#if it were possible for me to stop using Facebook I would

[withoutaconscienceorafilter]

Ugh.

[coffee-fueled-cookie]

What do you think the club would be like if you were to marry them

Now, this is probably where I get delusional bc I have to like stretch to make this both appealing for those seeking romance, but realistic enough for the comic truthers. But at the end of the day, if you don't like House wife Josh? Wrap it up

That being said

Josh Levy

"Coffee, stop using Padme and Anakin pictures! They don't even relate to his head canons!" I DON'T CARE, I DO WHAT I WANT 🗣

Now listen

You may think Josh wouldn't be the best husband, that he's as bad as Bill, and maybe... maybe he is, but in my heart

He is the ultimate husband

Josh getting married was a healthy step forward for him. You basically saved him from his fate because now he has something to live for and look towards

Does that mean that he's kind of dependant on you? Yes, and sometimes that's hard in your marriage, but usually, things go pretty smooth

Does cook dinner, tries to develop at least a consistent and normal diet, but I'd believe it's hard. Stress eats when he's upset, you'll find wrappers of things hidden in the trash, old habits die hard

After that fire and his mom dying, things between him and his dad had been really rough, and there was a moment after college where they didn't talk to each other

They probably won't ultimately heal that relationship, but trust that when you both start to get serious, he does actually take the time to introduce you to his Dad

This guy is so deep in his fandom culture that the only cheating you've gotta worry about is his Ao3 tabs and his collected stuff, and even then, he probably sold repeats or unnecessary stuff to actually pay for y'alls wedding

It was a very moving moment for you two (He cried but you're pretty sure part of it was out of pain)

Like in the epilouge, he's probably just Facebook friends with Jerry and Pete, but he doesn't go out with them, they don't hang, he's blocked Bill on EVERYTHING

You're his safe space

Bill Dickey

DIVORCE

The fact this guy actually got married... he bagged a baddie?? Free yourself!

Okay, maybe I'm dramatic, but Epilouge Bill had me ripping my hair out, like how could you POSSIBLY be married to THAT!?

I don't even know what to tell you, this will be the most stretched one

Okay, okay, house wife, but like, doesn't do SHIT house wife

Doesn't know how to cook, will clean but like... complain that he's tired when you get home from work

Does use the money from his ebay gigs to pay for the TV subscriptions tho, so at least there's that

You would think he's miserable folding y'alls undies and sweeping and feeding the cat but honestly this is probably the most chilled out he's been in years

Now all you gotta do is peg him and he'll really evolve

Like I'm serious, the whole shebang, this will help and heal him, I swear it

Will he fight the whole way through? Of course, but you can tell by that light in his eyes and that tightness in his throat that he doesn't mind

He'll probably be vulgar mouthed, call you names, call other people names, but when I tell you that shit holds no malice, he just has high blood pressure

It's a dynamic, that's for sure, and you'll probably still have to deal with his collecting, but as years go by, down the line, he'll consider selling a chunk of it or storing it away

Jerry Stokes

The actual chill guy omg

Biggest thing you gotta worry about is stepping on a miniature he left out or trying to declutter his desk where he'll play his cards or customize shit

A crafty husband

Has paints, card stock, scalpels, all sorts of shit

Magic the gathering cards OUT. THE. ASS. And usually it ain't a problem, bc they're in binders and take up minimal space

But he for sure does magic the gathering youtube videos, and the house must be silent when he does em, so that can be a lil aggravating

You guys have your friend group, not seperate, y'all do everything together, and when you guys aren't, then expect to hear "Where's Jerry?"

I wish I had more to add, you guys get take out every Friday, do breakfast on Saturdays, you guys have a show y'all watch together and get excited when new episodes drop

It's just a very dorky and lovey marriage, there's not much to it

Pete Dinunzio

Y'all probably had a shot gun wedding, very sporadic, super fun, and you woke up with the worst headache imaginable

As for if Y'all knew eachother before then?? That's up to you and your lore

It's super casual, you guys considered yourselves married after sleeping in the same bed for 2 years

You know that couple that looks cool, and do cool shit, and you kinda wish you were spontaneous like them?

But then it turns out they're kinda dysfunctional? Yeah. That's it

If you're fine with him working at Sick MOFO then awesome, that makes life 10x easier

If not... yikes

He lives independently despite having a partner, and sometimes that's great, but when he comes home late as shit without having said anything and you're waiting, crying on the couch and worried, but it turns out he was just hanging with Butchie

That gets old quick

He does try sometimes to touch base and be open, he knows his job can be... problematic for some relationships

So a lot of times he'll make up for it by taking you out, setting time aside strictly for you (this pissed his side bitch Butchie off so bad)

Physical to the max, lays on you full body and sleeps like that, nuzzling on you, blowing raspberries in your neck, he can't keep his hands off

"We're married ain't we? Then I can love on you whenever I want!"

Not necessarily Pete but whatever

[pallyjelly]

Death Note Incorrect Quotes

Beyond: I'm not creepy. Beyond: I'm petty. Beyond: There's a difference, ya' know.

Matsuda: I’m such a screwup, a huge screw-up. I’m the worst detective on this case The Police: Matsuda: No you’re not, Matsuda! We still appreciate you, Matsuda!

L: I suppose you’re right. We really would be better off working together. Light: So, then… détente? L: Agreed. Light: Understanding? L: Possibly. Light: Cooperation? L: Maybe. Light: Trust? L: Out of the question.

Near: In case you haven’t noticed, I’m weird. I’m a weirdo. I don’t “fit in” and I don’t WANT to fit in. Have you ever seen me sit on anything that isn’t the ground? That’s weird.

L: If I were a drink, I'd be Cherry Vanilla Coke. If you were a drink, what would you be? Beyond : Bleach. Mello: Sewage.  Near: Apple Juice. L: ...Please calm down, children.

Light: That's not funny. Ryuk: I thought it was funny. Light: You don't count. You started laughing in the middle of a funeral because you started thinking of a meme you saw on Facebook.

L, to Misa and Light: speaking to them in solitary confinement through his microphone Are you or are you not an enemy of the people? Misa: ... Light: ... Misa: That is such an open-ended question. Light: Yeah, it really depends on a lot of different factors-

L: What kinds of sounds annoy you? Near: Are we talking real sounds or imaginary ones? L, now intrigued: Lets say imaginary. Near: Spiders wearing flip flops

Light : I hate you sometimes. Misa: Well according to this picture Rem drew of us holding hands that's not true. Light : Misa, you drew that. Misa: It doesn't matter!

Light: Hey, Ryuk I need advice. Ryuk: I refuse to give anybody advice. Can I interest you in a sarcastic comment instead?

L, filling out legal paperwork: Where were you guys born? Mello : Bold of you to assume I was born at all. Beyond: I personally was created in a lab. Near: I just straight up spawned lol.

Near: Mello told me to stop being immature, so I told him to get out of my fort.

L: Oh Light, we have a visitor! Light: Don't tell me it's Misa. L: It's Misa.

Beyond: Surgery is basically just stabbing someone to life. Naomi: Please never become a surgeon.

Rem: Human beings are confusing. Misa: How so? Rem: Your species is despicable, but the thought of anything bad happening to you upsets me.

[luigilore]

you had enough. there was only so much you could endure. you loved him so much, but it was clear his love didn't extend the same way back to you. you decided to end it after a year. winter break of your 4th year to be exact. it was by far the most emotionally taxing relationship you had ever been in. you had him blocked on everything. imessage, instagram, snapchat, facebook, twitter, your fucking upenn email address. everything. you deserved better, you told yourself. it was hard to distance yourself from someone who played a huge role in your life and was so heavily involved in your social circle. he tried to reach out, of course he did. but you were done. done with the mixed signals. done with the lies. done with feeling like you’d never be enough. it was hard, but it was for the best. you told yourself it would be the last time on a number of occasions, but you always went back. he would come to your house with pre rolls, you two would avoid the issue, get high, have sex, he would be gone again, and pull the same shit again. an endless loop. it would be impossible to ignore him. he was always right there, at every function, get-together, frat party… always there, always staring with the same look in his eyes. other men knew not to talk to you out of respect for some bullshit bro code over a man who refused to even label your relationship. luigi ruined your life. you were going 2 months strong no-contact, successfully shutting down every possible route luigi took to try and get back with you. 

sophie had been at brian’s that night, and you were working to finish a thesis. frantic banging on your door startled you. you shuffled out of bed and opened the door to your dorm to find him. dishevelled - rough looking. his eyes had a red gleam to them, but it wasn’t weed. you know your boy. “i’m so fucking sorry. i love you so fucking much and i dont deserve you—” “what do you want, luigi?” you cut him off. “please baby, just hear me out. i cant fucking live without you.” he jumbles his words together, frantically. “no. you don’t get to come and ruin my life every chance you get. i said i’m done. fuck you, luigi. leave me alone.” you scream at him. silence fills the space and a pang of regret hits you after. the look on his face killed you. “i’m sorry. i understand. please know how much i love you.” he says with teary eyes as he turns to walk away. “wait.” you call out. he turns around. “come in. you have 10 minutes.”

10 minutes turned into 3 hours. tears, apologies, and i love you’s. from both sides. luigi tells you everything. his health struggles, family life, his pressures. everything. you finally understand his mind & motives. he tells you he wants to make it official, you tell him you need time. time to figure everything out, and decide if he even deserved to be back in your life. he said he understood, and left with a hug. life moved on after that. luigi remained a constant. walking you to and from class, helping you with your homework, and free weed of course. you still loved him, no matter what. time heals all, as they say. by the time spring break rolled around, you and luigi had another sit down. you told him you were ready. you also gave him a list of conditions, and told him if he broke any, you wouldn't hesitate to leave. for good. he said he understood. the first kiss after was unforgettable. so many unspoken emotions in one action. you broke the news to your friends after, they were all so happy for you two. luigi proved to be the best boyfriend ever, defying all your expectations. graduation came soon after. your group had a celebratory smoke sesh. you sat comfy in luigi’s lap, excited to build a future with the man you loved so much.

