#ive seen blogs on here than are literally known for talking shit about her and every message they get is about her ? yet apparently they

[usedtobemygirl]

some people who hate taylor swift are so weird, ive seen so many people post her lyrics out of context or say they “hate” her new record, but why are you posting lyrics from like … track 23 if you hate her so much? what you doing even getting that far girlie? 😭 someone doth protest too much I think

[cozyteez]

Hii, do u have any tips for writing fics?? I’m so used to writing research reports, lab reports, and formal essays that creative writing has become something I really struggle with. I guess it’s having the freedom to write anything and not knowing how to make sure it’s not corny. I tried outlining a fic one time but it was so frustrating LOLOLOL. Anyways, I love your ateez fics. They are so cute and creative!!

hi !!!! im like rlly touched u asked me and i feel u actually that's why i started this blog; im a biomedical engineering major so as u can imagine i dont get to take much creativity with what i write because writing papers and reports and proposals are so formulaic and u gotta stick to the facts so that being said i actually tested out of all my college writing classes so all my writing knowledge is from ap english in hs lmao so take it w many grians of salt

the #1 thing i do when im feeling sort of unmotivated about a story or maybe like like dragging myself thru mud to write it is to just write the "fun" part first. to me the fun part is usually the climax or maybe the like the "wouldn't it be cute if..." moment that came to mind that inspired me to write a blurb in the first place! then usually once i sort of get the ball rolling on that my brain will help me out and keep the momentum going by thinking of maybe "oohh okay maybe this can happen next" or "oohh and what if this led up to it" or !! just stop there !! something ive learned from my mx writing blog which is like a year older than this one was that you don't owe anybody context especially for a blurb so maybe it really is just 3 sentences of a cute moment u thought of like its whatever ur the one writing it

now for longer fics im going to be honest jongho's first love is my first and only completed attempt at a multi stage coherent story. and that was fueled purely based on the fact that when i look at jongho he just gives off sort a really excited sort of innocence that i wanted to further explore and personify through the idea of him experiencing love for the first time but even then i really struggled w the last part because that's where my personal experience stopped and i had basically nothing to go off of because ive never been in love so i did have to kinda wait for ideas to come to me. for prince yunho i have posted 4 chapters but have all the way through chapter 15 drafted. and by drafted i mean it's like 3 sentences of the overall idea. again, the fic was inspired by the duality between yunho's on stage vs. off stage persona where if somebody was to watch an ateez performance for the first time they may find him very serious and maybe even intimidating but atiny would know that his off stage persona (the one he choses to create for us anyways) is very silly and happy-go-lucky and approachable, which is why prince yunho is seen as narameth's strong and stoic pride and joy but in reality he's sort of clumsy but means well. so i let that and his relationship w xenia who is an original character (OC) sort inspire stories or interactions that i force into a plot line. so for example i believe when i first started thinking abt a prince au for yunho i thought "wouldn't it be funny if the first scene started out painting him as this strong and serious man and then cut to him choking on food or something" and that sort of inspired the idea of him being nervous abt the speech and then xenia came out of that because he needed a complementary character imo since i knew he was gonna be kind of one dimensional and then his backstory with xenia inspired other ideas and then one day i was sad and wanted a hug so that inspired a piece of the plot line and so on. so basically: let an idea or even an aspect of somebody come to you and just write it down, let it inspire other ideas. and don't be afriad to completely start over. i wrote a whole chapter for prince yunho and deleted the whole thing because i hated where it was going and started back from scratch. sometimes you have to revisit things abt your characters and their relationships with others to get a new idea. there's a story in every person and every relationship you just have to find the clues

here's an example of what i mean by "write the good part first". this is typically what the very first draft of a blurb will look like for me

((( blah blah blah basically its raining and y/n is sad bc wooyoung broke her heart two weeks ago idk maybe go into it maybe not)))

y/n is all sad and feeling sorry for themselves on the couch theyre past crying but still feel pretty shitty plus it's storming and cold outside. great

there's a knock on their door ofc they have the cliche "who could that be moment" even tho they lowkey know. we literally all know

so yeah wooyoung's there soaked in rain eyes puffy y/n thinks he's been crying

-this would be the "fun part". i'll fix all that garbage up top later or maybe even change it completely idk yet-

"y/n? i - uh. hi"

he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck while you crossed your arms over your chest, fighting the urge to close the door and walk away for good

"hi? really wooyoung? is that the best you can do?"

(((wooyoung does smth idk)))

"well i just -"

"you just what? showed up here in the rain after you broke my heart and didn't even bother to tell me why? this isn't some romance movie, asshole. you can't just come here late at night and expect to find me all sad and willing to take you back because i'm not. so say what you're gonna say so i can get back to my life"

your face was red hot and you trying very hard, probably too hard, to fight back tears. ((( idk talk some more abt y/n's emotions then what wooyoung is doing)))

"look, i made a mistake i-"

"oh my god! why did i know you were gonna do this. i just knew as soon as i saw you-"

"will you let me get a fucking word in!?"

well that was new. in the entire time you'd known him he had never raised his voice at you like that, your shock causing you to immediately close your mouth and fold your arms back into yourself (((make y/n seem more scared))) noticing your reaction, he lowered his voice back down and instictively reached for you, heartbroken at the way you jerked away from his touch

"please y/n, i'm sorry. i didn't mean to raise my voice it's just that i need to tell you that i regret what i did i regret breaking up with you so fucking much and you don't have to take me back i just need you to know how much you meant, no, mean to me. i still love you, a lot. there's not a day, an hour, a minute, or a single second that goes by that i'm not thinking of you"

"then why?"

your voice was small and wavering, your tears now dangerously close to spilling down your cheeks

"why what?"

"why did you break up with me like that, just all of a sudden"

he pushed his hands into his pockets and looked away

"because that morning i woke up before you and when i looked at you asleep next to me, i saw myself spending the rest of my life with you and it scared the shit out of me"

"why did it scare you?"

"because i just figured you didn't feel the same. i was selfish and wanted to save myself heartbreak down the line and so i told you i didn't wanna be with you anymore, but that was a mistake because it turns out i can't function with out you, i can't breathe without you i can't live without you, y/n. i shouldn't have let you go"

tears were now freely flowing down your face (((okay brain no work anymore y/n kisses him duh and then ofc they make up wooyoung prob says smth cheesy and y/n is like ur lucky i love you or smth ahaha the end)))

tl;dr -> don't be afraid to get messy. creative writing is not nearly as structured as academic/scientific writing. write whatever u want first it can even be the middle of a huge fight scene or some dialogue u think is funny. if ur stuck read what you have or maybe just take a break and let an idea come to you. a story doesnt have to come together til the very end so it can be as messy and out of order as u want until u wanna post it. also i would always use the third person omniscient point of view for a longer story like a chaptered fic as a default and only change if it would impact the plot in a negative way. this is where the narrator knows what every character is thinking/feeling and im p sure a teacher in middle school told me it was the easiest to write and follow

[letstalksymphogear]

Symphogear, EP.7 (Cont.)

“i have not now, nor ever, liked this creepy ass church elevator.”

“kanade please get out of my head, just because im hungry doesnt mean you have to tell me every time i am”

Hibiki finishes getting a full body X-ray. She’s fine.

“that anime protagonist immunity is really kicking in well!”

“by the way, your wife is here! and she’s looking mighty miffed., as opposed to me, mighty milfed.”

“you dont strike me as a mother figure but ill play along for now”

“i just hope miku’s okay...”

