#they were calling each other retarded and i think he was trying to say that i was.. making excuses for my 'bad behavior' using my autism

[garyfischy]

god people online are freaks

[daughter-of-sapph0]

I said it before in a previous rant, but I feel like this story needs repeating for no particular reason whatsoever.

my middle school was very small. there was only one class of 18 kids in the entire 6th grade. we had to deal with each other every single day. I only started this school in 6th grade, but some of these kids have known each other since pre-k. so when I joined, I was a stranger, an outcast, someone different. and having undiagnosed autism did not help at all.

one of my classmates was named Jacob. he was the only kid shorter than me. but he was an aggressive bully. every day, he'd grab me, slap me, pull my hair. he'd torment me physically, call me names, the whole shebang. typical bully stuff. there was never a reason for this, other than I was a new kid. I was a faggot. I was a downey. I was a retard. I was a sissy. I was a pussy. I was "the other". I think Jacob somehow knew I was trans and queer about five years before I did, and treated me as you'd expect.

every single day, I'd complain to my teachers and the principal. "Jacob is bullying me. he's hitting me, calling me names, harassing me, even after I tell him to leave me alone". and the responses I got did not help.

"just leave. walk away" gee, thanks. I'd love to. unfortunately I'm stuck in a classroom with him all day. unless you're gonna let me go home early, your advice is worthless.

"stop being a tattletale" and just let him continue to bully me? wow, thanks for being a supportive adult figure in my life...

and I'll never forget what my hardcore conservative catholic principal said to me. "if you don't want him to call you a faggot, then stop being a faggot".

in all of these situations of begging for help, not once did Jacob ever face consequences for his actions. even when I showed them the bruises and horrible notes he gave me. even when the harassment happened right in front of the teachers. the most he would ever receive is "hey, both of you, stop fighting!" even though it was always one sided and I never fought back.

until one day on the bus. he was in the seat behind me, poking my head, slapping me, trying to get my attention. I was already pissed that day, and Jacob was only making things worse. I told him to stop. repeatedly. to just leave me alone. but he didn't.

without thinking about it, I tried to swat away his hands. but I ended up brushing my hand against his face. he interpreted this as a slap. he immediately got off the bus at his stop and ran home crying.

that afternoon, my mom got a phone call saying that I was at risk of being expelled. apparently, Jacob had told his parents that I had beat him up, and his parents called the school.

in the end, because of my accidental unintentional "slap" that I had only done because I was angry and wanted to be left alone and stop being bullied, I was suspended for a week, forced to write a handwritten apology note to Jacob, and fell behind in my classes.

Jacob was never punished. he never faced consequences for his actions. he was always seen as the victim by adults. I was the aggressor since I was mad and complained about being bullied.

soon after this, I attempted suicide. I backed out, thankfully. but I can't stop thinking about how my life almost ended because no one cared about the harassment I faced.

being harassed, and having no one do anything about it, which causes you to get angry until you act a tiny bit irrational and upset, and suddenly you're punished much harder than your attackers ever were and ever will be.

I'm saying this for no reason at all. it totally doesn't apply to any real life situations happening right now on tumblr.

[luvtonique]

I wanted to address all of the controversies about me and put some explanations on them because unfortunately we live in a day and age where people just see the dirt without ever wondering how the dirt got there. They think "Man that guy never washes his car look how filthy it is" because I just fuckin went offroading 10 minutes ago but they didn't know that.

Aight let's start with numero uno, the thing I'm called the most, the big word for good ol Jay: Transphobe!

This is the one with the most hilarious backstory of them all which to this day baffles my goddamn mind.

I used to be a hated artist because I drew violent shit, I was known for Lil Miss Rarity which is a super violent comic. Naturally this lead to people saying that I was "killing children" because I was drawing violent (and sometimes pornographic) images of a children's cartoon show (My Little Pony).

So in my quick rise to stardom, I had a lot of hateful people attacking me as well, and I had fun with it. I called them out, called them stupid, etc.

Well, one of them was Dumbo. Dumbo spent 6 full months making posts about me that are still on their blog to this day. Every single time I made a post, they reblogged it or reposted it, to call me a shithead, call me an ass hole, wish I'd kill myself, etc.

One day I was doing a fundraiser to put away money for a potential emergency because my mom had hurt her spine really bad and was in the hospital. I had a goal of $300 and raised $1200.

Dumbo, of course, was saying hateful shit about me still, and said, I quote, "I hope that whore dies in the hospital lmao"

So, I looked into who Dumbo was. The Brony fandom was, at the time, all about Love and Tolerance, so I did some sleuthing and found out they were an artist on DeviantART taking full color commissions for $10. I commissioned them on my DA account, and asked them to draw Lil Miss Rarity. They and I had a very polite conversation, and since they drew the picture very quickly I tipped them 100% and told them to up their prices because their art is very good.

They thanked me, not knowing it was me (despite that it was literally my main account), and I walked away.

Then, they checked my gallery, found out it was me, and went into a rage, making a post that says, "LMFAO, Jay just begged for money and then turned around and used it to commission an artist for double their asking price, what a shithead!!"

So, I took the screencaps of all of their death threats over 6 months, compiled them all, and showed my massive Tumblr following in a huge callout post against them. In the middle, I referred to Dumbo as "he/she/it/clown" and everyone (AND I FUCKING MEAN EVERYONE) completely ignored the 6 months of death threats and how consistently polite I was to them, and sided with Dumbo in a moment that labeled me "Transphobic" for the rest of my life.

Another instance is I called Kris from Deltarune he/she, and was called transphobic for that, and got the amazing quote "That's a real-ass child and you're misgendering them deliberately," to which I replied, "That's not a real-ass child that's a fictional character you fucking retard"

NEXT UP: ABLEIST.

I grew up in Los Angeles in special ed classes and have a mentally retarded brother, I have the pass to say retard, fuck off.

NEXT UP: RACIST.

I grew up in Los Angeles with a father who called himself "N*gger Bob" (he's white) because he was a super racist who believed being asked to help take the trash out was "akin to slavery." He also beat my retarded brother half to death for having a black girlfriend.

I was in LA during the Rodney King riots, I was in LA right in the middle of the Crips and Bloods trying to kill each other and having fuckloads of gang shootouts that I overheard when I was chilling in the Ceritos (spelling) mall.