-gymrat anon <33

omg omg thank you for blessing us with this saga 😫 love this dynamic sm like

blocking him on the upenn email address STOP after u get an email from lnm98@upenn.edu asking if u guys can just talk that day after he holds his ta office hours lmfao  

every time he’d come over he’d tell u it would really be different this time asking “why don't u believe me” w/ his full chest and ur just like uhhh “why would I?”

“other men knew not to talk to you out of respect for some bullshit bro code over a man who refused to even label your relationship.” UMMMMMMM just the idea of a guy trying to flirt w u at a party and lu is staring u down a few feet away and the guy is like "uhhh do u know him?"

when he finally shows up at ur apartment in the early hours of the morning, u want to shut the door in his face but ur starting to get upset and louder and u dont want ur neighbors to wake up so u pull him in

and when he takes his hood off u can see how messy his hair is, how his eyes are red with dark circles underneath, his jawline sharper...

and he hoarsely opens up to u like just spills out of him he tells u abt all the treatments and doctors appointments he's secretly been to, how graduation, getting his masters, and job hunting were all culminating to make him retreat entirely into himself

after ur early morning talk u guys have of a weird but needed and nice vibe of just being friends in a way you never really had been before, rebuilding trust etc

omg omg wait during spring break imagine going on a trip with ur friend group and sitting out by the beach alone at night as the sun begins to set and that's when u tell him ur ready??!!! 

the sex that night too… stfu 

AND GRADUATION... throwing ur caps in the air together during the ceremony, all the like official coupley things like pictures ur parents insist on taking arghhh

omg and he'd tell u the most ridiculously romantic shit when he's high too just no filter and incredibly earnest making u melt ughghh

[juuuulez]

🎧 | heartbeat, richie jerimovich.

so we're done? this the real shit? / we used to hold hands like field trips / i’m a jerk, but your dude is a real dick / i read his posts on your wall and i feel sick.

making out/mild groping, references to sex, cheating, richie is petty.

request a playlist roulette here!

“I’m working, Richie.”

“Then fuckin’ stop. Tryn’a have a conversation here.”

You simply huff and continue to ignore him, though the small space of the office feels impossibly closed off. It’s like all the air has been sucked out, filled with a sticky warmth that settles in your veins, where you can’t possibly ignore his presence behind you.

It’s been years. Whatever happened between you and Richie was over, it ended right before you went off to college. So, yeah, fucking ages ago. What gave him the right to whine about it now? You were knee-deep in paperwork, having been called up by Carmen to help balance some accounts for the restaurant renovations. With a business degree under your belt, you’d happily taken the offer. It helped that you were in Chicago anyway.

“There isn’t a conversation to be had, asshole.” You quipped back, standing at the desk and flipping through contract after contract. They’re scattered around, and quite frankly, a mess. You make a mental note to ask Carmy if he ever got his pen license: because his handwriting is atrocious.

The silences stretches on for another few seconds. Sweet, soundless seconds, where you can summon an inkling of focus, before it’s brutally ripped away from you again.

“Missing my baby. #LongDistanceWarrior.”

It’s said in a delicate, mocking tone, that had you whipping around to face him. Richie has his phone in hand, scrolling through your Facebook wall and finding comments from your boyfriend.

“Do you mind?” You snap.

“Nah, babe. It’s fuckin’ pathetic, this shit,” He’s begun again, all wound up and pissed. “I mean— jesus, what a jagoff. Trust me, I know you, and I know you’re not into this garbage.”

You expel a harsh breath through your nose, turning your back to him once more. “It’s sweet.”

“No it fuckin’ isn’t. It’s disgusting.”

The hypocrisy of it all is astounding, it twists harsh in your gut, churning a dangerous mix of irritation and, maybe, a little bit of guilt. “Y’know, last time I checked, we broke up ‘cus of you, genius.”

“That’s not what happened,” Richie is quick to assert, dropping his phone in favour of waving his hands wildly, as if it would help his point. “Hey! That’s not what fuckin’ happened! You decided to go to New York, like a pretentious—

“No! No, fuck you!” You’re yelling back at him now, albeit still looking down at the desk. “I wanted to do long distance, asshole, and you threw a goddamn fit. So tough fucking luck, you missed your chance.”

It shuts him up for a moment, because it’s true: Richie didn’t want to do long distance, and you wanted to go to college in New York. Neither of you would budge, and so you broke up. But now, you’re dating some rich asshole, who apparently, has no goddamn problem with long distance. Making Richie the cuck.

“Is it his dick, or somethin?” Richie is speaking again in a lower tone, an almost playful twinge to it. “Cus it’s definitely not his face.”

He’s approached you, chest pressed firm against your face, as he drops the phone over your paperwork. It’s still open on your facebook wall, an image of you and this new boyfriend, posing for a photo: you’re kissing his cheek.

You shake your head, giving Richie a sharp nudge with your elbow. It’s supposed to get his ribs, but he catches it in his palm, warm and big over your skin. “Don’t be rude.” You scold.

“So it’s not?” He continues to pry. “It’s the money, then? Bet he’s fuckin’ loaded. Goddamn trust fund.”

“That’s none of your business.” You tell him.

The contact feels foreign and familiar all at the same time. It’s like coming home to a warm bed, still all mussed from the night before, and crawling right back between the covers. But it’s laced with something new, an intoxicating sense of temptation, because you know how wrong this is. How wrong it is to lean back against him, to not shoo him away.

Richie knows this, he knows the hold he has on you, knows that he’s getting what he wants. Because you’re not as uptight as you pretend to be: you’re that same scrappy kid who’d fuck around with him in high school: A younger girl, and her stupid older boyfriend, working weekends in a shitty restaurant and blowing the paychecks on dumb stuff like fireworks and beer.

So his hands find your waist, fingers wrapped around the meat of your body, tugging you back into him. You spare a glance downwards, past the paperwork, watching the way he grips you tight and possessive.

“Aren’t you married?” You ask, pushing through the breathless feeling in your lungs.

“Not anymore,” Richie supplies. “But you already knew that, didn’t ‘ya?”

You hum, rolling the idea around in your head for a moment. Any sense of rationale dissipated the second his breath hit your ear, so close, too close, and yet you still wanted him closer. Deeper. All around you.

So you turn around, wedged between the desk and him, Richie’s firm torso pinning you in place. His self control dwindles, taking the chance to skate his hands over your body, rough palms finding your ass and squeezing.

“Shouldn’t be doing this,” You remind him, the words whispered into hot air, a moment of consciousness that preens its way into your mind. “I have a boyfriend. He loves me.”

“Oh, yeah?” Richie will contest, voice rough and molten right near your ear. “The fuck ‘s he doin’ in New York, then?”

And it’s true. Fuck, it’s so true. Because he’s there and Richie is right here, hot and hard against you, smelling so familiar and before you can even think his mouth is on yours. It feels perfect, your hands skimming up his chest, finding his face to pull him in closer. Teeth clash and noses bump, his thigh pushing between your legs, pulling you down against him.

The paperwork is forgotten as you feverishly make out on the desk, groping and grinding like teenagers. It’s only interrupted by Carmen, who eventually comes knocking with another handful of receipts. His face twists in disgust at the sight, making a disgruntled noise before turning on his heels. Your face is red at this point, forehead making contact with Richie’s shoulder as you huff in a mix of embarrassment and guilt.

Not guilty enough, though, to stop Richie from coming back to your hotel. Not guilty enough to not sleep with him one, two… three more times. Certainly not guilty enough to not call him whenever you’re in Chicago.

[mrs-livvy]

Me & You: Chapter 2

Author's Note: Finally got it done! I am so sorry for the long wait. I finally got it done and handled. Working on the next one too. Let me know if you'd like to be tagged! And many many blessings and thank you's to my sister @tallulahchanel for the help in changing to 3rd person limited. It helped a ton!

Word Count: 3,238

Warnings: Slight dirtiness, if ya squint.

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-Ronnie’s POV-

Dating these days is like finding a needle in a haystack for Ronnie. No, it was more like toxic waste in a pool. Tinder was no luck for her; Bumble was trash, Hinge was a no go and neither was eHarmony. Don’t get her started on Facebook dating. That place is a cesspool of trash and debris.

When was the last time she went on a date? Oh yeah, a year ago, sadly. The guy wound up having 5 kids, no job and was asking her for money. That was a bruise to her ego. She hasn't even been giving attention to dudes lately either. Other than giving them a fake number to leave her alone.

So here she was, looking at clothes through the large racks of clothes in Anthrologie. Trying to find something decent for her date with Terry. The goal was casual, according to him. To say she was nervous was an understatement. But she knew she was going be just fine. Her friends and her sisters were working so she had to go at it alone, even though they had helped her look through my closet.

“Ok Ronnie, think casual.” She gave herself a little pep talk looking at the jeans, on the curvy side of the store. “Flirty, yet casual.”

Finding some pieces, she draped them over her left arm and browsed over the tops. Her concentration was broken by the sound of her past breathing in my direction.

“Hey Veronica.” The sound of that one voice, that haunted her dreams, ran a chill down her spine and not a good one. She felt a pair of hands hold her waist and kiss her cheek. “You look good girl. You've been avoiding me?”

With a quick elbow jab to his ribs, she moved away from him. A somber sigh escaped her full lips, and the sounds of him being in pain made her happy.  Pausing her browsing, she turned. “Christian. What are you doing here? Stalking me now?”

