#anonymous confession

[presidentialconfessions]

if i was jackie i would’ve popped the tf back at Oswald

[purpled-confessions]

I actually loved Classroom 06 in squid craft, some part of my brain AWAKENED and they were so well balanced

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[revengeconfessions]

I used to be friends with a mom from one of the cheap/poor redneck states. As most redneck poor states go, she was a drug addict who had a record. Anonymously called CPS on her when I found out the Christmas money I sent for her to buy her kid gifts went to drugs instead. This is my revenge confession, but she'd still be doing monthly 8balls if I hadn't done what I did. She's clean now, has a car and a job!

Jesus Fucking Mary-Beth'ing Christ.

She was doing monthly and didn't die? What about her child? God Damn.

On one hand, CPS could've caused trauma for the child... But... It's putting the child in harm's way with those kinds of drugs around!

[regardslovergirl]

dear k,

when I think about you, i think about the fluttering in my chest. i think about your smile and how warm it made me feel. i think about how maybe if things had been different, if i had been different, we could've been something. something real. i think about how you could love me, the way i loved you. can a first love be unrequited? can a first love be someone who never loved you? i don't know how else to describe the way i feel about you. i think about you, even now, even after all this time even after we haven't spoken in over a year, even after you've found someone and even after you started acting like i don't exist. i've tried to erase you from my mind, to make you go away, but every time, i think i've done it, you reappear. so close, but just out of reach. maybe if i was someone else, i could ignore my cowardice and talk to you like it was normal. maybe if i was someone else, you wouldn't have found her. and now you're back. now you sit in front of me, just desks away, and now my brain is fogging with memories of you and that smile. maybe one day i can forget it.

dearest regards, lover girl.

[holyguardian]

I wish I could have gone with you and your mother.

Anonymous confession.

[strawlessandbraless]

Besides the election - what the hell is November 5th?

The US education system is failing our kids

[presidentialconfessions]

jfk should’ve been in the club

[purpled-confessions]

I love C!Goldenduo to like...am unhealthy degree. My teacher asked students to turn in work anonymously so she could see a class wide understanding of a lesson and she knew mine immediately because it had a Purpled and Tommy doodle on the blank side of the page. They've infected all of my school work. I can't write anything but them. I have spent every week re-watching every interaction they've ever had together. I have analyzed their characters to make them appear like the perfect narrative parallels AND THIS IS ALL DIRECTED TOWARDS TWO MANIPULATED MENTALLY ILL FREAKS ON A DEAD SERVER WITH A DYING FANDOM.

Guys I love adhd having hyperfixations are so funny

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[mirainikkicentricblog]

Anon is so right.

Yuno doesn't deserve to be called a slut, because she literally had sex with the same guy in two different timelines.

Having sex does not make you a slut. Having sex twice does not make you a slut. Dressing or acting sexy does not make you a slut. Yuno is many things, but a slut? Seriously? She's in love with one person and while her circumstances are unusual, the fact that she slept with the same person in two different timelines is not enough to qualify her as a slut. Hell, if the 1st world Yuki had been able to be revived, it wouldn't even have been an issue. She never would have strayed from him.

[wc-confessions]

Imagine what would happen if Crowfeather develops feelings for Tawnypelt and is like: “Gee, I can’t wait to confess my feelings for her :)” and then he learns that Tawnypelt and Nightcould got together-

Then later he dies of infection and went to StarClan he’s like: “Gee, I can’t wait to be with my crush and former mate :)” and then he learns that Leafpool and Feathertail got together-

All his love interests got together and moved on from him, both in life and the afterlife. Peak comedy and Sapphic love, 12/10.