I know what racism looks like.

A white boy saying the n-word while playing Fortnite is not what racism looks like.

A white boy singing along with Busta Rhymes (hi that's me) on a livestream and casually dropping n-bombs because I'M SINGING ALONG WITH BUSTA, BITCH, is not what racism looks like. I had three black friends growing up, Davion, Julian and Smalls, and also Undrier but Undrier was retarded and I didn't consider him a friend he just followed me around and called me "Day" because he couldn't pronounce J's. But me, Smalls and Davion would stand on Davion's aunt's porch and eat zucchini cornbread and listen to Woo Haw and headbang and sing along til the fucking cows came home.

But now that I'm grown up, my upbringing apparently doesn't matter, my FUCKING SKIN COLOR DOES (you know, racist ideology!) and I'm no longer allowed to say the n-word despite having casually spent my entire childhood surrounded by black friends who were completely okay with me saying it. I grew up in the hood, motherfucker! Bellflower born n' raised, bitch! Wes' Side!

But I'm <skin color> and since <skin color> isn't allowed to <thing that's designated for only other skin color to do>, I'm racist.

NEXT UP: PEDOPHIIIIIILE

I was molested when I was 13, which thankfully didn't leave too much emotional scarring on me. Anthony Sevarino, the dude's name was, and he shoved my hand in his pants and showed me his dick during a camping trip and said he was gonna fuck me in my bed. I was so shocked by this happening that I didn't even tell my parents who were in the same motorhome literally asleep 10 feet from me.

Growing up, I always had a really emotional trigger to seeing harm come to children, I hate it. I cry and shake uncontrollably when I see children getting hurt, no matter what. It's the only thing I have I'd call a "trigger."

I saw that episode of Rugrats where Tommy cuts his finger and then he's scared to do anything anymore because he might get hurt, and that made me fucking bawl, it still does, seeing Tommy cry super fucking hard over seeing his finger bleed- holy shit it's making me teary eyed right now just typing that.

So, naturally, I don't want children to get hurt and am extremely against pedophilia, child predatory behavior, MAPs, grooming and these FUCKING PEOPLE WHO KEEP CASUALLY TALKING TO 13 YEAR OLDS ON DISCORD FOR FUCK SAKE.

"But Jay! You drew foalcon! Those fictional ponies are underaged!"

What, you mean that tag that's still extremely popular and always has been in the brony fandom?

Yeah can't imagine why I, a very popular artist in the brony fandom from 12 years ago to 10 years ago, would ever draw something so insanely high demand and so insanely popular. Can't fucking imagine.

Never mind that I haven't drawn it in 3 years, removed all my old images of it, and even announced I'm not drawing that shit anymore, I'm still losing friends when they find out I did once, because "I can't associate with a pedophile I'm sorry." (See: "I can't differentiate fiction from reality and also can't allow a person to move on from a troubled past that they had.")

Also never mind that the few crowdpleaser foalcon moments in Lil Miss Rarity were officially written out entirely (the part where Twist and Sweetie Belle kissed).

But you know what's amazing? Being part of the brony fandom and being an artist willing to draw anything meant that people would come to me and literally confess that they're in possession of the "real shit" and wanted to know if I was interested. Seven of them, seven, are in prison now because of me and my buddy "Z" contacting the FBI with their confessions and the shit they shared with me thinking that I was a "safe person" to admit that shit to.

My position in the fandom as an artist who gets to know their commissioners personally and was willing to draw that type of shit was literally fishing out real actual predators and putting them in prison, but I was still getting called a pedophile, and still get called it today. It's fuckin great man.

NEXT UP: TRANSPHOBE (PART 2)

I was trans. Shaved my hair half off, dyed it blue, called myself Jynkx, cussed out my family, moved to Ohio with a guy who wore diapers around the house (with his brother living there) and collected loli figurines, and dated a transgirl who was catfishing and manipulating me for 9 fucking years. I have a Discord server to this day with pronoun selection roles, my best friend is trans (I met her when she was cis and helped her come to the decision to transition and it has since improved her life and happiness), and almost every mod in my Discord server is trans.

The problem, of course, is that the trans activist community hates itself more than any other, which makes perfect sense if you think about it. This is a group of people who encourage hating cisgendered people, and encourage people to hate the body they're in and to transition to a "different body." It's been proven multiple sources that there are entire "Femboy Cults" (search that on YouTube) who are actively seeking out depressed people to manipulate them into starting HRT, and cutting off their family.

WELL GUESS WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?

Bridget, as you all remember her, was a manipulator who lied to me for 9 years of dating to make me depressed, hate myself, hate my family, give her thousands of dollars, and kept promising we'd meet some day while turning down every opportunity (such as conventions we were both already going to) to meet (yes, I went to conventions she was at and didn't meet her).

I was a victim of manipulation, was surrounded by horribly manipulative and narcissistic pieces of shit who warped my mind and made me believe I was depressed because I was "an egg" and needed to go get on HRT and change myself. And I almost did! I came within a hair's reach of shoving a hormone-altering drug into myself in hopes it would cure my depression, and then went "Wait a second, I'm not depressed because I'm a woman trapped in a man's body, I'm depressed because femboy-obsessed manipulative pervert rapists want me to turn myself into their fetish." I broke up with Bridget, I moved home from Ohio, I waited for my hair to stop being blue, and I became proud of myself for escaping that horrible situation and bettering myself mentally.

So how's this make me a transphobe?

I DON'T FUCKING KNOW, YOU FUCKING TELL ME YOU FUCKING INSANE BOOGEYMAN-BELIEVING ASSHOLES WHO BLAME EVERY OTHER PERSON FOR YOUR OWN INTERNAL LACK OF FUCKING SELF WORTH.

WAKE THE FUCK UP. YOU'VE BEEN MANIPULATED BY THESE FUCKING TRANS ACTIVISTS WHO ARE JUST SICK FETISHISTS WHO WANT TO TRANSFORM LONELY MEN INTO "FEMBOYS" UNDER FALSE PROMISES THAT IT WILL FIX THEIR MENTAL PROBLEMS. GET OUT WHILE YOU FUCKING CAN. I DID AND I'VE NEVER BEEN HAPPIER IN MY LIFE.