Rubbing his ribs he winced and offered a dry chuckle. “Nah. Just in the mall chillin, I happened to stop by.” He inched closer to her, with that weird smile on his face that I hated so damn much.

Ronnie moved back to give herself some distance. "Yeah uh, huh, sure. Somehow you still follow me on Snapchat." She went through her phone and scrolled through her friend list to block all his accounts. All four accounts were under his nickname, and she didn't know how she missed them.

"Whatever. You know you miss me." He shrugged and crossed his muscular arms, the ones that used to have her smitten. He would look sexy if he wasn't such a horrible person. Sometimes Ronnie wondered what she ever saw in him. Her baby cousin could've done better.

"I don't actually. Especially after the shit you pulled." She allowed her anger to take reign, ignoring any possible consequences. "We broke up a year ago, and you really think l'd take you back?"

"I mean who wouldn't? Have you seen me?" He flexed his muscles, earning wolf whistles from passerbyers.

“Yes I have, and I need my eyes checked again.” With an eye roll, she ventured towards the register to purchase her items, then proceeded to the food court. Upon being in her own world, she felt her phone vibrate with a text message. It was from Terry. 

{Terry: Hope I’m not bothering you.}

{Ronnie: Nope, not at all. I’m glad you texted me actually}

“What are you smiling for?” Christian asked, being all nosy. “I’m right here.” 

“None of your business.” Ignoring his advances, she was prompted to respond to the message.

{Ronnie: just trying to find something casual to wear for tonight. My car is in the shop, so one of my brothers dropped me off at the Galleria}

{Terry: oh? Mind if I met you there? We can actually spend the whole day together. If you don’t mind that is?}

{Ronnie: honestly, I do not mind at all. Come on down)

{Terry: alright. See you in a few}

The heat rushed through her body as she read the message and contemplated for a moment. She never really got nervous around Terry. But all of a sudden, after not seeing each other for years, it brought on nervous feelings. It is just Terry after all but this time, it was Terry with more. Her thoughts were interrupted by Christian again.

“Look. Since I’m here, why don’t we get something to eat and talk about us?” Reaching for her hand, she instinctively backed away from him.

“I’m way too calm for this right now.” With a deep sigh in frustration, she gathered her thoughts. “What part of leave me the hell alone, do you not get? Do my brothers need to beat your ass again, or do I need to?”

That infamous smirk was etched on Christian’s face, followed by a low chuckle. He somehow found this all amusing and funny. “They didn’t leave a scratch on me, sweetheart.”

“3 broken ribs and a bruised collarbone sounds about right.” She retorted back, in a matter of fact tone. “Or did you forget I’m a nurse?”

“Nah I didn’t. Hence why I want you to mend my heart again.” 

“I think she’s a little busy at the moment.” It’s as if the heavens answered her prayers with quick haste. That deep baritone southern voice, that could soothe just about anything, came up from behind her. “She is off from work and isn’t taking any patients right now.”

The primal look on Christian’s face was engraved in anger, as he gave Terry a once over. “And who are you supposed to be?”

“This is Terry, my..”

“Her boyfriend.” Without skipping a beat he answered with the speed of a cheetah. Causing Ronnie’s heart to flutter.

Earlier in the day, in Terry’s POV:

Being in the Marines for so long, you learn some training to carry on into everyday life. It did help with the whole debacle in Shelby Springs but, not enough to save his cousin. Terry still beats himself up over it, and wanted to do everything he could to save him.

It was around 11 in the morning. An hour after his workout and he couldn't get the thought of Ronnie out of his head. It had been years since they last saw one another, and just seeing her made his whole month better. 

After losing him, and having the service, he needed some time to himself before he made it back to Dallas. He didn’t think that coming back home would rekindle old feelings for a woman he thought he had lost. Just seeing her in all her glory made his heart stop.

Upon coming back home, he also made time to catch up with his friends, at a cigar lounge. Which happen to include Ronnie’s brothers Calvin and Jeremiah.

“You’ve been gone a hot minute Richmond.” Riley, Denise’s boyfriend, was an old college roommate of his. “Sorry about your cousin though. It was good to see the family.”

Terry gave a gentle nod and a small smile. “Thanks man. It’s good to see y’all again after such a long time.”

“Well I’m glad you’re here cause I need another groomsman.” Calvin offered.

“As do I.” Donovan intervened, and chuckled. “What do ya say? I think both are next summer.”

“Sounds like I’m busy next summer.” With a slight shrug and a smile, he agreed. “One in June and one in July right? I remember last time y'all were talking about it.”

“Yup. Still the same.” Calvin answered but still his facial expression changed. “Aight, so what’s the deal with you and my sister? Have you talked to you here since the service?”

“Lord, not that conversation.” A boastful laugh came from Marcus, the only married man in the group. “It’s like the first meeting all over again.”

“I mean he ain’t wrong cause I heard from a little birdie, that y'all got a date coming up.” Jeremiah arched a brow, assuming his big brother role with a teasing smile, then got serious when he looked at Terry. “And there’s a roach that needs to be handled again.” 

“Yeah we got a date today actually. I plan on taking her to where our last date was, which was at Main Event.” Curiosity got the best of him, leaning back into cushioned chair he was in. “And what's this about a roach needing to be taken care of?” 

“Her ex boyfriend Christian Vaughn.” Jeremiah had pulled up the profile of him, as if they were in a special ops meeting. “We beat his ass last time for hurting her.” 

“And it looks like he grew back his head to cause more issues.” Riley added in, taking a sip of his scotch. “She’s like a sister to myself, Marcus and Donovan. Right? And so when her brothers told us about him, we went to war.”

“Cheated with our cousin.” Calvin interjected with a sneer. “Got her pregnant and tore a rift in their relationship.”

Just looking at the dude on the screen alone, and how boastful he is in himself, made a low and slow chuckle erupt from Terry. “So he thinks he can come back and get her, after doing that shit? Nah.”

After being gone for so long, you could say that Ronnie was on his mind. He just didn't know how to approach her and he’s been back for a year now.

Jeremiah gave a slight head nod. “If you wanna see her now, she’s still at the mall, looking for an outfit. Her car broke down so I had to take her.” 

“The galleria mall?” Terry asked and took his phone out to text her.

{Terry: Hope I’m not bothering you.}

{Ronnie: Nope, not at all. I’m glad you texted me actually}

Seeing her respond back, erupted that spark that stayed constant from when they ran into each other. Replying back with a quickness, he planned his strategy out as quickly as he could and she responded without hesitation.

{Ronnie: just trying to find something casual to wear for tonight. My car is in the shop, so one of my brothers dropped me off at the Galleria}

{Terry: oh? Mind if I met you there? We can actually spend the whole day together. If you don’t mind that is?}

{Ronnie; honestly, I do not mind at all. Come on down)

{Terry: alright. See you in a few}

“The very same.” Calvin spoke in a matter of fact tone. “Knowing her, she’s probably..”

“By the mall food court, getting mall Chinese food and a pretzel from Auntie Anne’s.” A small smile graced his face as he remembered one of their old dates at the mall. “Alright. Mission is a go. I’ll catch up with y’all later.”

After saying his goodbyes to the guys, something in the pit of his stomach felt like something was wrong. with the information he had about Christian, and how he’d do anything to get Ronnie back, he had to act fast.

Going exactly where he needed to be, he saw Ronnie looking good as always. Just glowing like the goddess she is. Then he saw some dude talking to her.

“3 broken ribs and a bruised collarbone sounds about right.” Ronnie said in a matter of fact tone. “Or did you forget I’m a nurse?”

“Nah I didn’t. Hence why I want you to mend my heart again.” 

“I think she’s a little busy at the moment.” Terry interjected with a quickness. “She is off from work and isn’t taking any patients right now. Or ever outside of work.”

Seeing a relieved expression on her beautiful face, made it all worth it. The primal look on Christian’s face was etched in anger, as he gave Terry a once over. “And who are you supposed to be?”

Ronnie began sweetly. “This is Terry. He’s my..”

“Her boyfriend.” Without skipping a beat He answered with as much gusto as he could muster. Not caring how it sounded either.

Ronnie’s POV:

“Yeah. My boyfriend.” She chuckled nervously, placing a hand on Terry’s bicep. Good lord he could crush a watermelon with these, she thought to herself with a heightened speed in her heartbeat.

Christin gave once over again, raising an eyebrow in annoyance and chuckled dryly. “Doesn’t seem like your type Ronnie. Since when do you like light skins?”

With the intense eye roll she presented, you would’ve thought her eyes would roll away from her head. “Listen dumbass. You-”

“Christian is it?” Terry interrupted Ronnie, preparing into defensive mode. “Who she likes should not concern you. Seeing as though yall broke up a while ago.”

“That is true but, it’s up to the lady to decide.”

“I’ve told you multiple times to leave me alone, Christian. You chose my cousin.” She hissed in anger and clung on to Terry as if she was scared to do something drastic. “Walk before I fuck up your face this time.”

Terry could tell she was uncomfortable. He could always tell when something was off with her, even though they only dated for a short period of time. He loved everything about her and didn’t know how to express it to her, till this day.

“Yeah, yeah we’ll see about that.” Christian walked off with his shoulders held with pride. It seemed as if he thought he won.

“Good lord. I’m glad he left before I did something, I was not gonna regret.” Terry smirked slightly and began to walk away with Ronnie at his side. “I’m sorry you had to deal with that Ro.”

“I’m just glad you got here when you did.” Her face heated up with admiration at the sound of the nickname he gave her. “Haven’t heard that name in a while.”

A smile creeped up on his warm face, glancing at her slightly. “I’ve been telling myself that too. I have missed you a lot.”

“I can tell. And I’ve missed you a lot too, Richmond.” With a slight chuckle, she flicked his left ear playfully. Causing a gentle laugh to escape from his full lips, that she had dreams about.