“oh, she’ll be fine! see, i’ve seen these kinds of plots before. big secret revealed, another lover is shown, the victim watches as they’re thoroughly cheated on, and they get to lik-”

“please stop breathing”

Genjuro’s wasting away again in Margaritaville. Looking for some daughter to adopt. SOME PEOPLE SAY THAT THERE’S A, WOOOOMAAAAAN TO BLAAAAAAAAAAME, BUT HE KNOWS

XYLOPHONE RIFF

THAT’S IT’S ALL HIS FAULT

XYLOPHONE RIFF

“i hate it when he gets like this. jimmy buffets not a good look for him.”

“for once you and i agree. seeing the commander sulk like this like a middle aged perma-tourist is genuinely miserable”

“hey homies! im back and i brought some bitches! oh, jesus, why does this place smell like mistakes in miami?”

“its me. im sorry. every time i feel like i failed as a dad, my anti-dad energies manifest. imagine every midlife crisis rolled up into a single ball, smacked into the face for eternity. thats the depth of my pain for failing this girl.”

In a moment of positivity, the friendship between Tsubasa and Hibiki is cemented.

> Tsubasa has joined the party.

“FRIENDSHIP!”

“fweindship.”

“uuuuhhhhh... dadship? yeah thats close enough.”

“WE’RE ALL GOOD FRIENDS!”

“ya tiddies are ringing again, better go get it”

Ryoko also points out that Hibiki’s relic is fusing with herself at an alarming rate. This is important to keep in mind.

Meanwhile, at night.

Miku is posing in the motherly “you done fucked up, where have you been young lady” position. A cold scolding is coming.

“.........................hey miku......”

“you can come in. are you worried im gonna bite? you suplexed a car. that shouldn’t be an issue anymore.”

“miku, i.... i wanted to tell you.... but.... the plot wouldn’t let me, miku....”

“should’ve told the plot to fuck off anyway. now you’re gonna live with that. you’re sleeping... on the bottom bunk.”

“b.... b..... b...... b.... b...... bottom bunk...?”

They slept separately that night. God, this is so stupid. All of this is so goddamned stupid. “I’m so mad at you even though you saved my life.” This is just so. AUGH. THIS IS DUMB. KANEKO WRITE BETTER ANGST THAT MAKES SENSE THAT ISN’T THIS.

Meanwhile, far away from this garbage...

Chris, having been evicted from Fine’s McMansion, wanders the streets of mumblemumble aimlessly. Don’t be fooled by her new fancy dress. Basically, she’s a combat-competent hobo.

“no food. no home. no victories. this sucks. whyd you do it, fine? we coulda been great together. but no. ya fired me. now i look like im prancing the red light district with a highly advanced superweapon around my neck.”

“no... hibiki’s to blame. ever since that genderbent little mac showed up to fight me, it’s been all downhill. fine thought me a laughstock because i couldnt take out her oversized boxing gloves, and now she beat me while i had nehushtan. god... i wish i never met that damn hamster faced chubby cheeked nerd.”

“wait, whats that crying”

Chris spies two kids talking to each other, one of them crying. Chris immediately makes an assumption, believing the big bro is bullying his sis.

“hey! stop nicking her lunch money, twerp”

Chris currently is a firm believer of corporeal punishment.

But the sister deflects the blow. Chris can’t even defeat children right now. Truly, this is a record low for her. You know you blew it when even kids are schooling you on basic morality. She then tells the little girl to stop crying, ironically mirroring her brother.

The infamous double T-Pose maneuver. Chris, you might as well get a shovel and start digging your own grave.

“i keep doing bad things badly, and now im doing good things badly... when fine said i was bad... did she just mean im not talented?”

Chris, finally, does a good thing and helps these kids find their parents.

“yeah. hibiki saved a kid when she got her gear. guess what? bam! im saving two! that’s fifty percent more kid per kid saved. take that, weirdo.”

The kids call her out on Chris singing unconsciously, and Chris gets flustered over it. Dawwwwww.

Chris manages to get them to safety to their Dad...

...while brutally lying about it, making Chris look like a predator. There’s a very crushing irony at play here, given who Chris used to serve.

“ugggggggggggggggghhhhhh hes not even gonna payyyyy meeeeeee why the fuck did i dooooo thiiiiiiissssss”

“hey, you know. you kids have a really nice relationship with one another. care to give me tips on how to be an empathetic human being capable of making friends?”

“maybe we’re born with it”

“maybe its maybeline”

“maybeline...”

Meanwhile...

A cold wind blows through Lydian Apartment 69-L. (I don’t actually know if that’s their room number, I just made it up.)

“jesus take the wheel, because i’m jumping out the passenger seat to save this current wreck of a relationship”

“miku please i saved your life, doesnt that count for anything”

“you already killed me the moment you lied. also im taking the bottom bunk so i dont have to see your face coming down the ladder.”

“miku you cant hide in this depression den forever. i know i hurt you and im sorry for it, but please understand i literally couldnt do it. you saw there were punches and violence and stuff... i didnt want you tied to that...”

“what was that? i cant hear your apologies over my incredibly loud snoring. SNOOOOOOORE. SNOOOOOOOORE. SNOOO- fuck, i just swallowed my spit, fuck”

“i hope this cocoon of displeasure you’ve made for yourself lets you erupt into a butterfly of acceptance so i can fly with you again.”

“......thats not fair. you cant say those beautiful metaphors and get away with it. let me be mad... sniff... let me be mad...”

Sadness wafts in the den of lies Hibiki has been forced into.

No music plays. There is only heartbreak, and woe.

In the midst of this pain...

Ryoko loredumps about how the Symphogears work and are immune to the noise on her blog, ‘hornyonmainforscience.org’, her hybrid science journal slash kink zone. It’s mostly a recap with some pretty good soft techno beats in it.

“i made a custom brew of red bull, five hour energy drink, coffee, and cream. i call it gamer girl piss.”

“damn. that’s some good piss.”

She muses about how Hibiki has managed to break the limitations of her Symphogear, making her a totally unique specimen. Wait, where have we heard this before...?

Hey... Ryoko... let’s just... cool it a bit with the Hibiki pictures... come on...

Ryoko touches upon the Custodians and the Curse of Babel. We ain’t touching that shit until later, because that’s another shitfuck box of crazy just ready to jump us in a dark alleyway to rob us of our wits.

Back to Lydian:

“miku whats the answer to the first three multiple choice questions”

“B. A. D.”

“oh, thanks. huh, BAD.”

“yeah. you are.”

“mmm. taste likes dissapointment. just like my life.”

“hey table for two haha get it cause there’s two chairs and miku for the love of god, please, forgive me”

“ive surgically removed my eyes and drew eyelashes over them with sharpie so i dont have to see your bird bangs.”

“thats very rude to both me and my hair. also, wig.”

Even Hibiki’s meal is judging her. Mainly for not eating it. Fucking look at this. God, that looks amazing. Fuck, why did I write this while I was hungry.

“miku you cant do this forever. i might die and youll end up crying on my tombstone going ‘oh god, why, oh god’, and really, i cant live with myself if that happens. mainly because id already be dead by then”

The Anime Janai crew show up to break some icebergs with a goddamn sledgehammer. As the self-aware Gods of this realm, they got very tired of this poor display of angst, and have decided to directly intervene.

Nevermind. They came for her kneecaps, and they most certainly got them.

PLEASE. I’M BEGGING YOU. END THIS GARBAGE PLOT THREAD.

“look. imma lay down the facts. yall are gay. yall are in love. yall are angry for the wrong reasons. its nobody’s fault here but the writer. so please kiss and make up. pretty please.”

