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So we set a record straight. I didn’t get mad because of the character I got mad about the disrespect. Not telling me, or including me on the plans, because you both assumed I would say no is just that, plain and simple disrespect. Then you got mad because of the consequences that followed. What did you think was going to happen? I tried to get you and her to help me forgive and forget and you had no interest in doing that. She didn’t even apologize for disrespecting me, she just gaslit me and treated me like I was crazy for expecting to be treated with the same respect I would have given you and her. 

And half that shit I told you at the end, it was to make you feel better. To get you to calm down. There was no body else behind what caused what happened to happen. And yes I had brought in a characters significant other, but I did ask the person that had her mate how I could make it not weird, and make it so her character and the other players wouldn’t break up. Because that wasn’t the point of me bringing in the character, I just wanted to play the character. 

So if you’re behind her not telling me about bringing in the character, I’d say you were the bitch in that situation, not me. If it was all her, well then I wouldn’t expect anything less. 

BTW not obsessed with you, or your characters. I didn’t want to fuck you. I know you like to think that about people you have a falling out with. I just thought you were my friend. How wrong was I, huh?

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please let it be known that it was Greta Thunberg who brought down Andrew Tate

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I write this knowing no one will probably ever read it, but so it will be out there in the universe.

I was abused, first by my Father, he treated me like I ruined his life the day I was born, and I've been nothing but a burden. It was mostly verbal, and mental, that seed of worthlessness was firmly planted though. I put up with it for 18 years. That seed of never ever being good enough firmly wedged in too. I was bullied all through school, with only a few friends, but never one that would ever stick up for me. I was that person, though, if my friends got picked on for one reason or another, I showed the person doing the bullying just how crazy a redhead could be.

Then the first chance I got I left. I moved almost 700 miles away, with hopes that the man I was moving with would be my knight in shining armor. God was I wrong. The abuse there started quick, he would make fun of me whenever he got the chance, over just the littlest things, usually things that I couldn't control. I almost left before we got married, once. Only to get told "Oh that's just Charlie, it's how he shows you he loves you". I should have listened to my gut. But I stayed, because what did I know? He didn't start doing more than that until we were moved out of his parents house. Then the sexual abuse started. He really liked it when he could make me cry. Anal without lube, vaginal without any prep and so hard that I'm pretty sure my cervix is damaged, trying to force his cock into my throat, he was a real fan of doing stuff I wasn't comfortable with.

But I stuck it out. We would have been married eleven years just shortly after I left. What made me leave him? He started sleeping with other people, that wasn't what I objected to (I'm pretty sure he had been doing it for a while), he brought home an STD. We got into an argument, and he pushed me down and stood over me like he was going to punch me in the face. He'd done it one time before, and was quick to apologize right after it happened. But there wasn't going to be a third time. Because a third time would probably come with a jail sentence, and he wasn't worth going to prison for.

I don't know why I put up with all the other stuff for so long, I don't know why physical violence was where I drew the line. I guess that's where the worthless seed sprouted and grew. I still have trouble trusting that people care about me. With an exception of my Mom, I know she loves me. But I'm pretty sure everyone else could live without me, no one will miss me when I'm gone.

I don't know why I felt the need to write this all out. It's just cliff's notes, but no one needs real detail do they?

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The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy

I tried to scroll past this. I really did

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I've seen fewer racists in a deep south Klu Klux Klan meeting than what's in the Percy Jackson fandom. WHITE PEOPLE ARE NOT GREEK YOU DOUCHE BAGS.

You'd think you'd be HAPPY that a fan of the books was actually acting in the show. Do fucking better.

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Extras from the Hamilton episode of Drunk History featuring Lin-Manuel Miranda

Burr earning Washington’s scorn

Hamilton’s falling out with Washington

Lin saying motherfucker many many times (uncensored, thank you @god)

Lin’s drunk voicemail freestyle for Alex Lacamoire

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I dont' know if anyone pays attention to my posts, but if you do, please pray for my grandma tomorrow. Please pray that her GP can help her, that she'll let him, and for some miracle to happen. I don't care which deity you pray too, I'm not picky.

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If I just vanished would anyone notice? Would anyone care?

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If I just stopped, would anyone notice? Would they care?

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I’m so tired of feeling like this. Everywhere I hear “It gets better, it gets better”. No it can actually get worse. I just want it to be over. 

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