“So with all that aside, do you wanna go to Main Event now? Seeing as though you only got a few things, and you're already dressed casually.“ he suggested, with a slight shrug of his shoulders.

Without hesitation, she quickly agreed. They made their way to their date spot and were there for about 3 hours. Just casually catching up; bowling, sharing different food and playing arcade games. It was as if they next spent time apart. They even planned for date number 2 as well, but for a restaurant instead.

The ride home was pleasant and quiet. Occasionally she’d sneak glances at him and he’d do the same for her. The day he dreamt of seeing her again, came into fruition but not how he had planned originally. Still he is very lucky to be around her.

Stopping in front of her quaint little home, he turned the car off and sighed softly. “And here we are, milady. Home sweet home.” 

“Thank you for today Terrance. Really, I needed it.” Ronnie smiled at him gently, with all sincerity. Seeing the redness appear on his mocha colored cheeks, he bit his bottom lip a bit and she let out a small giggle. Hearing her say his full name, caused his chest to tighten in admiration.

“It was my pleasure Ro. Anytning for you.” With a sweet smile, he gave her a soft look. “Before I forget, would you like to accompany me to this block party my parents are throwing? I was told to extend the invite to you and your family.” Leaning over the middle console of his truck, he looked into her eyes.

The way this man made her melt without even trying. His eyes, the way he smiles, his aura just radiated confidence. She would lie and say he didn’t make her feel some type of way.

“Sure, I don’t mind at all. I’m sure my parents would love to see you again.” Preparing to get out the truck, Terry beat her to it to open the door for her.

“I’m sure mine would like to see you again too. Given my rap sheet of old girlfriends, you were by far their favorite.” He added softly, helping her out, and walking her to the door.

“Oh yeah? Mrs. Richmond had a way of dealing with y’all and the exes, other kids. She don’t play about hers.” With a light giggle, she leaned against her door frame, taking in the sight before her. And boy was it a sight to behold.

This gentle giant of a man, close to his 30’s, hasn’t found the one yet and managed to do everything he’s already accomplished. Former marine; living in Texas, has everything going for him and he just hasn’t settled down. It made her wonder why.

“You’re right about that. Especially since I’m the oldest.” Terry nodded in agreement with a smile and sighed in content.

“We’ll Miss Dupree, I better get going. I too have a long day ahead of me. I shall see you tomorrow around 5:30?” He held her hand with the utmost care and consideration, feeling her pulse vibrate.

“See you then. And what color should I wear?” Arching a brow towards the gentle giant, she offered a smile. 

“You look good in any color you wear really.” The charm in his voice, oozed like silk and dripped like honey. The man had a way with words. “But I say black. That way we can match.”

“You are something else Terrance, I swear.” Chuckling a little, she shook her head and went inside her home. “Black it is. See you tomorrow.” 

“See you tomorrow, Veronica.”

Offering a soft wave, she closed and locked her door behind her. Watching him get into his truck, from the small window, and drive off. 

“This man is gonna be my weakness.” Veronica sighed in lust and fanned herself a bit. “Get it together woman.”

As she rests her head on her satin pillow cases, with a long day ahead, she dreamt a pleasant dream. Which involved her and a certain someone.

The two were tangled within each other's limbs, sweaty from the escapade they went through. Terry kept placing kisses along Ronnie’s neck and her collarbone. “Terry!” She giggled sweetly in nervousness, holding the back of his head as he ascended down her mahogany toned shaded body. “Yes, my queen?” He mumbled softly against her stomach, erupting a soft moan from his lady. “Don't be gentle this time.” The fire in her eyes lit the embers burning in him. The slight sinister smirk etched on his face, meant he was about to get to work. “As you wish. Whatever the Queen wants..” he licked slowly against her already soaked folds, glancing up at her as her head rocked back in ecstasy. Releasing a sultry stuttery moan. “She gets.” 

“Fucking hell!” Ronnie woke up in a sweat, breathing heavily, to the sound of her alarm going off. Checking the time on her nightstand clock that read 4:45am, in a bright red font. “Well damn. Thanks for ruining it for me.” She groaned deeply and got ready for work.

“This is gonna be a long ass day.”

[lexosaurus]

idk if this is a contreversial take or not but i think that the ideal internet experience is being able to remove specific things (triggers, nsfw, gore) if you truly dont want to see them but overall being also shown things you aren’t interested in. i think one of my fave things about tumblr is seeing like 50% of my dash be about fandoms im not in, bands i dont like and quotes from books i dont want to read rather than this endless feedback loop of tiktok showing me ‘exactly what i want to see’ in a trap to keep me online as long as possible and blind to communities outside of my own. i want a mix of curating my own experience and a healthy dose of content i don’t already know i want to see, yknow?

No I think this is a pretty safe take here on Tumblr. I think stuff like this is why most of us are still here on Tumblr instead of moving to other sites like Twitter (rip) or Tiktok, you know? Because we like that this is the last social media with no algorithm, and we want to keep it that way.

To be clear, this site DOES have an "optional" algorithm that everyone is automatically opted in on, and you have to go to your settings and turn it off manually (recently found out, you have to opt out on your desktop and on your mobile. They're treated as separate settings). But the fact that you can opt out at all is HUGE.

Like, I can just go ahead and turn this thing off, and then that's it! It's off!

I was thinking yesterday about how before Instagram and Facebook had an algorithm, people genuinely just used them to stay in touch with all the happenings from their friends and family. Like, I remember going on Facebook every single day to see what my friends and family that didn't live nearby were up to. It was so fun! And then once the algorithm hit, suddenly I was bombarded with all this stupid bullshit that I didn't care about but Facebook/Instagram thought I cared about. And then only people who I "interacted" with most would be shown to me, aka people that didn't post as often or I didn't message as much wouldn't be shown to me, and it was such a sly, sinister change that I didn't even realize how many of my friends/people I followed weren't being shown to me till I slowly stopped using the app as much because wtf why am I only being shown the same 10 people? Why can't I join a fb group without it invading my entire feed? Where is everyone else? Why does this app feel So Empty?

There's a noticeable decrease of people on this site now compared to the 2010s, but weirdly enough, this is like the only social media for me that still feels like people are on it. That I can genuinely interact with mutuals without some robot deciding, "Oh, you interacted with this one person once? You browsed their blog for 5 minutes? NOW I WILL ONLY SHOW YOU THIS SINGLE PERSON'S CONTENT IN EVERY OTHER POST IN YOUR FEED FOR THE NEXT MONTH."

This has turned into a big long rant from me but like shit, dude, it's so sad how much of our online experience is controlled by algorithms now.

[snippydippy]

While I'm still on this Tiktok thing

It is also worth noting that alongside Facebook creating a verified Tiktok page after six years of being staunch competitors, Tiktok got a few UI updates that look suspiciously similar to Facebook/Meta's features. Instagram also reformatted to make your page look like a Tiktok account a few days ago.

Meta is 100% the company who either merged with, or bought Tiktok to "save the app", and only right on time to make Trump look better.

TikTok was only down for 10 hours. Which, suspiciously again, is the amount of time it would take for a highly trafficked app to switch over servers if company hands were changed.

It did not go down because of the ban deadline. It happened early, and lasted as long as it did to distress its American users and give time for server maintenance while these changes took place.

FB's algorithm is known to have been designed to enrage you, rather than show you things you enjoy. Research has shown that being angry keeps a user engaged with an app more so than being happy.

Meta has taken this and ran with it to make sure their engagement is as high as possible.

Personal anecdote on this; I only use Facebook once every other week or so for this exact reason. The moment I go onto my timeline there, all I see are posts from the opposite political party, bad faith opinions on art I enjoy (music, shows, movies, etc), and blatant bait looking to make people argue. It's been this way for years, and why I stopped going there except to drop a drawing and life update here and there. I don't engage with my timeline because I recognized the damage it was doing to my mental health (and my blood pressure lol) a long time ago.

TikTok has worked on the opposite principle. Their algorithm is based on dopamine. It shows you things you find funny, interesting, or is related to the things you already enjoy. It keeps user retention based on enjoyment. This comes with its own set of problems, of course. Addiction and dependency can stem from this, but imo it's less damaging to a person's psyche overall than rage bait.

With Meta taking over (and I will absolutely eat my shoe live on camera if I'm wrong about this), I fear Tiktok's algorithm will change to fit what Meta does. I feel it may already be happening, with my FYP today being almost entirely about the ban/return rather than my usual artwork, edits, gaming clips & funny sketches.

We may have effectively lost Tiktok anyway with all of this.

170 million Americans is a demographic any politician of any party would literally ki11 for. If anyone doubts that everything surrounding Tiktok's ban was anything other than an elaborate plan from the beginning...idk what to tell you. It may not have gone exactly the way it was intended, but the result is the same regardless.

It's my belief that those who voted for this ban, the vast majority of which having shares in Meta, did so because it was a threat to one of their biggest financial investments. They wanted to back TikTok into a corner and force them to make a move that benefited THEIR wallets, all the American people they screwed over in the meantime be damned.

While it looked to us like Tiktok wouldn't budge and would call their bluff, taking the ban rather than selling out to an American company only to find a solution in the last moments, this was obviously not the case. They did sell. They sold to the very company most threatened by its success to Zuck's benefit, the senators and representatives with shares in his company, and to the benefit of a politician with the absolute most to gain with an abysmal approval rating, and an audience of half the country who just got a notification expressing gratitude to him for "saving" an app he actively campaigned against for four fucking years.

Taking away something you enjoy, and giving it back to earn your praise is textbook psychological manipulation.

This whole thing just fucking reeks to me, and I wish billionaires would keep their fingers out of politics, and that politicians of all kinds would stop meddling in every single fucking thing that we do.