“kaneko... you fool... we all know what the original sin is. its your hack writing making this stupidity in the first place. let the pencil go, asshole!”

They bring up the fact that Hibiki isn’t doing her work and wonder if she has a job on the side, which isn’t allowed by the school. Miku gets annoyed and bails, with Hibiki running after her. Unfortunately, Miku runs faster...

“oh god miku not the rooftop whatever you’re thinking just dont do it! please!”

“no. i came here to angst, since this is the Maximum Angst Zone.”

“i..... okay! okay, that’s fair! rooftops are the perfect place to look sad while getting proper air ventilation, thats fine”

It really would have been better played if it was played off that she felt hurt not because of the lie, but because she felt like she could have helped her better having known the truth, and it being a self-loathing sort of scenario for not being there better for her and not fully understanding the risk at play.

But no, instead, we get this.

Absolutely obliterated. A heart ripped, shredded, and sent to the Shadow Realm.

The episode ends on that note, but has a post credit scene.

Naked. On an old timey telephone. On a computer. Wearing stockings and long gloves.

The main antagonist of the series, everybody.

She’s talking the best English possible to some random-ass American when suddenly bursting through the scene is none other than:

“I WANT WORKERS COMPENSATION YOU BITCH, BEFORE I UNIONIZE YOUR NAKED ASS”

“AND I WANT A GOOD REFERNECE FOR MY FUTURE EMPLOYER, AND ALSO A SEVERANCE PACKAGE SINCE I’M FUCKING HOMELESS”

“i paint my eyelashes with mascara made from the tar of freshly carbonated corpses manufactured through noise, what on gods green earth compels you to think id give a rats ass about you?”

“so you never cared, huh! you’re just a nasty naked hedonist trying to- trying to- what the fuck are you even trying to do?!”

“i want to live the dream every spicy little fossil like me yearns for.”

“I WANNA FUCK GOD!”

“how- what? what? how do you even- what? are you- do you want to be the pope? is that it? does the pope get to fuck god? are you- is this a larping thing? you’ve really been into larping lately! i don’t like this!”

“youve never read the old testament, have you. ass out, pussy bare, hips up and barefoot. that’s how god’s always liked it.”

“now get lost, punk. you tipped off my hand to genjuro and now you being here is going to ruin everything. if you still feel any semblance of devotion, eat one of your own bullets and call it a day.”

“it’s 2012 bitch, if the mayans dont get you, I WILL”

“what god gives, He takes away, and so do i. i built you from the ground up. your relic, which was good for jack shit on you. the nehushtan, which you failed to do anything with except zap a couple hundred people. stop wars? you’re a walking war, waged by me, for me. and your cartridge has just run out of bullets.”

“uh oh! hand’s acting up again! better bail before i send you back to smacktown where all the bitter little shittalkers like you strut around spending their lives being useless as hell.”

“ah fuck, im not dealing with no manos: the hands of fate bullshit again”

“and guess what else i got on motherfucker”

“i see the union efforts have officially been busted. understandable, have a nice day ma’am”

“LEAVE.”

“I’M GOING, I’M GOING”

[rantingpaiges-blog]

Hey y’all I’m not exactly new here but this account sure is, but i only made this account specifically to rant about shit that pisses me right the fuck off. 

This blog is specifically for rants so if you don’t like rants then you don’t need to be here sweets- have a nice day :p

so anyways yeah i’m gonna start off this blog with an intro and a rant that happened not too long ago- so if you wanna keep reading go on ahead!

So its called "RantingPaiges" because well- ranting- and also pages-> paiges

ye- jokes ha ha funny

i will swear in these rants so if y’all don’t like that you may also move on yee yee- this is just how i express myself sweetly. UWU thanks-

so boom- new blog- hi, how are ya?

I wont say anyone’s names- I wont tag anyone- this is purely anon- no exposing- no witch hunt bullshit

A N O N Y M O U S

~tah dahhhhhh~

thanks for coming by! now onto the first rant-

alright so, this literally happened just a few moments ago, before making this blog. 

I have this friend, that sometimes likes to make shit up, and tell lies and try to justify their lies by adding on more bullshit to them to make themselves look “correct” when i try and tell them what they’re saying doesn’t make any fucking sense.

they brought up drawing tablets. we both like to draw, and i have a Wacom tablet named “silly” and shes just the best tiny tablet I’ve ever had and i love her. 

They brought up the tablet with “HEY DID I TELL YOU I MIGHT BE GETTING A TABLET?” cool. (also keyword here is *M I G H T* just keep that in mind ;))

 i asked right away “what brand is it?” because the brand is usually a strong saying on whether the tablet is actually a GOOD one- OR NOT!

they respond to that with “honestly i don’t know the brand”

“okay then hopefully its a good one though..” i say back.

to which they respond with, “It’s a really good tablet- i used it before, but i wear out the pen tips really fast”

okay quick question: HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU “MIGHT BE GETTING A TABLET” NOT KNOW THE BRAND NAME, BUT HAVE ALSO USED IT BEFORE YOU’VE EVEN GOTTEN IT?

OKAY DOES THAT MAKE SENSE? 

THEY D O N T HAVE THE TABLET BUT THEY HAVE USED IT BEFORE, BUT EVEN IF THEY’VE U S E D I T B E F O R E THEY DON’T KNOW THE N A M E. 

W H A T.

After fumbling around that for a solid 3 minutes like ‘what the fuck do you mean M=MC^2 8+5=10′ i just continue on with why TF their pen tips don’t last long, cause- you’re probably pressing too hard on the tablet and hurting it you dweeb.

after googling it real fast and seeing how long people say their pen tips last before they change them, I say: “if your pen tips wear out really fast you’re pressing way to hard on the tablet, sure its cool to mess around with the pressure thing with the pen, but there’s no reason to murder your pen by pushing down on the tablet hard. they’d last longer if you use light pressure"

to which they respond with: "Look I used light pressure but I draw a shit ton... Like my time I used it I fucking wore out entire tip because I just went from one project to the next "

Okay- back to the whole they’re PROBABLY GOING TO GET THE TABLET. THEY- WHAT I THOUGHT THEY SAID- D O N T H A V E I T Y E T. BUT THEY'VE BEEN USING IT-? OKAY- THEN- WHAT-THE- FUCK.

to which I ignore that fact and say, after once again searching around to make sure: "that doesn’t make any sense. if you use light pressure your pen should last longer. if they last up to like 6-15 months then its fine but if they barely last as long as 5 you’re doing something wrong."

which- maybe makes sense- right? i say 6-15 months because from what ive read around some people don’t change their for YEARS, or some people change them every 4-6 months, which could also be just preferred by the tablet user themselves- so i just ranged it around there. and depending on the use of it- which i highly doubt they use a tablet as much as they say they do because they draw on paper or their phone all the time from what i’ve seen. the PRESSURE <- they use on the pen, and/or the tablet itself is rough- okay then yeah. sure bud.

to which they respond to me with: "You do realize that my pen tips were half priced and were knock off right-? My one friend *name* told me the same thing and I gave her one of my pen tips-- to use (brand new too) and she used half of it just sketching and she was really light on her pen too"

OKAY YOU----

A) DIDN’T TELL ME THEY WERE KNOCK OFF

B) STILL HAVEN’T GOTTEN THE TABLET FROM WHAT YOU TOLD ME AT FIRST

C) SAID YOU’VE NEVER HAD A TABLET BEFORE SO WHY WOULD YOU BUY NIBS?????

