#IM SCARED FOR MY LIFE

[sugaftrm]

[navstuffs]

me replaying resident evil 2, telling leon how scared i am, almost crying

leon smooth kennedy: you can do this

[cyygnet]

Kai cenat

That is NOT me. I am cygnet.

[cyberp-1-nk]

ricky when i catch you ricky…

I'm scared what did I do again😟

[black-celebrationnn]

i hate men so much

and i feel bad for being one, bc of men who just validate the statement with their behavior.

today i casually went out to buy bread. some bald dude i saw in my neighbourhood quite a lot recently, was whistling at me to catch my attention and i turned around and asked "what? is it me you're calling? what's going on?" and he responded with "WDYM WHAT'S GOING ON, LOOK AT YOU, HOW YOU LOOK!!" i just said "wow??? ok? well "how"???" he responded with "FUCK YOU! GTFO OF HERE" and he was non-verbally threatening me all the time, he wanted to beat me tf up i guess.

i'm scared for my health and life.

the outfit i was wearing for context: my DM shirt, my leather jacket with some band patches, regular light blue jeans and my black shoes + a bandana and some jewellery (2 chains and a rosary)

what made him so fucking angry about my outfit that he's put so much effort in all that?

like,,,wtf. i just walked away, but i regret i didn't go into a convo with this disgusting mf and didn't tell him what i fucking think and that i look good as fuck, and he should look at himself first (and his uglyass rugs that he calls clothes) and then maybe judge. not even mentioning that threatening someone for the clothes they're wearing is pretty fucking insane.

there was a police car near the place we were standing and if i wasn't unsober atm, istg i would go STRAIGHT to the police car and report that shit. especially that it's not the first time i saw him bothering ppl. but police in my country is blind for such cases so i think im gonna have to ask my friends to make sure he won't bother me or anyone else anymore. he has no idea what ppl i know in this fucking city. so at least that's something.

it's enough of "not all men"

yes we FUCKING know, but it's still men that ppl are scared of, it's still men that are more likely to beat you up, kill you, rape you, or rob you

so pls just shut the fuck up. if you're a male and you're a good person, you know damn well you're not included in the phrase "i hate men" and you don't feel the need to say "bUt NoT ALL mEN [...]"

the same day, but in the morning, an older woman on a bus stop called me as well. BUT she asked me to help her walk to the next bench, and told me a story of how she got robbed and brutally beaten up by 5 MEN. she just got outta the hospital.

how ironic hm? and later we had a nice talk, she told me that my outfit is really nice and she especially likes my shoes and how old fashioned they look, she wished me a nice day and so i did to her :)

PLS STOP FUCKING EXCUSING THOSE PPL, BC IM GENIUENLY SCARED FOR MY LIFE WHEN I LEAVE MY HOUSE. I'M SCARED TO WEAR ANYTHING, IM SCARED TO LOOK ANY WAY, IM JUST SCARED TO GO OUT. BC THEY CAN ALWAYS EASILY HURT ME FOR WHATEVER REASON THEY MAKE UP, AND WHENEVER THEY PLEASE, CUZ I WOULDNT BE ABLE TO DEFEND MYSELF WITHOUT A GUN.

[here-2suffer]

Oh no. I am in danger-

I'm scared of what this means.

He decided he was a yandere for me.

WHAT IS THIS LOVE LASER AND WHAT IS IT GONNA DO TO ME?

All my boys are insane. Send help-

[dagursmalewife]

Being creative is hard

Like I see the pictures, but they won't go on the paper how I want them to go on them to.

[hyperdragonthings]

IM SCARED

So guys, I just remembered, on the day the Queen died, I was in math and I was teasing this kid next to me and they made a weird face and said I’m trying to kill u with my mind and not 5 SECONDS LTER WE GOT THE NNOUCEMENT and this guy just went, oops. And smiled.

[yourfavedidnothingwrong]

The Cowboy from my dreams

rquer what does this mean, is this a request????

[maidenfullrunt]

I may or may not have a slight addiction to Elden ring

[tis-goat]

Jason the Gay Basketball Legend????