This country is run by money, and money alone.

I'm so mad about this whole thing, man. Angrier still at the "it's just an app, stop being dramatic" takes I'm seeing on my FB timeline (aforementioned rage baiting in action lmao). It's NOT just an app. It's a platform of One Hundred and Seventy Million God Damn People that, up until this point, has been an unprecedented tool in connection and information accessibility. A platform that now runs the risk of showing half the country only what one company wants to show them based on its ideas for how the app should work, and with a bias towards political ideals like funneling content that only pushes you harder to one side or the other, maintaining and deepening the rift between political parties that benefit Meta and the reps/senators invested in it.

Yeah it's an App that shows you funny videos and dances but PLEASE I'M BEGGING FOR ONE CRUMB OF CRITICAL THOUGHT ON THE SIZE OF THIS FUCKING THING ALONE

[tulipsforyourlips]

✧˖°. i found you ✧˖°. (7)

|| the sandman x dead boy detectives ||

SUMMARY: You run the dead boys detective agency along with your two best friends. And somehow two ghosts and a living girl make it work. Until you dream one night, of dream himself.

PAIRING: dream of the endless x fem!reader

WC: 3.6K

WARNINGS: heavy angst, violence, heavy depictions of gore!! proceed only if you have the stomach for it!

PART 7 ✧˖°.

You were wrapping the take out noodles around your fork, for some minutes now. There was no space for food inside you, your guts were packed. With agonizing feelings. And the worst of them- unrequited feelings. You dropped your head on the table. 

"Insult. Preposterous scandalous insult. If I could eat, I would never ever insult noodles like that." Charles entered the living room.

He sat down beside you on the floor with a sigh. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong." You titled your head in his direction, still resting it on the marble surface.

He brought his face needlessly closer. "Yeah?"

"You know mate there is this notion you have never heard of-it's called personal space and you're seriously invading it right now." You pushed his face back.

"Come on, tell me." He poked your leg with his under the table.

"Charles I," you pressed the heels of your hands against your eyes.

"I think I am in love." You brought your hands down and looked into his eyes.

"Haz you're my best friend-" Huh "-and I love you, I do but-"

"Not with you! You buffoon!" You smacked his shoulder.

His mouth formed an 'O'. "Of course I knew that," he said while massaging his shoulder. "That hurt by the way."

"Good." You threw your head on the couch behind you.

"Who is the unlucky man?"

"You don't know him."

"Wait is this the guy you keep ditching us for?"

"No-yes and I don't ditch you for him you overdramatic arse."

"Whatever. Are you sure you are in love?" He asked. "It's not just some infatuation?"

"No Charles it isn't a stupid crush. I feel my trachea physically contract when I am near him. Like someone has just seized it, leaving behind thumbprints-his thumbprints."

"I did not get a word of that."

You rolled your eyes.

"Is he hot?" He smirked.

You went over the memories of his flawless face, each detail on it so intricately stored in your mind.

"He's beautiful."

"Damn, you are fucked mate."

You were fucked.

"What's going on?" Edwin joined you both.

"Hazel is in love."

"Wha-"

"No!" You shrieked. "I think. I don't know."

"The mystery date?" Edwin pulled a chair and spun it so that his torso was against the back of it.

"Yeah."

"Haven't you known him for a month maybe?"

"It feels like an eternity," you said. "Why me?" You wailed.

"Happens to the best of us soldier." Charles patted your back.

"Does he..love you back?" Edwin inquired.

"Guys love is too strong a word! And no."

"Has he told you that?"

You narrowed your eyes at Edwin. "No." Before he could take apart your reply and divulge into its interpretations, you rebuffed, "he can't. It's not possible. It's complicated. Just that he can't. And please, can we stop talking about this. Don't you two have any better things to do than piss me off."

"No. Hazel in love is a whole new facet for me to explore."

"Say love one more time and I will skin you alive," you threatened.

"Loooooove," Charles sang.

"This is precisely why I was planning to just sulk by myself alone and swallow down my feelings. Fuck healthy coping mechanisms." You pushed the table back and began standing up when Charles pulled you down.

"You would have exploded."

"Like I am practicing sainthood right now," you fumed as you thrashed against his arms.

"So how old is he?" Edwin queried.

"You people are insufferable. Are you building a freaking facebook page for him?"

"Hey how did you know?" Charles was sniffing the bowl of noodles.

You hit him on the head. "Can you even smell it?"

"It's the effort that counts mate and stop bloody hitting me!" He yelped.

"Stop being you!"

"Guys guys stop it! Hazel how old is he?"

"Quite old," you sighed.

"Like grandpa old-"

"Ew Charles. Well," He was technically more than that.

Edwin's eyes widened. "I was aware you were into older men but?"

"Come on he can't be older than us," Charles grinned.

Yeah about that...

"What is he? Jesus?" Edwin questioned.

"Yeah mate like she just casually fell in love with a god."

Oh boy they were treading dangerously close.

As they began speculating which greek gods they would fuck, marry or kill, you felt your eyelids droop down and you succumbed to the sweet call of sleep.

You stood over the dreaming waters, a wind blowing your hair awry. You lowered your body and your fingers grazed the surface of the glittering water, causing a tremor of ripple. You felt the energy seething in the water body, intangible but somehow compellingly real. And you let it's force pull you into the unfathomable depths of the sea. The impact was cold against your mortal skin, but not as jarring as it should have been for a human. Perhaps it was practice, perhaps it was your weird abilities. Here you could even breathe underwater without flooding your lungs. A trail of light erupted inside the water, guiding you to your destinations. You slackened your muscles and allowed it to steer your body to the dream awaiting you. Like it had been for the past few days. You fell into the dream. Riveting darkness engulfed you. Something was off. A putrid smell wafted through the air which was devoid of any warmth. You opened your arms wide, trying to gain an estimation of your surroundings. Your hands braced against something. A wall? You tried to feel the coarse rugged wall with your fingers but they came away slicky. Gross.

"Hello?" You called out into the apparent void and heard your voice echo against the sickening enclosure of wherever the fuck you had stumbled onto. 

The rancid odour that hung in its air did not aid in pacifying your nerves. You carefully started walking, trying to locate the dream's inhabitant and reach the end of wherever you were when a  clank sounded from where your feet had accidentally kicked something. Before you could discern it, a torch shone in the far distance. A muddled sense of relief poured into your nerves.

"Is anyone there?" You called into the darkness and began approaching the source of light which was gradually making its way towards you.

As you neared the silhouette, it began taking the form of a person. Then you stopped in your tracks, the momentary relief freezing into blocks of fear. A beast of a man holding a sconce alit with fire stared at you with eyes reflecting its light along with an untamed hunger for bloodlust. And then he smiled, displaying all of his crooked yellowed teeth. You took a step back, then another and ran for your life. But luck adored you and you tripped and fell face first onto the ground. Ouch. Your tongue tasted copper as blood oozed from your lips. The left side of your face that was in direct contact with the grimy ground throbbed and you were sure you had managed to bruise that too. You lifted yourself up on your hands weight which stung with meek cuts. The man's footsteps grew louder. And as they did, the light of the raving fire fell on the object you had first hit your leg against and now tripped on. A corpse, multiple corpses, half of them dwindled down to a revolting cluster of skeletons while the other half were decaying their way towards their comrades littered around your own breathing body which could soon add to the pile. Could you die in dreams? You could definitely get hurt. Oh my god you could definitely die. You wanted to empty your guts. Instead you ran. How were you in a nightmare and whose bloody conscious were you in? Who dreamt of walls slick with blood and cannibals or whichever friendly profession the guy practiced roaming within them?

"Dream," your voice pleaded as you exhausted your lungs' limits. You spared a glance back, he was still pursuing you. "Dream! Help me!"

No answer. 

He couldn't hear you. You knew that. You had tried it the second time you had entered someone else's dream- cursing and taunting him as a healthy way to vent your anger at your failed attempts. You had to escape this place. But how? The only way you knew was the opening of a portal after the dream had bent to your will. And there was no way you could get that despising man to trust you. Your legs ached but the nearing shadow on the ground had you disregard it. A portal appeared out of nowhere in front of you and the inertia of your run had you dive straight into it. Pitch black swallowed you again, this time absent of the smell of rotten corpses as you plummeted, to your death. No, not your death. You landed on stable ground in pure darkness. And a light bulb switched on. A mob of zombies were circled around you. Sharp acute fear sliced through your insides. Then the light fused out. Pitch black. When it switched on again, the bloodthirsty creatures were impossibly near you. Shabby vile hands wrapped around your throat. Another pair around your forearm. And another. The army of zombies was on you, nails digging into your flesh, drawing blood.

"Dream please," you futilely begged.

No answer.

Just as your mind was supplying you with images of the dead boy detectives at your tombstone, a portal opened underneath you and gravity pulled you down yet again. Your feet slammed against a polished floor. You found yourself in a diner. Nobody seemed to take in your pathetic presence as you stood studying the scenes playing in front of you. A waitress named Jenny took a happy couple's order. A young man dressed up for a job interview sat on the counter. A woman was calling up her girlfriend after a nasty fight. In the kitchen someone chopped up tomatoes. An odd man sat in a booth in a corner, observing the people all around with an unsettling glint in his eye. A red glow illuminated his face which seemed to come from an object clutched in his hand. Conversations played out everywhere. The scenes segued into the next seamlessly. Something about this figment felt less a dream and more like a memory. But that did nothing to melt the blocks of fear still floating around in your blood, given the fiery streak of nightmares you were on. It's as if you were witnessing the worst of humanity. Your skin bore bleeding gashes as proof. You watched the now mismatched couples make out with each other. And when you blinked, you were alone. It was as though the people had vaporized into thin air. Apprehension tingled your spine. Three people flickered into existence to your right like the lights flickering overhead. The job interviewee was huddled over the CEO's husband. He pulled away a little and a gasp of horror left your mouth. A gaping slash decorated his neck as blood streamed from it, seeping into his clothes and onto the floor. Bile arose in your throat.