THIS 👏HUMAN 👏DOES 👏NOT 👏MAKE👏 ANY 👏FUCKING👏 SENSE 👏WHAT 👏THE 👏FUCK 👏

OKAY ANYWAYS-I RESPOND WITH: "no you didn’t tell me that that explains that then. knock offs aren’t the greatest thing in the world, which is why its just better to get well known and highly rated brands. and if they’re too expensive, then holding off until you have a job would be better and save you annoyance of terrible pens. that’s what I did."

some knock offs can be good, sure, but from what they’ve said to me this alleged "knock off" isn’t good. i used to draw on my phone because i didn’t have money to spend on a tablet, so i just decided to wait until i had a job so i could save up money so I could get a computer and a tablet- which i mentioned before, is amazing and i’m so happy with her- so i could have a better experience drawing than up and getting a shitty tablet i wasn’t sure worked or didn’t know the brand. unlike this human. 🤔🤔😒

and their response was a voice recording so i’m gonna listen and copy down what they say rather than copying and pasting like i’ve been.

they say: “honest to god my tablet was a knock off, cause i had a brand picked out but the fucking name brand *blubber i don’t understand* so it was a name brand- and.... *pause* it cost 100 bucks originally and my grandparents i gave them the money and the refused to get the 100 dollar one and made me get the knock off which was 50 bucks *pause* it still works really nice. *stops to read what i just sent them* I-I CANT GET A JOB. *laughs* I’M NOT THE LEGAL AGE TO GET A JOB NOW. *laughs more*”

OKAY OKAY LISTEN. 100 DOLLARS IS FUCKING CHEAP IF YOU DON’T MIND ME SAYING. PLUS THEY HAD THE FUCKING MONEY TO GET THIS SO CALLED “NAME BRAND”-TO WHICH THEY STILL DIDN’T TELL ME THE FUCKING NAME- AND I SAID TO THEM ITS BETTER TO W A I T UNTIL YOU GET A JOB AND S A V E UP MONEY TO GET A TABLET YOU WOULD KNOW WOULD WORK BETTER THAN A KNOCK OFF WHICH YOU’VE ALREADY SAID IS SHITTY WITH THE PENS BUT IS STILL GOOD-? W H A T

ONCE AGAIN:

YOU SAID YOU M I G H T BE GETTING A TABLET, ONCE AGAIN, YET YOU BOUGHT IT- AND YOU WILL HAVE IT???? BUT YOU WONT HAVE IT BECAUSE YOU  M I G H T??? YOU HAD MONEY FOR A NAME BRAND TABLET- BUT YOU WEREN’T ALLOWED TO GET IT FOR SOME UNKNOWN REASON? SO YOU INSTEAD BOUGHT A KNOCK OFF TABLET THAT WAS HALF THE PRICE, BUT FROM WHAT I’VE BEEN TOLD BY YOU, IT WOULD’VE BEEN BETTER TO TRY CHANGE YOUR GRANDPARENTS MIND TO GET A TABLET THAT YOU’RE GOING TO BUY WITH YOUR OWN MONEY- BUT AT THE EXACT SAME TIME YOU ALREADY HAVE THE TABLET AND HAVE BEEN USING IT TO FINALLY FIGURE OUT THAT THE TIPS DON’T LAST VERY LONG- W H AT? PL EA SE H E L P M E-------

TO WHICH THEY, THEN, RESPOND WITH: “i really need to get name brand stuff just the thing is is that i’m completely broke (<- YOU JUST SAID YOU HAD MONEY) and i cant get a job” 

A) YOU HAD MONEY TO GET A SUPPOSEDLY “NAME BRAND” TABLET- YOU CLEARLY SAID IT TO ME. 

B) I DIDN’T SAY YOU ABSOLUTELY HAD TO GET A JOB AT THIS VERY SECOND AND START SAVING UP MONEY IMMEDIATELY- N0- I SAID TO WAIT TO GET A JOB (BY WAIT I MEAN WHEN YOU’RE OLDER BECAUSE YOU’VE REPEATEDLY SAID TO ME THAT YOU’RE NOT OLD ENOUGH BEFORE THIS CONVERSATION) BEFORE WASTING MONEY ON A SHIT TABLET THAT THE PENS DON’T APPARENTLY LAST VERY LONG WITH EVEN THOUGH YOU APPARENTLY USE LIGHT PRESSURE, SO YOU END UP WASTING MONEY THAT YOU SAID YOU DON’T HAVE ON NIBS TO CHANGE ALL THE TIME BECAUSE THEY DON’T LAST VERY LONG-WHICH S T I L L DOESN’T MAKE ANY SENSE-  SO WHAT THE FUCJK IS HAPPENING WHY AM I TRYING TO FIGURE THIS OUT- YOU’RE MOST LIKELY LYING AT THIS POINT REEEEEEEEEEEEE????????????

AND I STOP TALKING TO THEM RIGHT HERE CAUSE THEY’RE JUST GONNA KEEP TRYING TO JUSTIFY THAT THEIR TABLET IS STILL GOOD WHEN THE TIPS DON’T LAST- AND GO OFF WITH RANDOM UNKNOWN STORIES- AND SAY THEY HAVE THE TABLET-WHEN THEY’VE ALSO SAID THEY*KEY WORD* M I G H T BE GETTING A TABLET STILL. 

OKAY 

OKAY

IF SOME HUMAN READ THIS WHOLE THING TAHNK YOU- IF YOU CAN SOMEHOW CLEAR THIS WHOLE STUPID THING UP THEN THAT WOULD BE F A A A A N TASTIC- 

THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK.

[mattelektras]

GIRL HEY I LOVE YOU and your blog and just all your marvel thoughts and opinions and your recs tag WOW you got me into comics like THANK YOU AND YOUR SOUL and so i am so curious to know like what are your issues with mcu? like everything i want to know EVERYTHING, every little detail that's bothered you to the shitty casting to the whitewashing to the lack of development LET ME HEAR IT PLEASE

OH HOW LONG DO YOU HAVE. pretty much all of this excludes black panther and ragnarok. nothing but respect for my mcu

it took them literally 10 years and like 20 movies to have anyone that wasn't a white man lead a solo film. like. that is a LONG ASS TIME

not to mention the straight people EVERYWHERE until valkyrie who they didn't SHOW is bi. trust only tessa thompson and taika watiti. let that be the lesson here

and the women and people of colour they DID have in their movies were done incredibly dirty like rhodey (who could absolutely have held a solo movie following iron man 2. or even 1 like. they just slipped in that he’s become a superhero n didn't do anything with it like... really????????) gets shot in the fuckin spine by that piece of shit robot. sharon was set up so well and now doesn't exist. mcu nat i dont even know where to begin

mcu maximoffs/dr strange/iron fist. the whitewashing trifecta. they went for the hatrick and they nailed it. thanks i hate it 

but with the maximoffs specifically like. GOD theyre bad. wendy has gone from ‘moves things with her mind’ (not wanda’s actual powers but whatevs we’ll get to that bit) to literally being able to destroy an infinity stone. she’s everything mr whedon wants in a female character. and mcu pietro??? a weak bitch. pietro maximoff would die of spite before he sacrificed himself for clint fucking barton

so many of the movies dont line up with one another like PLEASE marvel directors watch each other’s movies. the russos basically turned up at taika watiti’s house and told him to go fuck himself 

or just... hire good directors.... the russos fooled everyone into thinking they were good with cap 2 but what the ever loving fuck was civil war and infinity war

stop with the war shit no one likes superheroes vs superheroes

this is petty and i KNOW movies dont have to follow the comics like. i know that and sometimes its a very good thing, but with marvel they wanna take parts from the comics, sometimes GOOD parts and they wanna fuck it all up and force it to fit into their shitty narrative. like. civil war for example.. had a PURPOSE in comics. it was a genuine grey area and, well written, it could've been a nuanced scenario about how different types of people might have benefited or suffered from it (re: mutants etc). in the mcu, civil war was uuuuuh wendy blew up some people and she used to be a nazi but we’re all gonna defend her because im steve rogers and i do what the fuck i like regardless of literally everything else. 