Next up: HOMOPHOBE

I draw LGD (Lesbians Getting Dicked) because I think it's hot when girls who like girls have sex with guys. I've drawn some pretty offensive pictures of it such as a pic of two lesbians being told "Pride month's over, ladies, time to be straight again" while being surrounded by hard dicks and looking scared.

Why'd I do this? Well because a lesbian friend of mine also likes that shit and we did that as an art trade.

But why do I draw it on my own sometimes? Because it's hot. It's fucking fictional porn, it's not real, it can't hurt you. I tag it LGD and only post it in servers you need accounts to see. You don't like it stop going out of your way to look at it, and if someone slams it in your face in your private "We Hate Jay" Discord server (which there are many of. I have moles who tell me.), that's not my fault y'fuckin dipshits. I properly tag and hide my stuff so only people who want to see it can see it. If someone showed you a picture of my spread asshole, you should get mad at them, not me. They're the one who SAVED IT TO THEIR COMPUTER AND SHOWED IT TO THEIR FRIENDS UNSOLICITED, YOU MORONS.

Anyway.

Next up: AN ASS HOLE.

I've spent 13 years being called all of the above names no matter how much I've catered to their activism and was even part of their activist movements directly. Fuck you.

Next up: A NAZI

Lmao.

I said on Twitter, "I hate that no matter what you say on this site, someone somewhere will get mad."

And that, without any further comment from me literally at all, turned into a massive amount of people including "Wootmaster" (Added note: I talked with Woot in private and he gave me the okay and apologized, we cool) calling me racist and a "Bootlicking Nazi." I literally did not add to it. I literally just said the opening line and left it for 3 days.

That's why I deleted my Twitter.

That's why people think I'm a Nazi.

Because I said "I hate that no matter what you say on this site, someone somewhere will get mad."

Next up: I DON'T FUCKING KNOW I BET THERE'S MORE.

You see why I make angry rant posts like this one?

Because this is how I've been treated for 13 fucking years.

I've been attacked, called names, labeled evil, told I'm phobic against the movements I was literally part of and being an activist for, had money stolen from me by perverts who got arrested for drilling a hole in the bathroom wall at a brony convention to jack off to his female roommates (he pretended to be trans and bullied them into letting him room with them in their "Safe Women's Hotel Room" and then did that shit and got arrested. But not before he stole money from me! Six thousand fucking dollars!), lived with a fucking probably actual child predator who would show me his loli figures and foalcon posters every day and try to convince me to like them and showed me his dick multiple times...

I literally was smack dab in the middle of super ultra liberal activism and trans activism for over a goddamn decade, right down to blue hair half shaved off and calling myself Jynkx.

And I come back, snap out of it, and get cussed out and called transphobic and "the reason trans people are being killed" because I don't like the flowery 1-dimensional LGBT representation in World of Warcraft and have a 9 year running best friend I went to multiple conventions with decide instantly that I'm a Nazi racist communist because I didn't disown my mother when she voted for the orange guy, and because I called one of their friends "Insane" for identifying as fae/fie and thinking they're a goddamn gaelic woodland sprite. (Btw he was my most frequent commissioner for loli shit and used to jack off while I was drawing it for him.)

You see, people.

I've spent 13 years surrounding myself with and getting personally connected with the lives of my commissioners as a brony/furry artist who was deep into LGBT and Liberal activism.

And in those 13 years I've come to realize that I surrounded myself with the most fucking disgusting and evil people on earth, who no matter how much I would shill for them and do what they asked, I would still be the label-covered punching bag whose reputation is now so utterly in the trash that literally no matter what I draw, say, or do today, I still have people on shady Discord servers n' shit calling me a fucking lolcow and a pedo and a transphobe and a Nazi and a racist and a homophobe and an ass hole.

I have learned in 13 goddamn years that you can't appease these fucking lunatic psychopaths.

And so I don't anymore.

So who am I really?

I'm an incredibly easy to talk to artist, I'm a dude, I love roleplaying and drawing pictures for people, I like writing song lyrics, I love hearing about new inventions and innovations, I love goats, I love dogs, I think cats make bad pets but I don't mind cats, I'm making a video game about an elf girl, and I want you hateful people who I've lived rent-free in the heads of for over a goddamn decade to leave me and my fanbase the fuck alone.

Love you all.

~Jay

[compassionatereminders]

i just wanted to get something off my mind and ask you for your opinion. my boyfriend loves his family and he is pushing me into contacting my mom. i lived with my mom and dad till i was 8. my mom was very abusive she hit me, yelled for no reason, called me a bitch, whore and so on. when she hit me she did hit me to places that can't be seen (places you can cover up with clothes) if i told my dad she would beat me harder or threaten me that she will kill herself so i stopped telling my dad. my mom was also known to (excuse the word but i can't literally say anything else) whore around. the apartment building where we lived most people knew (my dad knew also but he always forgave her) she would kick me out, she would yell GET THE FUCK OUT and i would have to go play in front of our apartment building when she had her fuck buddies coming to our apartment, of course at that time i had no idea why she was kicking me out.

after my mom left me and my dad i had no contacts with her, i had visits for 6 months - i was at her place every second weekend but later on i could stop going because she didn't want me there anymore. and i was more than happy with that!!!

she has a new family now my boyfriend saw pictures how happy she looks with her 2 kids and says she probably changed now.

my mom tried to contact me on social media, i blocked her on everything, she wasn't happy with that so her new husband was sending me nasty messages and she was also sending me nasty messages from his profile.

i said to my boyfriend if he forgot about the nasty messages she sent me (they were really insulting, she called me names she called me when i was a kid; retarded, stupid, bitch, whore...)

my boyfriend's response was that people just get mad and at the end of the day she is still my mom and she deserves another chance and she deserves my forgiveness.

i also found out that my mom and my boyfriend were messaging each other on fb, they were planning on meeting (he was convincing me to meet her)

i feel betrayed and honestly it makes me love him way less. him being close with his family shouldn't make me being close with my mom who abused me.

i told my best friend that i'm thinking of ending the relationship because for the past 3 months he keep pushing me into "you must forgive and forget, you must meet your mom". my best friend says i'm overreacting. i'm not overreacting to not wanting to meet my mom but i'm overreacting about dumping my boyfriend. she says that i'm crazy because he is loyal to me. but i feel that just being loyal isn't enough? great you're not sleeping around that's a bare minimum in my opinion.

he is my first boyfriend and i have been with him since i was 17 (i'm 22 now), looking back i think i overlooked so many red flags. he was always sweet to me, and as far as i know he has been loyal but he always pushed me into things that i wasn't into. i'm a horrible people pleaser and i say yes to things i don't really want but when it comes to my mom it's a NO and i'm never going ro change my mind.

he is guilt tripping me that i'm not a good person (not the exact words, he uses fancier expressions like "good people forgive") to a point i really think if i'm the bad one in this scenario.

it's such a long message and i'm so sorry about that but i just wonder if you or your followers think that trying to convince someone to re-connect with the abuser is a red flag or not?

my dad says i don't ever have to meet my mom but he also says by boyfriend has a point so i feel like everyone is against me.