"What did you do?" The wife squeaked.

"I didn't mean to-" The young man started explaining when he dissolved into nothingness like the rest.

You wanted to get out of here. What kind of fucked up memory was this?

Two figures materialized in the back, in the kitchen. The waitress was burning papers into a fire while the chopping guy from before was cutting up more vegetables. You warily approached the window segregating the customer side and you wished you hadn't. It wasn't just papers the woman was burning but her own hands and you fought the urge to scream at the charred skin of the woman which was peeling off her hands, exposing the tissues and bones inside. Her friend wasn't bringing his knife down on tomatoes but with a grimace, you saw on his own fingers. Blood spluttered onto the chopping board, a few droplets etching on his face. You grabbed the counter behind you as you shivered due to the gruesome sight you had just experienced. You grinded your teeth in order to not throw up right there and then. In the next second, they were both gone. You revolved your head around, scanning for any sort of escape from the ceaseless series of nightmares you had locked yourself in. You started towards the door, when Jenny appeared in your way with two screwdrivers in her hand. And to your utter harrowing horror, thrusted their spiky ends into her eyes. Your stomach unfurled into a sickening frenzy that gripped every organ of your being and you shuddered. You closed your eyes. Tears slid down your face, mixing the taste of copper and seawater on your tongue. Everything hurt.

"Dream I want to get out," you croaked to yourself, fingers trembling.

No answer.

When you opened them again, all the individuals from before were leering at you. Drenched in blood- gushing out of necks, dripping down from hammered and sliced hands, accompanied by bloodied slits for eyes.

"Dream please, I need you," you whispered, tears falling down in a torrent. 

Blood splattered everywhere as they made their way to you. The door was just behind you. But you were frozen in your spot, dread weighing your body down. They spread around, closing in from every direction. You took a step back and your back collided with something solid. You closed your eyelids, waiting to be impaled on a knife or a screwdriver when a familiar hand draped around your waist.

"I got you," Dream's sweet voice said in your ears.

And in a heartbeat, the horrendous scene was replaced by his throne room. He released his hold on you and without his hands keeping you upright, your knees buckled and you fell to the floor.

Bottling down any sob that could dare leak through, you asked, blinking away tears, "what happened back there?"

"You accidentally ventured into the worst the Dreaming has to offer," he explained while scrutinizing your injuries.

"I did not venture Dream. I got sucked into it," you bit out.

The Endless lowered himself to where you were crouched on the floor. You must be looking a complete and hapless fiasco, lips and skin torn, blood desecrating your features, incongruous in the Dreaming castle. 

"Hazel I never thought those could even be accessible to you. Some nightmares yes, but none that terrorizing. Something must have-"

"You knew?" You looked up at him. "You knew that I could stumble into a nightmare any of the days you sent me there?"

"It-it never happened before, with Hope-"

"I am not Hope!" you snapped. "I almost died Dream, more than once." Your voice shook involuntarily.

"I wouldn't have let you," he said firmly. "I heard you."

He did? All the names you had called him and the jokes you had made of his 'conceited arse' passed through your mind. But the spur of embarrassment mellowed down as rage took its hold back on you.

His fingers skimmed across the underside of your eye where a scar was engraving into it.

"Don't touch me." You swatted his hand away.

A momentary hurt flashed in his eyes.

"Oh please like I am not doing you a favour. You act as if my touch burns you." You tried to get up but a swell of dizziness swept over you and you would have fallen again if Dream hadn't caught you against him. And as quickly, he let go of his hands.

"You promised,"

Dream flinched at your words.

"You promised it would be fine. Nothing about that was fine."

Dream went still. You turned back, away from the glass panes. The crystal colours reminded you of the apron Jenny was wearing and the image of the waitress jabbing the metal ends into her eyes, surfaced from wherever it had been imprinted in your mind for the remainder of your life.

"I can't do this anymore Dream. I am sorry."

A yank pulled you out of your sleep and your eyes fluttered open in the waking world. Every muscle in your anatomy was sore.

"Come on you tosser up!" Charles barged into your room.

You dragged your sheets over your head, shielding your sorry state from his gaze.

"Get up mate!" He whined. "I come as a bearer of absolutely brills news. We have, drumroll please," he rapped his hands on the bedstand, "another sea monster creating havoc!"

"I am not feeling really well today. I don't think I will be able to accompany you," you said from under your covers and Charles groped them, about to toss them aside.

"Bugger off! It could be a nasty infection, you will catch it."

"Ghost's don't get sick idiot."

"Charles please I am a mess right now, go without me," you pleaded.

"Ugh fine. Rot in bed for all I care." And he went away.

So you proceeded to rot in bed all day, staring at the wall, regretting your existence, you know, the usual. After a while, as the sun became dimmer, you got out of your bed with grueling effort, scrambled on a hoodie to conceal your bruised face and body incase the boys got back and went to the study. You began combing through thick volumes of parasite trivia to distract your mind from replaying the events of last night. Even the knowledge of your confrontation with Dream sparked a pain that hurt more than any physical wounds on your self. You browsed through the shelves and your fingers hovered over a book that peeked your interest. You pulled it out and immediately dropped it onto the floor at the swooshing sound from the mirror.

"Fuck, you scared me," you told a reappeared Edwin.

"I had no intention to," he apologized. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," you lied.

Charles was next through the mirror.

"How was the case?"

"Ugly," he said. "Did you know about the night nurse?" He scrunched his face.

"The what?" Your bafflement was genuine.

"She's this transcendental being working in some afterlife department locating missing boys-missing dead boys and allotting them their fixed places in the afterlife," Edwin spoke up.

"Yeah she's a bitch basically. Tried to separate Edwin and me here." He put up his hands in disbelief. "The gall. She can try." He balled up his fist into a punch. "I won't let her take you back to hell," he told Edwin.

Edwin smiled softly and squeezed his hand. "I know Charles."

"This doesn't make sense. Death isn't even after you," you blurted out and realized your mistake.

"What do you mean?" Both their ears perked up.

"I don't think that she is." You moved away from them and secured the hood around your head. You kept the study barely lit for the aesthetics and you applauded yourself for that whimsy decision.

"Well believe it or not the world doesn't adjust itself to what Hazel thinks and what Hazel feels," Charles blabbered.

Except it did.

"Yeah, I know. I am going to bed, see you later." You picked up the book you had dropped earlier and walked away.

"You sleep more than a corpse these days you know?"

You stopped in the doorway as the skeletons and remains of people from one of the nightmares entered your vision, a fate you were about to join.

"That isn't  funny," you deadpanned as you turned around.

"Dude chill it was a joke. Why so serious? Trouble with your boyfriend?" He snickered.

"Everything is not a bloody joke Charles!" You hurled your book at him and he ducked just in time from having a permanent dent on his head.

"What the fuck mate?"

"Hazel," Edwin chastised.

You pressed your fingers against your temples. "I am sorry."

You rushed out of the study, mad at everyone and yourself. Footsteps followed behind.

"Edwin please don't."

You winced as he grabbed your forearm. He noticed your reaction and pulled your sleeve up. You jerked free from his grip but he had already seen the claw marks carved in your skin.

"What was that?"

You shied away from his inspecting glare. He warily approached you, afraid he might set you off again. But as you retreated back, your hood fell back and light illuminated your battered face.

Edwin sucked in a breath. "What the fuck happened to your face?" His voice was upsettingly calm. You had never heard him curse once in the 4 years you had known him.

He clenched his teeth when you didn't respond. "Hazel, I asked you a question."

"I tripped." That was partially true.

"You tripped?" He asked incredulously. "What is happening to you?"

"Everything is fine Edwin! Absolutely brilliant. There is nothing you need to worry about."

"How can we not?" He cried. "We care for you!" He brought his voice down several octaves.  "We want to help you."

"You can't okay!" You yelled at him.

"Let us try." His eyes were locked on yours. "Please."

Your eyes grew watery. You plopped down on the couch near you. Edwin sat himself next to you.

"What is going on Hazel?" He gently probed.

You pursed your lips to stop yourself from crying. "Nothing." You shook your head.

"Come here."

He put his arm around you and at the touch, the dam of your emotions busted open and you crumbled into his embrace, soiling his shirt with your tears. He stroked your hair as you sobbed into his chest, emptying all of the pent up frustration and hurt and loss until you were numb, incapable of feeling anything. Oh Dream, what are you doing to me?

SERIES MASTERLIST ✧˖°.

[cosmic-tempest]

An issue I have with booktok

A little while ago on Instagram I came across a reel which must have come from TikTok... Because from what I understand a lot of reels on Instagram come from there, and I don't have TikTok. This reel was about a woman in the booktok community who was talking about something really concerning.

In this post she goes on to say that some women in the community sent nudes to a man in the community, and said man is threatening to release their nudes, aka revenge porn, if they say anything about it or try and expose him. And that the poster of the video I watched won't mention who it is. I have a few things to say on this, and some are going to be hot takes, because apparently nuance is not people's favourite thing on tumblr.

Why keep the predatory man's identity a secret if you KNOW who he is? You can tell people who he is, and not give away who the women were that told you about this, and telling others would keep other women, and MINORS safe from him.

These women should have known better than to send a stranger on the internet nudes, as they are presumably old enough to know better about online safety and to keep themselves safe.*

The women being blackmailed by him, and having to delete their accounts is terrible and I am so sorry they are being blackmailed. I feel bad for them, no one should have to go through anything like that, and I hope they look into the laws about revenge porn in their state, sue him for blackmail because that is illegal, that they kept screenshots of the blackmailing, and that they can hopefully move on and be happy in the future.