Yall i had a wack-ass dream last night. So i was watching the basketball game and then when I went to bed I dreamed that I was on a club basketball team with one of my old friends, who I then asked if her dad could drive me home (her dad was some cool hipster guy with bright blur hair and a cool vibe). and shes like "yeah, you can ride with my other dad but I have to go with this one" so were waiting for her dad and the Jason Fucking Tatum pulls up and shes like "oh there he is! see you later". LIKE WHAT???? and then he's all like "yeah we gotta stop at the ER" and I'm just chilling saying cool cool cool I'm having a convo with Jason Fucking Tatum who turns out to be a gey basketball legend. anyway it just got weird and we had a very long and soulful convo about his daughters 18th birthday (how tf does he even have kids that old???? idk doesn't make sense to me either). yeah so turns out Jason Tatum is just some chill gay basketball prodigy who supports his daughter at her basketball games and gives her friends rides home.

[skellybobs]

I did this before. With a wheelchair. Down a rocky hill. With two guy cousins. And I was the annoying little girl cousin in the wheelchair. You probably know what happened next. (i didn't break anything. The wheelchair was abandoned by someone.)

[n3on-grav3ston3s]

The grandma killed her junior copywriter with that big ass sword and now she's plotting more mischief

Send fucking help

[celerydays]

Princess and the Frog Turtle AU 🐢👑

[winteringdream]

im about to go to work and people in the gc are trying to ask if more people want to come today 😭😭

[lefaystrent]

"I want to tell you something."

Thomas speaks the words into the quiet of the kitchen. He stares down at the pot of water sitting on the stove. The burner has been lit, and the heat rises. Soon, the water will boil.

"And it's- it's something that I've thought for a long time now. Years. But I've never said anything."

The smallest of bubbles rise to the surface. Over his shoulder, Thomas can see Patton sitting at the bar.

"It's okay. Take your time," he says. His nose scrunches up as he smiles. His glasses reflect a scattering of kitchen light.

Thomas snorts. "I think years is enough time." He breaks a bundle of pasta in half, letting them fall gently into the steaming water. He adjusts the temperature, then shifts on his feet. "I've just...never said anything," he repeats.

"You don't have to say anything at all." Janus sits at the bar instead. He wears a frown, and he's leaned over the surface with his chin in a propped palm, but the patience in his gaze belays his bored demeanor. "If you don't want to, you don't have to. I certainly won't force you."

Want to? No.

Thomas shakes his head and stirs the pot. "I think I need to."

"Do you?" Logan sits at the bar. His arms are folded over his tie, but it's not an intimidating pose. It's careful. Considerate. "I'd like you to take a moment to 'check yourself before you wreck yourself', as they say. Is that how you use that phrase?"

Thomas rolls his eyes, and yet he's smiling. This is a heavy topic, but it's not constricting. He stirs the noodles easily and they begin to fold together like they were made to. "I'm okay. I don't need to think about it more. I'm not anxious, not really."

"Yeah?" And now it's Virgil sitting at the bar. He stops as if he had been caught in the middle of playing with the string of his hoodie. Then he smooths down the front of his clothes. No ruffles here. He nods. "Good. That's good. That's good, right?"

Thomas still smiles. "Yes, that's good." The pasta softens as it swirls around the water. Round and round it goes. When will it stop? Nobody knows.

"Well don't just keep me in suspense!" Remus slams his hand down on the bar. And then he does it again and again, maybe just to hear the smack, smack, smack. He's not grinning maniacally or anything. Just a quirk of his mustache. A glint in his eyes. A cocked brow. "You know I love a good tease... but this is playing too coy!"

Thomas heaves a huge sigh. "I guess I just..." He trails off. He knocks the spoon against the pot's rim to shake off the water. He sets it aside. "I just don't want this to change anything."

The warmth of the burner blankets his face. The stove vent thrums above his head, and distantly Thomas hears the air conditioner click on. A light sheen of perspiration beads across his face, but its not wholly unpleasant.

Would it be bad? If this did change anything?

Roman sits at the bar. His shoulders are low, like all the breath has left him. He watches Thomas calmly with sad eyes. "What have you got to lose?"

In the pot, the pasta swirls and swirls until it's ready.

"I love you," Thomas finally says, and he turns to look over his shoulder to find that it's himself who sits there.

The other him beams proudly. "That wasn't so hard, now was it?"

Satisfied, Thomas flicks off the stove burner and drains the water in the sink. He stirs together noodles, hamburger meat, and red sauce, until its in perfect measures, just the way he likes it.

After making himself a plate, Thomas sits at the dining table. He is alone with himself, and he's alright with that.