I don't think you're overreacting, and I think it's highly inappropriate of your boyfriend to pressure you to forgive your mom when you've made it clear that you aren't feeling it. Interfering in that manner is not acceptable, and it's definitely a giant red flag. Especially after you've made it clear that YOU don't want to do this. Because it's YOUR decision

[inawickedlittletown]

Don't Make A Shadow Of Yourself (BuckTommy fic) - 15/16

Summary: "A man who's pure of heart...may still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright" - Howl (F+TM)

BuckTommy Werewolf AU. Throughout most of his adult life, Tommy had dealt with what he was. The duality of being a man and also an animal…a beast. Werewolves weren’t born, they were made. 

Rating: M

Words: 3,306

Read on Ao3

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three

Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six

Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen - Chapter Fourteen

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Chapter Fifteen

Tommy kissed him at the door, leaning over Jee Yun to do so. She made a noise that was mostly a giggle. 

“I don’t know how long this will go for,” Tommy said. 

“Don’t worry about that,” Buck said. “Just be safe. Come back to me, yeah?” 

“Yeah,” Tommy agreed and he leaned in to kiss him again. 

Next he placed a careful kiss on Jee’s cheek. “Be good, kiddo.” 

“Buh Bye,” Jee Yun said. 

They watched Tommy get in his car and drive away. In the time between being woken out in the backyard and then transforming, Tommy had filled Buck in on everything. Chim was fine, and Tommy was being called into work. 

“Hungry?” Buck asked Jee after he closed the door. “Tommy made us dinner.” 

Jee Yun was a messy eater. She was an enthusiastic eater. Buck loved how happy she was, how her childhood was not going to be perfect, but it was definitely a whole lot better than what he or Maddie or Chim or even Tommy had gotten. 

When Maddie called, Buck just told her he’d bring Jee Yun over. It was past her bedtime, but she’d managed to take that nap with him outside and her dinner had been later than she was used to. Still, she fell asleep on the drive over and Buck had to carry her to the house and knock as not to jostle her. Maddie let them in. 

“No Tommy?” she asked. 

“He was on call. Angeles Crest Forest is on fire.” 

“Oh,” Maddie said. “Well, come in.” 

Buck took Jee Yun straight to her bedroom. Maddie filled him in on Chim. He was sleeping and would be on a small cocktail of drugs for a while, but he was insisting that the wedding go on as planned. 

“I was so tempted to just let everything go to waste, it’s not like we paid for it,” Maddie said. “Have my backyard wedding.” 

“No one is saying you still have to have the big wedding,” Buck pointed out. 

She shrugged her shoulders. “It’s a nice venue and I love my dress.”

“So you’re saying you want the big wedding,” Buck said. 

“I guess so. We spent all that time planning it all after all.”  

When she led him to the kitchen, Buck gave his phone a quick check. The fire was barely contained yet. Tommy would be out there flying through the smoke dropping water and retardant alike. Buck didn’t think he would hear from him for a while. He still wrote out a text, sending good vibes. 

“Tommy made a comment about you not wanting a big wedding,” Maddie said. 

“Did you talk to him for long?” Buck shot back. 

Maddie fixed him with a look. “That’s not an answer. Do you want coffee? Tea?” 

“It’s late, but I’m going to be up while he’s out there anyway,” Buck admitted. 

“Coffee it is,” Maddie said. “We didn’t talk for very long. I do like him, Buck. You guys are good for each other. I feel bad about what could have happened. I told him that as well. I’m not surprised you’ve talked about marriage.” 

He went into Maddie’s fridge, pulling out milk to add to his coffee. 

“I called him my mate,” Buck admitted. 

“What?” Maddie asked, looking like she was trying to keep in a laugh. 

“I said that to mom and dad when we found them in Tommy’s backyard. Just slipped out, but it felt real. It feels right.”

“I’m happy for you, Evan.” 

“Thanks.” 

By the time he left Maddie’s house, it was late enough that there weren’t that many cars out. Given the option, he still didn’t go back to his apartment and instead made the drive to Tommy’s. He hoped to still be there when Tommy got back from work so he could watch Tommy get ready for the wedding and get some time alone with his boyfriend in a suit. 

Knowing he wasn’t going to fall asleep easily, Buck spent some time cleaning. Jee hadn’t been there long, but she’d left a mess in her wake. Afterwards, he settled in the living room and put on a documentary. From time to time he checked on the fire. 

The next morning he woke up on the couch. The fire was more than 50% contained and yet Buck didn’t think he would be seeing Tommy any time soon. Tommy was supposed to be off duty for the wedding, but that didn’t change what the job required and Buck was more worried than upset. 

He was surprised when a call from Tommy came in as he was heading to the kitchen. 

“Evan,” Tommy said, sounding tired. “How’s Chim?”

Buck shouldn’t have been surprised that it was Tommy’s first question. “He made it back home last night. Maddie said the wedding is still on. I figure you’re not going to make it.” 

“Probably not,” Tommy said. “There’ll be a rotation soon, but they may just want me to rest and get back in the air if it gets worse. It all depends on this fire and the direction of the wind.” 

“In the unlikely possibility that you get out of there, I’ll bring your suit with me to the venue. You can come straight there even if you get there just for the reception.” 

Tommy laughed. “You still want that dance, then?” 

“Obviously. Go get some food and rest while you can. Be careful out there. Love you.” 

“Love you too, Evan.” 