I hope this man, whoever he is, gets what is coming to him for blackmail.

*The women who sent nudes to a stranger online just because he... Was in the booktok community? Somehow felt safe enough to send a stranger their nudes? I am starting to wonder if people have all but forgotten about internet safety. When I was in school I was told to never trust strangers online with any information, especially nudes. Did people not get these talks in school? By their parents? Did they simply just disregard these talks simply because internet and being online is a major part of life now?

And it isn't just a TikTok thing, or an Instagram thing, or even Facebook, etc. It is a Tumblr thing too because you can go on a LOT of blogs and find out incredibly sensitive information about someone in their "about me" posts.

It is like people have forgot that any amount of information can be used against you in SOME capacity. There are people out there that like to choose vulnerable [mental health issues, neurodivergence, etc] to groom. There are people who choose to go after minors. There are people who would literally use your whole information that you have your blogs about yourself to use as a whole new identity.

"Our information is out there anyway," yeah, but you don't have to make it easier for them to find. Take your online safety seriously. Say no to sending nudes to strangers online if you don't want your nudes possibly used as revenge porn or whatever else because you simply telling them not to send it to others because you trust them will do NOTHING to stop someone from doing it.

[acotar-taylorsversion]

Nesta and Az do not have to equal Gwyn.

You know who else they have in common? Elain.

Elain, who is Nesta’s sister and is also made by the cauldron. Who Azriel willingly gave truth teller to so she could use it. Who is a seer and can possibly also use and help with the trove. Who has a connection to koschei. Who has told everyone that she wants to help and has made the NC her home.

Like come on?

Elain’s “mountain” could literally be ramiel. And who better to help her than an Illyrian who’s already familiar with it.

I really do try to understand how most people think gwyn is gonna be important but I also see how Elain can easily fit into those storylines. I don’t see why Sarah would give gwyn any kind of story before Elain. She has not once mentioned gwyn in any interview other than to comment on how our lightsinger theories proved we “were onto something.” She has only talked about Elain and Azriel recently. And please stop sending me screenshots of that Facebook post from a million years ago or that one bit about a walk through something involving Elucien. I totally got the same vibes as I did when she had to talk about how much she loved Feyre and tamlin together way back then.

I try and think about how Azriel would be involved with the Illyrian rebel plot line but he hates the Illyrians. He told Rhys that he should literally kill them all and be done with it. I know truth teller is connected to enailus (?) but I just don’t see Azriel caring enough to fix them. I can definitely see Cassian doing that. He loves his race, and so many of them compare him to enailus. And I could see Cassian involving Emerie in that as well, because she would do that, not gwyn. After what happened to gwyn in the rite, I’m sure she never wants to deal with the Illyrians like that ever again.

And I only see Lucien involved with the koschei storyline because of his relationship to Vassa. I truly believe Elain will reject the bond and Lucien will understand and accept that. I know I’ve said it before, but Az acts more like her mate than Lucien does. 🤷🏻‍♀️

And yes, I’ve read the bonus chapters from silver flames and flame and shadow. I still don’t see how gwyn and Az could ever be romantically involved. To me, it seemed like he was drawn to the library because of her singing(which could be because of lightsinger powers) and it seemed like his shadows just like music. Any music. I don’t know? Maybe I’m bias. Sarah has made it a point to progress Elriel further and further in each acotar book more than Elucien. That has to mean something. And those of you who say “why hasn’t she rejected him if she doesn’t want him”, why would she do something that big in someone else’s book?

I’m also sorry that most of my posts are super long. Once I start talking, it’s hard to stop lol 😆

[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

selected moments from orchestra

greeted the two older ladies in the back of my section before rehearsal and one of them asked me "can you fix tile?" and i thought she had said "tire" so i was asking if she had car problems and she clarified "no, can you come and redo my tile grout? i can pay you!"

the other older sectionmate said with more than a little alarm "why are you asking her to do that?!" to which the first said "well, em's like a tomboy! she looks like she can fix anything!" 😭😭😭😭

i swear the second lady was trying very hard to decide between being offended on my behalf or laugh out loud LMFAOO like no worries bestie. this is quite possibly one of the most affirming things ever said to me

principal oboe saw me as she walked in (she stopped in the middle of giving a salsa lesson last week because she saw me in passing and T-posed at me) and apologized for trying to rope me into the salsa lesson (i would have joined had i not literally just gotten out of a meeting with my advisor and wanted to decompress i.e. Go Home) to which i was like nahh man it's fine i was just genuinely happy to see you to which she was like aww!! 🥺

when concertmaster was ready to tune principal oboe wasn't looking at him so he called her name in a very sing-song voice and me and viola friend lost it

we worked on the second movement of the dvořák again and i was looking up at a part where the seconds are one of the few moving things underneath the famous EH solo because. i was NOT moving my ass until tita conductor told me to move it

she looked up from her score at the same time i was, locked eyes with me, saw i was looking up at her already, and beamed from ear to ear at me 😭😭😭 i could not resist smiling back 😭

tita conductor told the winds to bring some call-and-response element of the music, "like those parrots on facebook reels," to which everyone in the orchestra must have given her a genuine What The Actual Fuck, Girl? look, so she elaborated "in my spare time i am on facebook watching parrots singing at each other." tita, my beloved, do you see how this begs more questions than it answers.

concertmaster's antics during rehearsal are genuinely so entertaining. he is normally so well-behaved and he does do his job well but he has the mischief of a youngest sibling to whom not enough attention is given.

when tita conductor's back is turned working with another section he looks straight at me and does an interpretive dance to their part with his eyebrows

today when tita conductor's back was turned to him he turned around and lowered the stand of the players behind him while, i kid you not, sniling so sneetly. i really wonder how his stand partner keeps a straight face because i sure as hell can't

when we switched from the fourth movement of the dvořák to the grieg concertmaster stared warbling the tune the firsts had in the first of the dances, to which tita conductor turned a genuinely delighted look down on him as she switched out her score on her stand

after rehearsal the second violin who was moved to the firsts greeted me with "em! my principal!" to which i was like "you are a first violin now though!" and she replied "you're still my principal!" 😭 i don't think that's how it works love 😭

me, associate principal viola, ex-second, and concertmaster were standing outside the hall chatting when tita conductor came outside, saw us, stopped in her tracks, and began rummaging for her keys as she asked "do you need the room open?" off our answer to the negative she asked "just hanging out?" and then smiled at us and trundled off.

when she returned she slid into the group and asked concertmaster and i to make new master copies of the mendelssohn (previous users had overmarked them to the point of illegibility, which associate principal viola had been complaining about for ages)

as i was finding it in my folder, i accidentally showed tita conductor my 7-page list of spots and she made an expression of such euphoric glee that concertmaster said "let me see", leaned over, and shoved his face into my folder, and ex-second violin asked her "what did em do?" to which tita conductor said "em is a principal second sent straight from the heavens to earth" let's cool it there just a bit, girl 😭😭😭

presently the concertmaster, associate principal viola, and i were left outside the hall to review my spots and see how heinous my fingerings were

concertmaster said "i'd go straight for fifth from first" to a part i had directed to shift to third before fifth and i had to be like. My Guy You Went To A Conservatory For High School.

and then he kept suggesting 4th finger extensions and saying "well i can do it and my hand's small" to which i had to be like. buddy. hold up your hand. look at my hand against yours. do you see how all your fingers are half an inch longer than mine. tita conductor was on the floor

[vaspider]

I genuinely hope this isn’t too prying or intrusive, I am strictly asking out of curiosity but…. What…. Is going on with that 16 year old and why is it on a post about a house coat? Are you ok?

I'm fine.

That kid has been fixated on me since I said, basically, that the French Revolution killed a bunch of innocent people and isn't something to be emulated.

For the past 3 weeks, since I told her to leave me alone on Tumblr, she's been stalking me across the internet, digging up every possible way to contact me, and sending elaborate death threats along with suicide threats. I've turned off the contact forms on my professional website and NK. She's sent asks here and contacted me from multiple Tumblrs, multiple Facebook and Instagram accounts, TikTok, LinkedIn, Reddit, YouTube, BlueSky, and multiple email accounts. I'm pretty sure I'm missing something, though I do have it all screenshotted and saved. She found my phone number and left multiple threatening voicemails, and she kept contacting my business, sending death threats to places where my employees, including my younger brother, had to deal with them.

She seems to think that I'm a man, and that I'm attempting to use magic on her, and that she can threaten me into doing whatever it is she wants. I don't really understand what's going on in her head, and I'm not trying to do so. I don't really read the things she writes.

At this point, the FBI is involved - she's been sending death threats pretty much every day for about a month now with a few breaks here and there - and I've been declining to respond to her for the vast majority of that time, hoping that she'd get bored, or, hopefully, that someone who cares about her would realize how deeply, deeply unwell she is and get her help before this becomes a criminal matter. I really, really don't want to be put in that position, but I also can't ask the people who work for me (some of whom are my family) to deal with a constant barrage of messages detailing how if I don't publicly apologize for ... fuck all if I know or care... she's going to "slit [my] throat like a Sicilian" and throw my body in the Willamette River.

I really, really, really just want this kid to leave me alone. I didn't seek her out - she sought me out - and I'm not interested in talking to or debating with a 16 year old. But, also, the things that she's been doing for the past month are crimes and truly beyond the pale.

As to why that's on a video about a housecoat... your guess is as good as mine. Her last comments before this were on the two public videos on my abandoned YouTube account, both of which were process videos about making patches, and she left death threats on a post on my old personal Instagram that I made on the day of the Tree of Life shooting. It has nothing to do with me or what I'm saying - she seems to just randomly pick things to add her bizarre urban fantasy VASpider fanfic to.