they based the mcu on the ultimates universe???? TAKE THE GOOD BITS THEN!!!! like take miles morales instead of just giving peter his life and his friends 

get better actors jesus christ. just. better as people would be a start. ms substitute asian johansson and mr Gun Rights pratt. perish

the chris x3 jokes really arent endearing either. some of em have gotta go

please hire someone with real eyes for your costume department!!!!!! say what you like about dc movies, but they all WORK together. their suits have the same tone/materials/overall look. the avengers look like a bunch of people who have never met before 

speaking of, i physically cannot buy the ‘friendship’ the avengers supposedly have. they dont talk!!!!!! there’s too many of them to actually get any solid team development!!! you want me to believe thor even knows hawkeye’s real name??? he doesn't!! and he doesn't give a shit either!!

if you're gonna do a romantic relationship......... fucking stick with it or actually end it. steve/sharon could have been SO GOOD but where has that gone. nat/hulk was hideous and thank god it died but WHERE has it gone. 

not to mention the fact that gamora has literally shown no interest towards peter but she loves him in infinity war somehow

peggy carter is really NOT THAT IMPORTANT!!!! people are still out here shittalking sharon, the LEADING CAP COMICS WOMAN, STEVE’S MAIN AND PRETTY MUCH SOLE LOVE INTEREST, because she's not peggy carter and she doesn't talk about girl power whilst wearing winged eyeliner. steve and peggy kissed once like if thats your standard for a life long relationship then im married to like 8 people i knew when i was 15

the general need marvel has to own all of their properties. homecoming was a good movie, but did we need it??? like really???? people have seen so many spider man movies but no one had seen a black panther or captain marvel movie and they both got shoved back to accommodate the 3rd peter parker ive seen in my lifetime

SPEAKING OF REPETITION.... snarky movies led by white men alongside a woman who is clearly more capable than they are but dont get any recognition for it are the same. the exact fucking same 

CAN POST CREDITS SCENES PLEASE DIE im not sitting around for 20 minutes waiting for something cool like a hint of a new hero only to see steve fucking rogers doing his ironing or some shit. if its not worth it, dont do it maybe 

the colour grading is ugly as sin. if it’s got some over saturated primary colours in it... its a marvel movie 

marvel movies are just.... straight up not funny at this point lmao like im not a 13 year old boy i dont find dick and whore jokes funny try again

‘it’ll kill you’ ‘only if i die’ ‘yes thats what killing you means’ is supposed to be funny and i get that but uuuuuh its just bad dialogue and there are so many lines like that. write a good fucking movie and then MAYBE you won't have to fill scenes with empty conversations to take up the time

fuck the mcu guardians of the galaxy, to put it finely. mcu peter is a dick and his altered back story makes him even more of a dick. drax isn't a dumbass, gamora would rather die than touch peter. mantis is a literal celestial goddess, not some old white dude’s sleep time therapist 

mostly what it comes down to with me though is that marvel literally does not have to make good movies. they can make any old shit and make literally millions of dollars. barely anyone gave a fuck about ant man or doctor strange, and if you didn't read comics, you likely wouldn't have even KNOWN who they were but everyone went to see them because they had marvel on the posters. and thats pretty much marvel’s entire deal. ALL they do is get credit for things they havent done 

oh and fuck vision too 

[a-thehandcrusher]

{ HEY, @whataherodoes​ ! ! ! }

Congratulations on getting through all of your homework, here’s a treat for your efforts. Presumably you’re still asleep or just waking up, so I hope this is a pleasant surprise for you. I know the past few months have been especially rough for you, so I pulled some friends together and we put this together for you. You’ll either hate me for it or love me for it, but god damn it regardless of the outcome I’m gonna do it anyway! It took a little bit longer than I intended (so some of these messages might be a little confusing -- it’s definitely my fault), but either way, the idea was for you to know just how important you are to people, and how much we love and adore you so without further ado, here’s a flood of messages for you.

(Thank you Marina ( @shocklocks ) for contributing to this post with your lovely and adorable art!)

From Maddy - @creatied​ / @islelight​

hey shir i know we haven’t been talking a lot lately but i still care about you a lot and consider you very near and dear to my heart. you’re a wonderful person shir & i hope whatever you’re going through eases up soon. i’ll be sure to keep you in my thoughts and prayers in the mean time but feel free to drop in if you ever need to talk okay. i love you! ♥

From Jay - @implosiveexplosive​

SHIR, you've filled my dash with prime time Bakugo content. You're such a sweetheart and talking to you OOC makes my day. I HOPE THINGS GET BETTER SOON !! LET ME KNOW IF THERE'S ANYTHING I CAN DO TO HELP !!

From Zana - @heromight​

Hi Shir!!! It’s ya girl Zana! I’m so happy Deen’s helping coordinate this whole thing for you because you deserve to be showered with all the praise and compliments 100 percent!!! Not only are you an amazing Bakugou, you’re such a fun person to talk to and I know one day you’ll be a kickass animator too. I’m really glad we’re friends and ILU!!! “How To Safe A Life” will always be our song btw FYI kiss kiss gobbles up your booty  ^_^

From Ruby - @herohalf​

hey shir, we haven't known each other for long.. . or maybe we have, my concept of time is bad but i consider you a really good friend !! like don't get me wrong you're a stubborn bitch, but i am too and at least you're my stubborn ass bitch. but no, more seriously i really know i can debate things with you and talk with you and it'll still be okay in the end. i really appreciate those types of friendships you know? where things can be open to argument or disagreement but we can still talk about it and just, speaking with you in general is really fun!! you might be irl bakuku but i love you anyway and think you're really cool. i'm really happy that we finally talked and became closer.

From Lyn - @supcrmight

Shir!! I'm popping in here to tell you just? how amazing? you are? You are so heckin kind and wonderful, and so much fun to talk to not only when we're plotting out things, but just talking to you in general. You're so sweet and you care about those around you so much, I would very honestly throw hands for you. I'm really glad that we started talking? Like SUPER happy. Because you are just one of the coolest people I've met on tumblr. Not only that? But you are so hecking talented? I know I say this a lot, but I love your Bakugou so much, and your Tony. I love your portrayals of those two more than life itself, gosh. You're just amazing!! And wonderful!! And I am always, always here for you if you ever need to talk!

From Turtle - @katsukashinu​

ok ill be real i wasnt sure when shir started talking to me because she was such a good writer and i really liked her baku but usually that shit doesnt go well in fandoms but apparently we were actually linked by the soul because she literally became one of the first people on this shit-stain of a pathetic excuse for a site that i really looked forward to talking to, like real legitimate gayness here thats my husband and even though i mostly just laugh at her and call her cute when she's pissed i really would have never stuck with my blog for as long as i have if it werent for her, i really do owe shir for getting me through some pretty rough spots too and she needs to shut the fuck up and be happy ok

From Sam - @smashkick​​

so i've known you for a year and a half and from the get go you've been one of the few people i didn't have to gather up the courage to talk to or get past any awkward initial stages. i've seen you during the good and the bad and we've had a couple of ups and downs and falling outs but we're close enough to get past the bullshit and keep talking and i can't tell you how important it is to me that you've continued to be in my life. i know you're an amazing person inside and out even if you are stubborn and a bit of an asshole sometimes, something that we all can be, but you're also extremely supportive and considerate of people even though you're also really blunt about your opinions as well. your passion for animation is inspiring and i'm rooting for your future career as an animator and i'm always wishing you nothing but the best and i tell you this a lot but i will always always have your back. knowing you has improved my life and i've changed a lot and for the better since ive known you so yeah thank you and again ilu ok

From Deen - @thehandcrusher​

Alright listen up you bitch, I tried very hard to type something nice that played well with everyone else’s messages, but my brain isn’t having it so here we go, a blunt message from me to you.