ฅ^>⩊<^ ฅ

[noorpersona]

hey i wanted to request a fic, but before i request i wanted to say that i really enjoy your fics. there's something about them that makes me read them even when theyre about characters i dont often care much about. also, when i write i often stick to my couple of faves, but your fics have me thinking that maybe it'd do me good to practice writing a variety of different characters.

im not as prolific as you though hahaha

ok and now for my incredibly self-indulgent request because my #1 favorite is Mr. Perfect Kita, can i request a fic about Kita wooing/asking out a Reader who is intimidated by him?? pretty please, and thank you? hehe

i also am curious if there's any character you prefer writing about compared to the rest

have a lovely day! :)

Anon, you are far too kind — thank you so much for your kind words!! it genuinely means the world to me 🥹

Also: you should totally experiment with writing new characters!! it’s legit eye opening (after writing fav positions for Hinata, I can't stop looking at him differently ��)

Also also, but favourite three characters to write for are Tsukishima (my first love) Iwaizumi and Atsumu for sure. They've stolen my heart ughhh.

ANYWAYS ENJOY <333

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Anon Ask: Kita

There was something about Kita Shinsuke that made your stomach twist—and not in the butterflies, schoolgirl-crush way you wished it did.

No, it was worse than that. It was the intimidation.

Because Kita was perfect. He was composed, kind, respectful, disciplined. He woke up early, always got top marks, captained the volleyball team with quiet command, and still managed to hold the door open for every single person who walked through it. He was the kind of person who turned in his assignments a week early, whose uniform never had a wrinkle, whose silences were never awkward but intentional.

And you? You were just... there. Always a few steps away. Always too nervous to make eye contact, let alone conversation.

You shared a class with him—sat three rows behind, diagonally to the left—and you could probably count on one hand how many times you'd actually spoken to him. Mostly because every time his steel-gray eyes swept past you, your breath would catch in your throat.

That expression of his—steady, unreadable, unwavering—it made your nerves twist up in knots. It wasn't that he looked mean. It was that he looked like he saw everything.

So when he approached you after school one day, just before he headed off to volleyball practice, your brain completely short-circuited.

He stopped in front of your desk as you were packing up, casting a soft shadow over your notes. When you looked up, he was standing there with perfect posture, his uniform blazer unbuttoned but still crisp, and a small box held gently in both hands.

"Hey," he said, voice quiet but clear. "Can I speak to you a moment?"

You blinked up at him like he’d spoken another language, then scrambled to nod. "Y-Yeah. Of course."

He gestured subtly toward the hallway. You followed him, still clutching your books, your heart thudding in your ears. The corridor was mostly empty now, sunlight from the high windows painting long lines across the floor.

He turned to face you just outside the classroom, gaze even but calm.

Then, gently, he extended the box toward you.

"I put together a few things you might like. I hope that’s alright."

You stared at the box, then at his face, then back again. "Wait... what?"

The box was neat, wrapped in soft brown paper and tied with twine. Inside, you found your favorite snacks, a new set of pens in the exact shade you always used, a mini notebook with the design you'd admired in the campus store weeks ago, and a little envelope with your name on it in his clean handwriting.

You opened it with trembling fingers.

I thought of you, the note read. Simple. Honest.

"I noticed you're always out of ink because you let other people borrow your pens," he said softly, watching your reaction. "And I know you get headaches during long lectures—you press your temples with your thumbs when you're trying not to draw attention to it. So there's some caffeine-free tea in there too."

Your chest tightened. Your mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out. He’d noticed all of that?

“I... uh...”

Then he asked it. Calmly, without fanfare, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Would you like to go out with me this Saturday?"

Your brain lagged, your breath stalling in your throat. Your fingers clenched tighter around the box.

"Why?" you blurted. Then quickly, eyes wide, you stammered, "I mean—I didn't even know you were interested in me."

For a beat, he was silent. Then his eyes softened, his posture relaxing just slightly. His thumbs pressed gently along the edge of his sleeves.

"I am," he said. "I have been for a while. You're always thoughtful. You don't speak just to fill space. You listen. You think before you act. I admire that."

The air caught in your chest. You looked down at the box, then back up at him.

He added, voice quieter now, "You don’t have to decide now. I just wanted you to know it wasn’t an accident that I asked. I see you. Even if you don’t always see yourself."

You bit your lip. Your hands were trembling slightly as you clutched the box tighter against your chest. "You're... really good at this," you murmured, your voice barely more than a breath.