—

He was exhausted. Exhausted was actually probably not the right word to encompass how he felt. Maybe it was a combination of everything he’d gone through over the last week, but the Angeles Crest fire was definitely taking the last of his mental and physical energy. He was also covered in soot and ash and sweat. When he was finally allowed to go, it was mid-afternoon and he knew he’d missed the wedding ceremony if everything had gone to plan. 

“A few more hours and it will be completely out,” Lucy said as they walked back to the truck heading back. 

“It’s a good thing the wind shifted when it did,” Melton threw out. 

Evan had said something about taking Tommy’s suit to the venue. Tommy brought his phone out and tried to figure out what would get him to the wedding faster. 

“What’s up with you?” Lucy asked. 

“Maybe he has another naked party to go to,” Melton said. 

Tommy ignored them. 

“I still think he has a sleepwalking problem and sleeps in the nude,” Lucy said. 

They made jokes all the way back to Harbor. If it wasn’t the day of the wedding and Tommy wasn’t already late, he would have considered just taking off his turnouts and transforming right there and then. 

“No, I think there’s still merit to him getting abducted by aliens,” Melton said with a grin. 

Tommy just rolled his eyes. When they got into the station, he was the first off, running to his locker to grab his keys and get out of the turnouts. He still had his flight suit on underneath and there was no changing the amount of ash and soot on his hair and face without taking the time to wash it off and he didn’t want to waste any more time.

“I’d ask where the fire is, but we just left it,” Lucy said. 

“Wedding,” Tommy muttered. “I missed the ceremony. That was hours ago, but I want to make it to the reception.” 

LA traffic worked against him, but Tommy managed to call Evan at the first red light. 

“Hey,” Evan said. “How’s it going? Last I checked it was almost contained.” In the background, Tommy could hear someone laughing and the faint sound of many voices talking. 

“I’m actually driving to you now. Maybe fifteen minutes.” 

“Really? You don’t have to. You’re probably beat. Maddie and Chim would understand if you just want to go home.” 

Tommy could have done that. He was well aware, he also wanted to be at the wedding with Evan and with the rest of the pack. He wanted to see Chimney and Maddie as newly weds despite the viral encephalitis and the Buckley’s causing all of them grief. He wanted that dance with Evan. 

“I’m not that far,” Tommy said. 

Evan met him in the parking lot. He looked like a dream in his suit. Tommy hadn’t gotten to see it because Evan had kept it in his apartment. It fit Evan like it had been made for him, the jacket hugging his arms and falling over his chest perfectly. The pants were also well tailored and Tommy was sure they were hugging his ass in a way that would be more than a little distracting. The blue brought out his eyes, making them stand out. 

“Wow,” he said. 

“I, uh, I could say that myself,” Evan said, his eyes went up and down on Tommy. He even licked his lips and he seemed to want to walk towards him, but Tommy held up his hand. 

“Let me get changed and cleaned up first,” Tommy said. 

“Oh,” Buck said. “Right. I have your clothes in my car.” 

Evan followed him into the bathroom, but kept his distance as Tommy got out of the flightsuit and did his best to wash up in the sink. He knew there was little to be done with his hair, but he ran his wet fingers through it anyway. Some of the water dripped down his forehead. 

“You have no idea how hot you look right now,” Evan said. 

Tommy, who had been leaning on the sink to look at himself in the mirror, turned slightly to look at Evan.

“Evan,” he said, admonishing the thoughts that he saw flying through Evan’s eyes. Evan moved fast, hands sliding over Tommy’s neck to his chin before he was kissing him. Tommy grasped at him, felt the soft fabric of Evan’s suit on his bare skin and hoped that he wasn’t getting any ash or soot on Evan, though Evan didn’t seem to care. He seemed more likely to devour Tommy and Tommy was ready to offer himself up on a silver platter. 

He felt Evan’s bulge against him, felt Evan rut into him and Tommy pulled him closer, groped at his ass and let Evan push him against the sink. Evan was panting against his neck, hot breath that made him shiver as his hands ran down Tommy’s chest over his stomach and down into Tommy’s briefs. Evan grasped his cock and was a downright tease with how gentle he touched Tommy. 

“Evan,” Tommy said and his groan was swallowed up by Evan kissing him again. 

It was a knock on the bathroom door that brought Tommy back to his senses. He pushed Evan lightly. 

“Stop. Stop. Evan, we’re at your sister’s wedding.” 

The weight of Evan’s head landed on his shoulder and Evan let out a sigh. 

Another knock came. 

“Five minutes,” Tommy called back.

Evan pulled away and shot him a glare. 

“Just think about the anticipation for when we get home tonight,” Tommy said. 

He unzipped the garment bag and got into the suit. 

“You looking like that isn’t making any of this better,” Evan said. 

Tommy just laughed. He was half hard in his own pants and he tried to think about anything that would make that go down. He was still buttoning his shirt as they walked out of the bathroom after more insistent knocking.

—

Buck pulled Tommy out of his seat and out to the dance floor. Other couples were already out there and it was one of the things that Buck had been looking forward to. He was glad that it was actually getting to happen after Tommy had missed the wedding ceremony. 

The ceremony had gone without a hitch. Maddie looked beautiful in her dress and though Chim had looked tired, he had still looked good in his suit. Cuter than anyone, Jee Yun had done her flower girl duties and stolen the whole show. They hadn’t told anyone about the hospital visit, but Buck was sure that everyone — especially anyone that was a first responder — could tell that Chim wasn’t in perfect health even if he was thrilled to be getting married. 

Buck had a moment, when they got out to the dance floor where he didn’t know how he and Tommy were supposed to dance. He’d never danced with a man before. Tommy had just pressed a kiss to his cheek. 

“Just follow my lead,” Tommy murmured. 

It was a slow song and Buck wound up with his arms around Tommy’s neck, Tommy’s hands on his waist, barely inches between them as they swayed to Ed Sheeran’s Perfect. 

“I’m a little bit impressed this has gone so well,” Tommy said. “I was half expecting it to take place at the hospital.” 

Buck laughed. “It was an option, apparently. Chim was very insistent on not wanting to wait. It’s probably what got the doctors to agree to him getting discharged.” 

“Sounds like Howie,” Tommy said. He tried to stifle a yawn. 

“We won’t stay long,” Buck said. “Maybe just until the cake is cut.”