I know we have our moments and sometimes we both drive each other up a wall -- it seems like it’s happened more so lately than it has in the past, but the thing I like about you is the fact that we can do that and still be friends somehow. I take it for granted sometimes and I go a little too far, but know that my intentions are never to hurt your feelings. I admire you. A lot, even. Your talent, your strength, your loyalty, and your tenacity -- all things I admire so much. I wish I could be as brave as you are. I care about you even when I’m pissed at you, and I always, always worry about you.

It sucks when someone who’s oceans away in a timezone hours ahead is one of your best friends because when I want nothing more than to hug you tight all I can do is type a really stupid heartfelt sentence that doesn’t actually DO anything for you because words don’t mean shit if you can’t back them up with actions.

If these past couple of weeks were any indication I absolutely hate missing you and hate not being able to talk to you as frequently as we used to. I’m sorry I dragged you into this hell, but I sure am glad you’re here with me.

I love and adore you. So much.

[louisdupont]

Come Here Often? (I Do, Actually) - Part IV

This chapter is not as happy as the rest, which is why it’s shorter. I literally kicked and dragged my heels on this one, and I freely admit I am not great at angst. 

Things to Know: Alex is a copy/speechwriter at a generic firm in NYC.

Part  I -  II  -  III

Putting the last few touches on the apartment–which is now tidier probably than it has been in months–Alex pours two glasses of the actually-posh wine he’d splurged on earlier after he’d gotten phone call he’d been wanting. It’s Wednesday night, and he hasn’t seen Eliza in some 50-odd hours (since Tuesday morning)–bad enough under normal circumstances, but it’s even worse given the great news he’s got to share with her. John had to take his phone all evening to stop him texting her in paragraphs when they’d gone out for drinks (which Alex secretly agreed was stupid and might dilute the celebratory making out), and he’d only just gotten it back after he’d kicked all his roommates out.

 He’s practically vibrating with excitement when the door swings open to reveal Eliza a few minutes later, sweeping her up into his arms for an apologetically firm kiss as a greeting.

 “Well, hello,” she says breathlessly, arms still wrapped around his neck after they pull away, faces still close.

 “Good show?” he manages to ask, still holding her feet a few inches off the ground so that their faces are level and bodies are still pressed tightly together. They’re practically the same height, so all of this is unnecessary–except for the touching, obviously.

 “I tripped running away from Nino, so my knee kills right now, but yes, mostly,” she grins, letting him walk her backwards toward the couch now that he’s let her feet back to the ground. With one last affectionate stroke of his cheek, she lets herself sink down into the cushions while he pads off to the kitchen.

 “As long as you did get away,” Alex smirks with a twinge of mostly-in-jest jealousy. Acting is acting, sure, but the guy who plays Nino has a pretty okay face, great voice, and is basically paid to kiss Alex’s girlfriend every night–for that, he can only manage like 79% chill with the guy.

 With two wine glasses and now an ice pack in hand, Alex returns to her and they arrange themselves carefully so that he’s sitting with his arm along the back of the couch with her tucked under and facing him. He steals one more kiss and that’s it, all his chill is gone, and he grins excitedly.

 “So listen, I have some news.”

 She looks mildly surprised from the rim of her glass. “Is this why I didn’t hear from you for four hours? People were taking bets on what happened to you. My money was on you falling into a manhole.”

 He’d always thought she liked that he was incapable of anything less than a paragraph text, but that was a conversation for another time.

 “Chris Pike’s people called me.”

The same Christopher Pike that was the Democratic candidate running for New York’s governorship, who Alex had been writing for sparingly at first, but more regularly as of late. Normally, his assignments had a little more parity, but apparently the Pike campaign had taken a liking to how Alex spun his word webs.

 “You know how they’ve been using my speeches?” Eliza nods, sitting up a little straighter. “They want me to come on staff officially, join them on the campaign–they’re offering deputy speechwriter. Their primary guy apparently shat the bed and they need someone quick to go on the road and start putting together talking points so they don’t lose momentum. I leave for Albany on Friday.”

Eliza’s face hasn’t changed really as he lays his bombshell on her, but she’s probably just processing how huge of a break this is for him. Chris Pike is a well-respected Democrat within the party and the state–he’d served in Congress and the man had a ton of connections. Being asked to join a gubernatorial campaign as an official speechwriter was an even bigger break than Alex had been waiting for, and it was his first real chance to make his mark on something important. Being able to share it with Eliza was so great–as someone who looked well on her way to a possible Tony nomination (he’d been reading theater blogs, yes), she would appreciate that his career was taking off to match hers.

 It’s weird that her face doesn’t reflect that joy he’s sure she feels.

 “The election’s in November,” she says a little flatly, wheels in her head still turning. “It’s not even August.”

 Alex’s lips purse and he half shrugs in a non-verbal ‘I don’t get it, please continue so that I may better understand why you’re not congratulating me’ way. And she obliges.

 “No, I mean, it’s great, obviously, but,” Eliza rubs her forehead, which is still creased in thought. “I know it’s a good job, but that’s four months that, what? You’ll be gone….?”

 Alex nods, still not grasping her muted reaction. “Yeah, he wants me to go with him to the DNC first”–” which Alex plans to network the SHIT out of–“before we restart local campaign efforts.” He scoots closer, scooping her hands into his as he tries to further explain. “Babe, I’m not writing random shit anymore. No more fundraiser keynotes, no more dumbass corporate press releases. You know Pike! His politics are great–the man wants to affect real change, and I will be there. Helping him communicate, helping him build.”

 She finally smiles, but it’s lopsided and still not fully bright as she squeezes his hands. “Of course I’m happy for you, and you’re right–Pike is a great candidate to serve, just like you wanted. I just–” one shoulder comes up in a half-shrug. “I thought you’d talk to me before just taking it. Two days isn’t–”

 “Of course I’d take the job,” Alex cuts her off, confused. “Why wouldn’t I take this ridiculously amazing opportunity?”

 Eliza blinks. “I didn’t say you wouldn’t, I said–”

 “Why aren’t you happy about this? I thought you’d be happy about this.”

 Again, he interrupts, and this time she withdraws  her hands from him. The bite in his tone wasn’t a mistake the first time, it seems.

“All I said was that I thought we might’ve talked about something like this, since it’s kind of a big deal–”

“It’s a huge deal, Eliza!” Alex stands and starts pacing, but he’s only half-aware–his brain is already off and racing, zooming back towards those pits of insecurity, of worthlessness. “I graduated top of my class after working my ASS off, I deserve this. Pike takes me to the Democratic convention, I could get on with a senator, or another congressman. If I do well, maybe Pike keeps me on. This is it, ‘Liza, my life can finally start now.”

He doesn’t have to be nothing any longer, not with a platform this big.

“Your life can finally start now,” Eliza parrots, albeit slower, like she’s not quite sure but he really did say that. Her careful tone is abandoned, and she looks up at him, her lips forming a thin line. “No, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were so unhappy. So stuck.”

 Oh.