"I’m nervous," he admitted, eyes flicking away for just a second. He adjusted the strap of his gym bag over his shoulder. "But I meant what I said. I like you."

Your throat was dry, but your heart was full. Full in a way it hadn't been before.

You nodded slowly, smile shy. "Okay. Yes. I’d like that. Saturday, right?"

A tiny smile curved at the corner of his mouth—small but warm, the kind that made your chest flutter.

"Saturday," he confirmed.

He glanced down the hallway toward the gym, then back at you.

"I have practice now," he said gently, taking a small step back. "But I’ll see you tomorrow?"

You nodded, this time more confidently.

He gave one final lingering look—eyes lingering not on your face but the way you held the box close to you like it meant something—and then turned and walked away, each step measured and light.

You stayed rooted in place.

Blushing, stunned, your arms wrapped tightly around the little box as if it might disappear. You stood there for what felt like ages, listening to the echoes of his footsteps until they faded down the stairwell.

And when you finally looked back at the note in your hand, reading I thought of you one more time, your heart bloomed in your chest.

Maybe—just maybe—he wasn’t so scary after all.

[rggconfessions]

Anonymous: "I'm surprised that this fandom embraces Goromi and takes her seriously. She deserves all the love ❤️"

[revengeconfessions]

not much of a revenge confession but um my now ex friend used to shove me into walls for her entertainment and would always expect me to buy her Mcdonalds so one day she was having a party thing at her ex bfs house back shed thing and i didnt wanna go but she was really hard saying NO to so i went but when she said she had ordered everyone pizzas i thought she or her ex bf was paying but she deadass told him id pay bc i always pay and i overheard that so when the pizza person showed up, the pizza guy came to the front of the house and since the party was in the backyard in the shed thing, i grabbed my bag and headed like i was gonna pay the pizza guy but instead told the pizza guy direct "oh the address is actually in the back of the house and i dont live here sorry" and pointed as i headed out the door and blocked all of them on social media. kinda hard to block in real life but i was lucky when they all moved to Indiana.

McDonald's has become quite pricey over the years, I'm not surprised you'd be fed up with paying for someone's meal if that's the only food they ever want. Nobody should push anyone into walls, that's not decent human behavior. However; I'm glad you could move past this when they all moved elsewhere.

I hope the pizza delivery individual was paid, it's not their fault you had sucky friends.

[heresylog]

How does penance work? Like, afaik you confess your sins to a priest and the trope is that he tells you to give some amount of hail mary's, but is that actually how it goes? Do different prayers have different 'powers' of penance? Does the layman choose what prayer to do for penance, does the priest have a list of how powerful various prayers are for penance? Do you need to confess to a priest or can you confess directly to God or a saint?

This is a Roman Catholic perspective. Some Rites have other methods. Some Christians have other beliefs etc etc

Basically you tell the priest when your last confession was, what you’ve done and how many times you’ve done it.

After that the priest will give you your penance. A lazy priest will say “pray ten Hail Marys” and be done. A more thoughtful priest will give an equivalent penance.

One man confessed to cheating by sleeping with a coworker on a work trip and the priest told him to buy flowers for his wife.

I once was asked to meditate in front of a crucifix for ten days for thirty minutes each day. I’ve also been told to pray Psalm 62. It just depends on the priest and the penitent.

Now, a priest can ask you to do these things but if you are physically or emotionally unable to, as a layperson you have a responsibility to speak up and negotiate a more appropriate penance. There aren’t power ups or layers to each prayer.

You cannot get full absolution by going “directly to God.” The priest has a special role in being an instrument of God and being able to give you verbal counsel over your sins. Unless there is a long line a priest will usually give you pointers on how to mitigate sinning again. During the height of the COVID-19 pandemic, this requirement was lifted to allow those immunocompromised to be safe.

[holyguardian]

Ifalna: There is nothing to compare you with. If it wasn't for you, I'd have nothing in my life.

Anonymous confession.

[rwby-confess]

Confession #441