“I do like cake,” Tommy said. 

Buck smiled, he pressed a kiss to his lips. “You have a sweet tooth.” 

Tommy hummed. “You are pretty sweet, Evan.” 

“And there you go being all smooth,” Buck said. He kissed Tommy again, this time a little deeper. 

They danced through two more songs, Tommy singing along to Carole King’s One Fine Day by Buck’s ear like it was a normal thing to do. Buck felt like he could melt right there on the dancefloor because he somehow hadn’t expected Tommy to have such a good voice. If he hadn’t already been all in on Tommy, that probably would have had him over the edge. 

They went back to the table and Buck could see more of the exhaustion settle on Tommy even though he was trying not to show it. He kind of slumped into the chair. As glad as Buck was to have him there with him, he also wanted nothing more than to take him home and tuck him into bed. 

“If you want to go, we can go now,” Buck said.

Tommy shook his head. 

“Stubborn.” 

“After cake, Evan.” 

“Yeah, alright.” 

He did get Tommy to rest his head on Buck’s shoulder and close his eyes. When Maddie came by, her reaction was to take a picture. 

“You two are so cute,” she said. 

Tommy opened his eyes to look at her. “Congratulations.” 

“Thank you,” she said. “Chim — my husband, wow, I can’t believe I can call him that — is looking about as worn out as you.” 

“How’s he doing?” Tommy asked. 

“Good all things considered. It could have been so much worse.” 

Maddie was called away by Josh and a few other people from dispatch. It was how it went if you were the person getting married, he supposed. She was the focus of attention and everyone wanted at least a moment to offer their well wishes. Buck could see Chim with a few other people at the other side of the room. 

Tommy nuzzled into his neck in a manner that was a little too wolf-like. Buck wouldn’t be surprised if he actually did fall asleep. 

When cake time finally arrived, Tommy did sit back up and they watched Maddie and Chim cut the first slice together. They fed each other with their fingers and they looked so enraptured with each other that it somehow didn’t matter what had happened in the lead up to the wedding. 

The cake was dispersed within the next few minutes and Buck could admit that it was worth waiting for because it was delicious. As soon as they were done eating it, they headed over to Maddie and Chim’s table. 

“I’m going to get this one home,” he said. “I’m happy for both of you.” 

“It’s probably about time that we take off too,” Maddie said. “Thank you for coming, Tommy.” 

“Congratulations,” Tommy said. 

“Thanks, man,” Chim said. 

They walked past a few tables, not stopping as they went. They had been nearing the doors when they burst open and through them came his parents. Buck froze and Tommy stopped with him, straightening up some. Buck felt Tommy grab his hand and he didn’t know if it was to still him or to offer support, but either way, he slipped his fingers through Tommy’s. 

—

“What are you doing here?” Evan asked. 

“It’s Maddie’s wedding,” Mrs. Buckley said. “We didn’t want to disrupt the ceremony, but we couldn’t not come and see her now.” 

There was something pitiful about the Buckley’s. Between the dark circles under their eyes and the way they were hunched in there was no denying that they had a defeated air about them. They weren’t the pushy overconfident people he’d met at the station or behind his house. It was weirdly unnerving. 

“You weren’t invited,” Evan pointed out. “She doesn’t want you here.” 

“Evan,” Mrs. Buckley said in a pleading tone. 

Tommy felt Evan flinch. “No,” he said. “No, you’ve done enough.” 

Maddie was suddenly there, followed by Athena, Bobby, Hen, and Karen. The DJ kept the music playing, but it was almost like he hadn’t from how everyone had stopped to look in their direction. 

“Mom. Dad. What are you doing here? I thought I made it clear that I didn’t want you to come. Not after what you did to Buck,” Maddie said and she looked fierce in her wedding dress starring down her parents. 

“But, Maddie.” 

“Be reasonable, Maddie.” 

Maddie took a breath. “I was being reasonable. I invited you here and offered you space in my home where my daughter lives. You decided to come earlier even though I didn’t need you to. And then you decided to not listen to either of your kids. Buck was shot, did you know? He was actually shot and you made it possible. And then you trespassed on his boyfriend’s property and he rightly had you arrested. I don’t want you in my life anymore. I don’t want you in Jee’s life.” 

“Maddie, that’s,” Mr. Buckley began. 

Maddie shook her head. “No,” she said. “I want you to leave. I don’t want to hear from you again.” 

Mrs. Buckley actually started to cry and if she hoped it would inspire some sympathy, it seemed to only work on her husband. 

“Buck, please talk to you sister,” Mr. Buckley said. 

Evan actually laughed and when he stepped forward, Tommy went with him. 

“Did you not hear me the other day? Because I was under the impression that I was as much a monster as my boyfriend is.” 

“No, no, that’s—”

Evan shook his head. “This is not the time or place for excuses. If you don’t leave, we’ll make you leave.” 

Buck’s mom was full on crying and she reached out to Evan, hand outstretched to grab him. When her hand made contact he tried to pull back, but she had a strong grip. 

“Evan, please,” she said. “You’re still our son.” 

Evan tore himself from her hold, shaking his head. 

Athena stepped forward. “Your kids have asked you to leave,” she said gentle but tough. “I’ve arrested you once before and I will again if you force my hand.”

The Buckleys nodded. 

“I’ll escort you out, then,” Athena said. 

They all watched Athena, followed by Bobby, lead them out. Tommy felt Evan drop against him, before he was pulled into Maddie’s arms. She looked like she was close to tears, but trying to not let them fall. Evan never let go of his hand, so Tommy stood close by until Maddie let Evan go in order to turn to Chim.

[davekat-sucks]

balkan-with-no-pickles: thing is, rufioh did deserve it. he not only cheated on damara, but he is also a mysoginist and even flirted with aradiabot, adding him to the list of dancestors who have made advances on a minor.

See this is exactly what I was talking about. Brain rotted by tumblr.

How is he mysoginistic? Because he calls women doll? dante basco calls women doll in real life too, is he mysoginistic? And if you say it's because of the way he talks about Damara after she killed his lusus and paralyzed him, he talks shit about Horuss the same way too, so does Meenah. Do you think Meenah is mysoginistic?