“‘Liza, that’s not–I meant, my career. Obviously. There’s so much we need to do as a party, as a country, and now I’m getting my foot in the door. How do you not understand that this is a good thing?”

“No, I get it.” She’s firing back more quickly now, and if Alex could see beyond his blinders, he might heed the warning. “I just thought that you already had a good thing, but apparently it’s fuck that, you’re ready to abandon it without even considering speaking to me.”

Now Alex is confused, and Eliza’s angrier than he’s ever known.

“Did it ever occur to you that good for you might not be the exact same thing as good for us?” She waits a beat, and Alex can only gape, speechless for the first time, maybe ever. His girlfriend isn’t done making her point. 

“Of course I want you to have all the things you’ve worked so hard for–Alex, you’re brilliant, and locking you up in a room pumping out one-offs for every corporate stooge that’s too lazy to even try is a ridiculous waste. You deserve a chance, and I know you’re going to spin gold for this guy. I am so proud of you.” 

The corner of her mouth almost quirks up in a smile at that before she remembers and pushes out a huff of a breath. “But now, what? You’ll gone for months, no discussion at all? Do you understand how selfish that is?”

Her tone has mellowed into something a little pleading, a little wheedling, but they haven’t been dating long enough for her know how to back him down entirely.

“I can’t believe you’re asking me to turn down the best opportunity I’ve ever had,” Alex says stonily, and she blanches.

“This isn’t–oh my god. I never said that. This is about your attitude, and how I feel about the fact that the last two months don’t even warrant two seconds of your brain power in light of this. That you wouldn’t even stop to think about how we would work this out now that you’ll be moving all over New York and I’ll be here. It. Didn’t Even. Register.”

 Finally, she softens, if only a bit.

 “I just wish you would’ve talked to me first. That’s all.”

 In the back of his mind, Alex knows there’s something else he could say. He can see the light at the end of that tunnel, the path he should take because in a universe where maybe he hadn’t had to fight for every goddamn thing he could grasp, hadn’t had to shout constantly to even be heard, hadn’t had to be happy with scraps until NOW–maybe then, in that universe, he would say the right thing.

 But it’s not that universe.

 “Don’t act like I don’t fucking care. You know I do. The only difference between then and now is, now, your boyfriend isn’t going to be some grunt pushing paper in a back room anymore. I can actually make something of myself, someone you can be proud of–this is my shot.”

Something glimmers behind Eliza’s eyes, an emotion he can’t quite place. Somewhere between resignation and outright sadness, he guesses.

“I know. So why didn’t you just wait to talk to me about this? What are we going to do?”

[sodrippy]

than q to @thomasflint​ for tagging me in this i love these things so much tbh!

1. Three things you always carry with you when you leave the house? pwk right, except i will often just take my licence/debit card only and phone n keys lmao  2. Living alone or living with someone? i live w my parents mate whos got the $$$ to live alone  3. If there was one show/book/movie you’d happily watch for the rest of your life what would it be? god so many, i feel like with any show i watch i could watch forever, probably something like brooklyn nine nine, or tbh even though i havent seen it, something like black sails, bc i reckon the possibilities there are really open, like pirate arcs are hectic but also just softe arcs where those two main dudes live on a farm now and raise chickens or something is also hectic. bookwise, i could read books on books of the six of crows series, the characters and writing are phenomenal! that or maybe asoiaf bc that world is HUGE and id never tire of learning more about it 4. What are your thoughts about Pluto? Is it a planet? you come into my house,, and insult me like this?? of course pluto is a planet what a question 5. If you could visit one person right now, who would it be? not to be a jackass but i dont have anyone anywhere to visit, i kind of just want to hang out with those high school dudes i was playing risk with last week they r super fun. or i’d visit my aunt and cousin in canada and meet my nephew bc hes adorable  6. Are you always early/on time/late? if you answer ‘late’, WHY????? im almost always early bc i have Big Anxiety about being late, but the few times i am late, its bc i have an adhd related time blackout and just...dont notice time passing until its 10 mins after i was supposed to leave lmao 7. Your first ever tumblr friend and do you still talk to them? i..cant remember who my first tumblr friend was, but the person i remember knowing the longest is @bisexualharry whom ive known for (holy shit) 4 years or so?? and yes we still keep in touch! 8. Puns; yay or nay? dude i kid you not i live for puns i think in puns my instagram captions are 99% puns. i would die for puns 9. “This person changed my life” - who was the first person who came to mind? first person i thought of was @yiiiiiiikes bc first off shes an incredible person so jot that down, but besides her beautiful soul (no jesse mccartney reference intended) shes the one who told me about the creative arts college i went to, and encouraged me to follow that, and without her id never have ended up here right now, with a cool job and a reason to wake up every morning lmao 10. Best memory from school? probably cheating to say ‘80% of my senior years’ so ill say my ancient history class, it was literally 7 people, and me and my two mates had THE most fun every single lesson 11. Do you ever wish to delete yourself off social media? (facebook, tumblr, instagram, twitter etc) not so much fb or insta, but i think about deleting this godforsaken blog all the time, but i need it to fill the void + it was there for me to yell at and rant at when i was having a shitty time, and i have great mutuals whom i love but never speak to

[xottzot]

2018-03(FEB)-Tuesday-6th--to Fliss--Ive been wrongly blamed for Felicity Ann Carthew's mental breakdown caused by others.

2018-03(FEB)-Tuesday-6th--to Fliss--Ive been wrongly blamed for Felicity Ann Carthew's mental breakdown caused by others.

I want to make this absolutely clear to the entire damned world, I got viciously blamed for Fliss's mental breakdown caused by others and BP, and then later her other workplace fuckwit employees and employers shit, and thereafter by any number of shitheads who have utterly refused to believe anything I said.

Many years ago,when dear Fliss had her FIRST breakdown, she fled over east to the other side of Australia to N.S.W. and therafter to Queendland to be with dear Cath, and STILL Fliss did not tell anyone anything, least of all ANY truth.

I was in contact with Cath from Queensland right from the onset of Fliss's plunge into mental madness & delusions. Cath a close personal friend of Fliss's, and who I counted as a friend of mine as well. - Cath was deeply SHOCKED to learn what I told her (she told me that herself) because she had NEVER known ANYTHING what I told her about dear Fliss andher great medical & mental maladies. Fliss had kept it all secret from her, despite dear Fliss considering dear Cath as her 'closest friend'.

One time, during the early of the over 10 years dear Fliss was with me here in Western Australia and living happily, I accompanied her to a mandatory meeting she had to attend with some sort of personal assistance woman allocated to dear Fliss by a government department. - The meeting took place in Midland. Just around the corner from the chemist and Midland IGA food store there. -- The physical location of that government place we went to is STILL there, but that VERY place is now a furniture store. Beforehand it was an Australian Social Security office. (criminal aboriginals very often hang all around thereabouts and there's a tattoo shop near there too).

Where we went was inside, turn right, up a short few little steps, and into TINY compartments which were 'offices' literally single desk cubicles manned by 1 person in each like battery hens in cages.

It was SO SMALL that the woman who was interviewing Fliss and handling her case for employment & social security and mental & physical evaluation & everything, sat in her own swivel chair, Fliss sat in another swivel chair just behind and to one side of her, and because it was all so small in space, I stood up and held onto the back of Fliss's chair for support in the extremely cramped confines.

I went for Fliss's support many times, and she was VERY appreciative of it all because the department was trying to railroad her into utter hell. They couldn't quite slot her into what they had been instructed by higher-up department offocials for her to do.

