know it can’t just be here so please please spread the word. Thank you.

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“Those poor boys”

“She deserves to be punished too.”

“I’m not saying I support rape, but-”

“Sorry to say - she deserved it.”

“She put herself in harm’s way”

“But if she was fingered, then that’s not rape.”

“She ruined their lives.”