And he flirted with Aradiabot AFTER he was paralyzed, i'm talking about the people that say that he deserved to be crippled and have his head cut off and put on a robot horse body "or even worse" AT 13 FUCKING YEARS OLD for being a godawful boyfriend and friend to Damara. What he deserved was social ostracization, a breakup, or to have someone tell him to grow the fuck up and never date again until he realizes what a fucking shithead he was or he apologized to Damara, not what he went through. Because like it or not, in real life cheating and violating someone's trust is not a crime, CRIPPLING SOMEONE IS. IT'S CALLED ASSAULT. And what YOU are doing by endorsing that is called "incitement to violence". Look that shit up. And even thought you care so much about """"minors"""" (fictional), you're actually endorsing harm to a minor too (fictional).

So no dude, get the fuck out of here. Nobody deserves to be paralyzed so they become quadriplegic, are you fucking crazy. I wouldn't say that Meenah or Cronus deserve such a fate either. Much less a 13 year old boy that was immature and had no business dating in the first place. But if you still disagree with me and want to be consistent with your own shitty unethical values, tell me that ROSE deserved to be paralyzed by Kanaya too, because unlike Rufioh she was A GODDAMN MARRIED ADULT that KNEW FULLY WELL WHAT SHE WAS DOING and cheated on her wife and even had a child with someone else. And if you don't? Guess what, you're a hypocrite.

Stop reading garbage analysis posts and start reading what the fuck you are posting instead. Or touch grass, same thing.

Nobody deserves to be paralyzed, just called out for trying to flirt with someone 3 years younger than him. It's kind of funny and fucked up thinking that Rufioh, even after he was paralyzed for cheating on Damara, would have the shameglobes to continue flirting. Especially one that is her descendant. He must be really brave or retarded to continue doing like this without fear of death or worse. The Dancestors in general are full of awful people. They are if their session was fucked up that they had to perform the Scratch and the trolls we know were created to fix their mess. Some may be worse than others, but in the end, each one has a major flaw they couldn't fix on their own even after death.

@balkan-with-no-pickles

[queentheweeb]

Shoto Todoroki X Autistic Female Reader

You didn't go to U.A high school like your boyfriend Shoto did with his friends but, you did go to Shiketsu Academy. You didn't understand why Inasa hated Shoto so much in the beginning so you asked him. You didn't see anything wrong with your boyfriend so you wanted to understand. 

"Inasa why do you hate Shoto so much? Did he do something to you?" He looked at you for a moment as if put off that you used his first name. It was easier and less confusing to call people by their first names. Last names always had extra letters and some of them you didn't even pronounce. You didn't understand the point of having letters that were not meant to be pronounced. 

"His dad was very mean to me and said I wasn't worth his time when I asked for an autograph. Then with Shoto himself saying the same thing, it bothered me. He tried every which way to sabotage my quirk that's why we didn't get our provisional license the first time." You nodded your head in understanding. You understood why he didn't like his father Enji. You didn't like him either he was very mean to you and he called you 'retarded' which is the r slur that earned him ice to the head from Shoto but, it still hurt your feelings. You were always called that and stupid and played tricks on. You never understood why people were so mean. You couldn't help the way you are, you didn't ask to be born with Autism. It was hard. 

"I understand and I don't like his father Enji either. He's very mean and he treats Shoto like an object instead of a person." Hopefully, you didn't say too much. People told you that you talked too much but, you were just answering questions fully. You didn't know that you were saying too much by doing that. You were learning. 

"...Now that you mention it, he does hate his fireside but, that's his dad's fault. He's a great guy actually now that we both gave each other a chance." You smiled agreeing with him and the two of you talked about Shoto a little more until Camie came. You did not like her too much but, you didn't want to fight or argue so you went quiet. Her perfume gave you a headache and the sound of her leather clothes made your teeth and jaw ache. You handled it though. If you couldn't you would normally play some anime background music to soothe you.

"Hey, Inasa, what are you, like,  talking about?" You ignored the way she didn't talk to you. You didn't care and it seemed Inasa didn't take notice of her not talking to you either. Good. 

"I was talking to Y/N about Shoto before-" All she heard was Shoto and she went on a whole tangent about him. That is why you do not like her. She had a crush on Shoto and she didn't care that you were dating him. She thinks she is a better choice for him. You hated this but, you also hated confrontation so you would just let her talk. Today though, you were feeling a bit braver so you decided to say something before the bravery died down. 

"He is so amazing, his abs are like, so, perfect. I need his number, like, can you give it to me-" You stood up clearing your throat to get her attention. She turned to you with a smile as if she just saw you there. She knew you were there the whole time she was just trying to be cute and pretend. 

"I think you keep forgetting that Shoto is not interested in dating you. He is dating me." Your heart was pounding hard enough to hear it in your ears but, you didn't back down. How can you be a hero if you cannot even stand up for yourself and your relationship?

"I still don't understand why he would date you. He can do so much better. Not someone who holds him back." You frowned at her not wanting to show that she hurt your feelings. You had a good quirk, you can control any form of water while she can create illusions with her breath. Water can do more harm than an individual hallucination. 

"I do not hold him back. I can bend water. That's better than creating hallucinations." You were amazed at the way you did not stutter. You felt adrenaline and excitement course through you. This was the first time you stood up for yourself and you haven't messed up or cried. She snarled at you and turned on her heel. 

"I'll talk to you when the retard isn't here." That was too much. You felt angry tears prick at your eyes but, you didn't want them to fall. That would make her happy and you did not want to do that. Inasa looked shocked and was about to say something when a trail of ice made a beeline for Camie. She only had enough time to turn before she was encompassed from the waist down. 

"What the, Shoto! You're looking, good baby." She seemed to not notice the hateful aurora coming from him in waves. He stood directly behind you with an arm around your waist holding you close. You would have been embarrassed about PDA if you weren't focused on trying not to cry.

"Apologize to Y/N." That was the coldest his voice had ever been. Everyone froze even Camie who looked surprised she was getting this treatment. 

"Why? I didn't do anything wrong." She was playing dumb and it made Shoto even madder. 