On one such occasion, when Fliss had become utterly flustered, confused, and had almost revereted back to her terrible habit of her speech stammering because of all the stress, I truthfully spoke up for Fliss in no uncertain terms and for a great deal of time and without fear. Fliss had been terrified during the interview beforehand but was trying to hide it. I stood up for Fliss and was acting as an 'advocate'....not just because I greatly love dear Fliss, but also because I always hate anyone being badly treated and railroaded much less than the dear gentle woman I love.

When I was done, and Fliss had again regained her composure and sensibilities, she no longer stammered and was back to her public self of over-self-assuredness (something else I was always working on with her in private NOT to do because it made her seem too brash and prone to wild decisions and which did not endear her to many people).

When dear Fliss was done, the Social Security officer (a woman) proudly stated, "Together, you two are strong. (and deeply support each other)." - (meaning that not only did we complimented each other in life and strengthed each others lives) but we made dear Fliss and myself far better than otherwise if were not a loving couple together.

I can't reacall now what the important matter was that that day for dear Fliss, but I recall that it resulted in a favourable outcome for dear Fliss and went a long way to bolstering up Fliss's mentals state so she could obtain a new job and a better life for herself and us both. (she had previoulsy been threatened by the department so very badly you cannot believe!)

After that, dear Fliss prospered in her life, our lives, her mental state and her physical state, and that lead to a lot of other good things occuring that lasted years.

Since dear Fliss has been ripepd away for me in late 2015 because she had yet ANOTHER terrible mental breakdown, of which I was terrible and falsley blamed for making happen FFS, dear Fliss has been wantonly allowed by others to fester in her own mental malaise as well as her physical malaise in Tamworth, New South Wales, Australia. - And dear Fliss has become so VERY much worse. - Dear Cath in Queensland surely experienced and saw that for herself when Fliss stayed with her for a short while last last year.

And what REALLY is hell is that I'm sure there is now fuckwits over wherever Fliss is, they see the current state of Fliss, and shittyly blame ME for how bad she is! -- When in fact when dear Fliss was with me, it was ME who who love her so much and made sure to always be keeping a loving eye on everything she did especially with regards to her taking of twice daily medications that moderated her mental states and VERY important critical states because otherwise she runs the the risk of death of ending in a vegetative state on a daily basis.

Whenever I have mentiend that to anyone, they say I lie. They say I lie about EVERYTHING the fuckers. Almost EVERYONE does NOT know that dear Fliss is deeply ashamed and deeply terrified ALL THE TIME and will say anything to please people and to make them believe that she always in in TOTAL unwavering control, of herself, of her medical & mental conditions, of her finances, of everything. When in fact it's all an act. As she admitted to me in private so MANY times, "I only tell people what they want to hear.", and, "They're not interested in hearing what's wrong with me.", and, "So what? They can't do anythig to help so why bother?"......that last quote from dear Fliss was when we had vocal arguments about her not telling people the truth, soemthing that I was ALWAYS on about her to do.

So when dear Cath may have had dear Fliss stay with her for a personal break/holiday at the end of 2017, Cath would have seen how bad Fliss has reverted to and become, all whilst heaped under a huge mantle of false bravado, false asuredness, brashness, loudness in everything, over-the-top behaviours and reactions, telling of outright lies as if they're truths, extreme bouts of deep depressions and sullenness masking her inner terrors, her pleadings to be happy, her sudden wishes to do mindless things to distract herself from any and everything, especially if anyone is asking her personal questions about herself. - That is a comon tactic used by dear Fliss and yet another one she admitted to doing and which I was alwasy trying for her to stop doing because it was so detrimental.

And if dear Cath....or anyone...sees Fliss and perhaps sees how bad Fliss is, they will falsley assume it's MY fault dear Fliss is in such a terrible mental andor physical state when that is not and has NEVER been the case at all that it is my fault and in fact is the complete reverse.

Dear Fliss WILL ABSOLUTELY LIE as as self defense mechanism or to get things she wants or to sway peoples ideas or interpretations or perceptions especially of herself.

I love you dear Fliss and want to be with you just as you promised me in late 2015 after you had a VERY terrible mental episode here and fled. You shortly aferwards reconciled with me and we arranged to begin a new life away from this hellhole area and state of Western Australia that it has become, and which contributed to your medical and bad mental states.

That Social Security woman said, "Together, you two are strong. (and deeply support each other).", and being without you dear Fliss is worse than hell. - I have been saying this for YEARS all through this blog.

And I've also said that when in my last moments when I'm dying, I would be thinking of YOU dear Fliss. - Well that is still the case, and is the case each and every moment of every day and night.

My last thoughts alive will be not of fixing your cars bad electricals & lights of your old car in Quensland that had us driving from the bus depot to your flat in total darkness in fright, no, not of that dear Fliss, but that also is a cherished memory of a life event....no, my last thoughts will be of being in that Social Security tiny cubicle in Midland with you Fliss and of selflessly defending YOU when you needed it because you were so scared and unable to defend yourself no matter how much your untruths and double-talk and misdirections that you constantly used had totally failed you, even your honest truth had failed you by then. -- But I did NOT fail you dear Fliss. I have NEVER failed you. - But your terrible afflictions both physical & mental have created within you a narrative of utter lies and deceit unto yourself and myself and yourself.

All througout my blog you will read how I have been suffering without being with you dear Fliss.

But because you have been utterly silent, and not once communicated with me, and have abandoned me to the wolves, and have told everyone else we knew to keep me utterly ostracised, I have been utterly destroyed.

After I am dead, YOU dear Fliss will get worse. And no longer will you sit back and look on the internet at anything I write and laugh and point out to your 'friends' how your lies killed me, and killed dear Sam & dear Max, for afterwards you WILL get worse and worse and NOBODY will believe you anymore and finally you WILL BE TOTALLY ALONE. - Alone with your worst fears and terrors, and your fake friends, and your utterly fake internet friends, and you will scuttle off to see dear Cath in Queensland and your will both try to convince yourselves of your lies that they're true...when you KNOW they are not and have never been.

I was always honest. I was alwasy true & I never ever abandoned you despite so many telling me that I should abandon you because you were so worthless a person.

THAT terrible event of you having another breakdown & leaving and everything that later happened in late 2015, it's as if it was last night to me always. And is with me every moment of every day & night.

I trust absolutely nobody. They're all fucking liars and out for what they can get and worse.

I used to be trusting and kind and a generous person and helped anyone without any expectations of reward and nor did I accept any. -- THOSE were the single most worst mistakes in my life. - Put that on my grave marker if ever there is such a thing for me. - Fuck the world.

But it'll be too late. I'll be dead. - And no fucker will care in any case.

Will dear Cath bother to read or heed this? - She is plunging downwards too. She too has her self-defence pretend things.

Will YOU dear Fliss bother to read or heed this? - YOU are plunging downwards far faster than Cath ever has done. Cath was the person you looked up to and always wanted to be and always emulated in one form or another. But whenever you failed to make that happen, whether in your brave writing attempts of any fiction, your attempts at home cooking, your own eating habits, your attempts to have a family, your attempts to be prosperous and noteworthy that your mother always desperately wanted of you,.....all those you failed at, or never succeded, or you abandoned, or you just let fizzle away, or you cast away and then laid blame somewhere else.....

All those things and more I was helping you with, and how you coped with them, getting them and not getting them and to understand them all, and much more than ANYONE will ever know.

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I love you dear Fliss and want to be with you. You promised us both.

P.s. - My internet speed is back to utter shit, so very fucking slow shit speed. - Old dialup modems of 20 years ago were FAR FASTER than the internet for me now is.