Please leave that person alone, everybody. She is a third my age and very clearly deeply unwell. I'd been ignoring her, but I'm kind of hoping against hope that knowing that, yeah, actually, what she's doing is a crime, people take that seriously, and I really really really don't want her to fuck up her life? will convince her to stop.

I'm not afraid. I'm mostly just tired and very, very sad. It is really upsetting to see someone who is so out of alignment with consensus reality, and it's even more upsetting when that person is so young. I feel deeply sorry for her, both that she's unwell in a way that's clearly causing her harm, and that she doesn't seem to be getting the help she needs from the people around her. I hope it's just that the people around her don't realize what's going on and that someone can make them aware, because it is just... rotten... to see someone that young making such a mess of things.

I don't want to talk about this further. I've been avoiding talking about it publicly at all, but at the point where we're closing on a month... I dunno. I hope saying something directly and making it clear this isn't going to go the way she thinks gets it through to her.

I'm gonna go play with my dog.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA for contacting an old childhood friend?

So I (28NB) made a good friend (27F?) in the third grade at a very religious private school. We were thick as thieves and did as much as we could together. Sleepovers, parties, movies, she was really the only close friend I had like that growing up. We sort of fell apart when she got moved to a different private school in the same city for seventh grade, and then I went to a different city’s public school starting in eighth grade.

In the meantime, I went through a lot of self discovery, became agnostic, found out I was nonbinary and other flavors of queerness. Whenever I thought back about her, I imagined her as still essentially the same as we both were in middle school. The super Christian, long blonde hair blue eyed Southern girl who wouldn’t really understand my life as it is now. Not in a malicious way, but just assuming she was like the others from the same school I had run across since then.

The crux is that my mom was going through her old facebook account for pictures, and found that she was still friends with all the mom’s from the middle school. So she checked out my friend’s mom’s page. And there she was, at a recent family Christmas party, in an ugly Christmas sweater, hair shaved off, and arms around another woman (from presentation, we don’t know anyone’s current pronouns). It made me happy to find out that she was like me in this way.

I want to reach out to her with some message of “Hey, same hat!” but I’m worried that that sort of message from a long forgotten friend may seem weird and creepy. Like I had been stalking her to refind her information (I had a facebook account that used to be friends with her, but over the years I had deleted all friends and stopped posting, it’s just a memory graveyard, though I can tell she is keeping hers updated) and I don’t know 100% if she is actually queer, or if she just has a new best friend that she brings to Christmas dinner.

It’s also possible that I’m completely overthinking this and she would actually like me to reach out to her? Maybe I should leave out the stuff about being queer until after we’re already talking? So it doesn’t seem so completely out of the blue?

What are these acronyms?

[aita-polls]

Aita for not accepting my best friend's bf?

Me (F 17) and my best friend (F 18), we'll call her C, have been friends for over two years . We became close quickly, she was there for me during a really dark time in my life. We've gone to concerts together, sleepovers, she even went on a family holiday with me last summer. Basically we're really close.

Everything started going "wrong" last spring when she started talking to this american guy online, we'll call him L. C was really into him and they were texting like non stop the last few months of school. He seemed to be into her too and, despite some of his quirks, I was genuinely happy for her. One weird thing was that anytime anyone asked about his age she would say something vague like "idk early twenties" ok fine. Well fast forward to July and we're getting our nails done, C is talking about L and the nail girl asks about his age and she says the same thing about "eh like 22, 23, it hasnt come up yet" but the very next day she sends me his old Facebook acc that she found because she's upset that it's full of old posts about his ex. I look at it and I'm like 👁👄👁 because this MAN went to HIGH SCHOOL before we were even BORN. Early twenties my ass. I'm doing calculations, I'm counting on my fingers, I'm opening the calculator app. I text her back like omg this guys in his 30s,, he's like a creep.

Three things to keep in mind at this point; one when they started talking C was 17, two C had always said she wanted to date older men bc guys in their 20s were immature and I kind of agreed bc I thought "oh yeah she means when she's in her 20s she'll date men in their 30s", and third literally the day before she said she didn't know how old he was.

She texts back "oh yeah I knew for a while I just forgot to tell you" sure... anyways she's fine with Ls age, I find it quite uncomfortable but I'm like whatever she's young, we're starting college soon, they'll probably break up and I won't have to worry about it. So I was just trying to be chill about it.

One day I get the text I've been waiting for. He's ghosted her for like three weeks. She's done with him. I try my best to comfort her and then she says it. There's another guy. She went back on dating apps and now she's matched with another guy, M, and they've been talking for a week and it's going really well.

She sends me a photo.

This man is

Dusty

Musty

And ANCIENT

He's like properly Dad aged

He's 38 💀

And I'm just like ew ew ew. I am no longer able to be chill. Now I know this will never end. There's no waiting for a break up because then there's just a cycle of older man after older man. I message her, like trying my best to be as nice as possible basically asking if she's sure about him, if this is the right move for her, and warning her about the type of guys who date girls 20 years younger than them. And naturally she defends her relationship and asks me to give him a chance. I really do feel incapable of giving him a chance because like for example if my cousin who's 34 started going out with one of my friends it would fundamentally change the way I view her as a person and I love her to death. So yeah it's a hard thing to just get over.

I decide to just shut up about it.

Then she says that M has a spare mattress in his house in France so we can all stay over and go on a holiday to France. So I, naturally, being the comedian I am, asks if its in the basement with the other girls. She gets REAL defensive and an argument sparks. I tell her like all my feelings about it. Honestly I was quite mean here, I called him weirdo and a creep and like what even was the point of that?? Silly silly me.

Anyways the next time we met it was super uncomfortable and we haven't really seen each other since then, not by avoidance we're just in different towns and we're not in school anymore. I do feel like there's a rift between us now, which is horrible because the only reason there was a fuss about this guy to begin with is because I care about her so much. I don't want something like this to come between us. We're meeting up soon so obviously this isn't totally doomed and maybe space was a good thing.

I see pictures of C and M together now and like it weirdly makes sense. Like don't get me wrong M is riddled with red flags but also they're just kind of two dorks that have found each other. He seems to bring her out of her shell. And she seems to make him genuinely happier. So like maybe this is a good thing.

They've also met in person now and she's still alive which puts me more at ease. But I'm still quite a bit put off by the age gap. AITA for acting the way I did about him, and just not being chill with it?

[weabooweedwitch]

Most women your age are getting married and starting their families and you've never even had a bf 🤡 it's so over for you better get used to coping with ur crippling loneliness with maladaptive daydreaming, yandere asmr videos, drugs and self-insert fanfic because that's all you'll ever have now. Your youth is gone and you're still fat af even after you lost weight (probably gained it all back by now lmao). You could have made something of urself whem you were 20 by losing weight and going to college but instead you laid around and wasted all of your youth and now it's too late. No man will ever want to deal with your baggage of being poor, old, unwanted, uneducated (lmao how do I have more education than you and I'm 10 years younger? dumbass doesnt even have her GED), cringey age-inappropriate hobbies, mentally ill and not even having the decency to go to therapy and take meds, fat, ugly face, loser and loner with no irl friends, crazy family, looking old for your age, whored yourself out on a sugar daddy website, rotten teeth due to your own laziness, thinning frizzy hair and gross bulky glasses, drug addicted alcoholic who's probably going to be homeless for the majority of her life, mean person attacking minor aged rape victims like jesus christ you're so fucking worthless SO many red flags so much baggage no-one will ever want to deal with that. You don't even know how worthless you are

You know, every time you send me a message like this, I think of the person from your friend group who came forward a while back. You know, the one you don't like to acknowledge tried to apologize on your behalf. Anyways, every time you insult my appearance I just think of what your friend said

So i get it sweetie, youre mad at mommy and daddy and you're lashing out. That's why half the time you're repeating things i previously said back to me and parroting shallow insults with a very small vocabulary. The second i call you fatherless, you call me fatherless. I use thw word maladaptive and, suddenly you know that word too and juat HAVE to use it as well. I get it. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery

You're honestly just making yourself look so pitiable. You realize you've already painted yourself as such a dumb jackass that every single time you do this I basically just laugh and ignore you, and then people who know me and are friends or WANT TO be friends with me see how you treat me publicly and they all say "yeah wow who's this absolutely demonic little cunt acting like this without any reason". Like. What is the end goal here. Making yourself look as petty and stupid as possible. Meanwhile, what did someone else in your friend group say? The ones you lied to? Including Callie, the actual victim whose trauma you're basically trying to appropriate for yourself

Anyways yeah I just wanted to like show you the actual screenshots of the conversation I had with your friend back in June, which also to everyone else, yeah June, that's when she lied to her own friends and said she would stop doing this. She lied to her friends because all of them told her this was making them massively uncomfortable, so now she's. Being an internet troll in secret behind their backs 😂 they were going to tattle on you to your mom so you lied so they wouldn't check tumblr anymore because you're such a weird angry little freak that this has become a hobby for you

I'm sad? I'M sad? I don't even know your fucking name meanwhile you've scrolled through all of my blogs repeatedly for months cataloging details about me for the sheer purpose of trying to poorly insult me.

Like genuinely 90% of the reason I'm answering this is to basically wave a flag saying "hey everyone if you've ever seen or received weird asks of photoshopped porn of me or pictures of my actual family taken from their facebooks or saw the transphobic racist fake dating profile she made with one of my selfies or you ever received a bitch lasagna or Zalgo text, it was this cringey little lolcow right here"

But I also wanted to show you screenshot proof that you make your own friends super uncomfortable and that they started talking about your personal business to defend me over you. So. Yeah I guess that stings huh?