"You know damn well you did. You made her CRY!" Camie yelped at the drop in temperature "I don't WANT you. I never wanted a stupid blonde bitch. You are an embarrassment. You call yourself a hero, there is nothing heroic about you at all. She is the best thing to ever happen to me and no one especially an entitled bimbo like you will make me change my mind." He left you and stalked up to Camie who was crying now and a bit scared. As she should be. "Don't you ever go near her again. This is your first and last warning." He melted the ice letting her drop to the floor. "Get out of my sight." He walked away not sparing a glance at Inasa who went to help Camie but, she pushed him away and ran away crying. You were able to focus on Shoto who grabbed you in a hug and pulled your face into his neck. 

"Thank you, Shoto." You took a deep breath noticing he wore the ocean cologne you like. 

"Let me take you home, your mom won't mind me staying, right?" You shook your head no and that was all he needed as he held your hand and walked with you closely to his side.

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What are your guy's thoughts?

[kharmii]

I remember seeing antis went and harrassed a japanese creator into abandoning their twitter blog because the plushies they made (insanely adorable ones, wish I could've get my hands on them) were involved into blankshipping stuff by others. They came stomped their passion out and went their merry ways.

The biggest joke of it all is that once they were out of the picture TWO artists opened up the possibility of creating plushies of their own.

I have met some lovely people in the fandom (people who aren't too big to get into controversies and try to avoid them) but there is a huge majority in the fandom I'm feeling uncomfortable with. Whether it be their fetish nsfw stuff or fetish sfw stuff weird aus or their inhumane stance on the whole blankshipper issue.

A lot call the fandom "open and friendly" but honestly all fandoms have a dark side. And this dark side has been in a insanely weird place where things that are unacceptable in other fandoms are okay here EXCEPT blankshipping REEEEE

Over a decade ago... I'm a veteran on this hellsite if you will, I remember seeing fanart depictions of two people happily talking to each other while having different ships on top of their heads. Back then it didn't really matter what ship was liked. Everyone kinda went along with each other and there was no malice or hatred, just fans enjoying something, coming together and becoming friends. Nowadays, especially the Submas fandom feels like a huge echo chamber where everyone follows the same fanon like it's canon with little to no variety. Cookiecutter aus in slightly different flavors but basically all the same. Been there seen that... In this whole climate I embrace every au and everything that feels refreshing next to the same old same old.

Really hoping the fandom gets a nice shake up and things change. Or the most obnoxious people leave once it's clear there will be no Emmet in PLZA. (seriously doubt that he shows up)

Wait....so you are saying a Japanese artist made some plushies they happened to sell to a blankshipper? This blankshipper in turn put them in suggestive poses with each other and took some photos? --So then the antis blamed the artist for what the customer did? -And they got harassed into deleting their account?

Now my curiosity is piqued. What exactly are things not acceptable in other fandoms, but are somehow acceptable in Submas? Rather than being 'open and friendly', I find this fandom to be cliquey and petty.

IE: See that artist doing the cuooooootsy wootsy 'Big Ingo Little Emmet' shit? Well, they have a fetish side blog where they make 'Big Ingo Little Emmet' sexual, and they get 300+ likes for all their stupid fetish drawings. If I were to give that as much grief as I do the dog-fckn au beastiophiles (which are considered socially acceptable and are EVERYWHERE), then I'd get piled on for being a blankshipper. Never mind that I'm not pulling Bidoof's Law on them and saying stupid fetishes are immoral, per se.. I'm just saying stupid fetishes are STUPID. -But I'm not allowed to say something is stupid and I don't like it for being utterly retarded because I'm into blankshipping, and saying something is stupid-gross-implausible somehow makes me a hypocrite. Get it? -Because I'm into the worst of the worst, I'm not allowed to express opinions on other sheeit, even if people in other fandoms might agree it's dumb as hell.

As for Emmet being in PLZA, there might be a chance if it's set in the future, and they do the 'up train down train' theme. A lot of people want Volo to also be there to continue that ship, but I think there's almost a zero chance he will be. 1.) There's a perfectly good AZ who can be the immortal, and 2.) I don't believe Volo is actually immortal, just that people took his parting words out of context. If Emmet does get an appearance, I hope we get that reunion. That would give us so much delicious stealth blankshipping work, although the artists would protest into next week it's nothing like that.

[boys-with-gunss]

𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐘

It's kind of weird, like, talking to my friends. I talk about Zero Day and they get all weird about it. I hear them talk about true crime all day the same why I do, but it's not weird then. Like, it's a fucking movie, it's a movie. It's not like I'm talking about anything bad, they didn't actually kill people, it's a MOVIE.

Online school is severely isolating, I have nothing to do anymore. I watch movies and I guess I blog now too. ZD is a movie I like, it's not boring like everything else.

I guess the reason I like it so much is because Cal and Andre are so nice, likeable, Cal especially. He was sweet to everyone and then when the shooting actually happened, he was psychotic. Andre throughout the movie seemed to be taking a stronger approach twords the whole thing but his hesitation at the end to commit suicide showed what kind of person he was. Cal always talked about how similar he and Andre were but they honestly really weren't. Cal was sweet and softspoken infront of others, his front was so good, but he was psychotic and obviously the more manic and unstable. HE was the one shouting and teasing the victims, taunting them and only shooting when they tried to run or he got too bored of it. Andre revenge driven, angry, obviously mentally ill, but not in the same way as Cal. We saw in the beginning, he's been bullied before and most of the characters his age either have no idea who he is or just dont like him. In the shooting he shot at everyone quickly, no hesitation to kill and it was really the anger and adrenaline he got from it that played into that fact, but once that adrenaline was over and Cal and him were going to kill themselves, he hesitated and kept trying to stall it. He was ready to kill others, but not himself, which shows how much more "normal" of a person he is, and how much of a pussy. He has a survival instinct Cal doesnt have. We saw it even before the shooting, he was always reckless. For example him convincing Andre to drive with his eyes closed and shit. I think Cal really went through with it because he was planning on killing himself anyways, and he wanted the fun.

My friends get freaked out. The amount of times friends told me to "get help" because of a fucking movie I liked. It's actually fucking retarded.

Not Vic, obviously. That's why we're friends, why we even made this blog. We say it's pointless but honestly, me and Frankie, we're so different but we think the same things. But we're not stupid, we spend too much time together in an echo chamber, just enabling each other, that's not good. Making this blog was so we could talk about stuff not just to each other. People on the internet just decide not to be pussies when they're behind a screen, which is good because if we say stupid shit, someone's gonna call us out.

Anyways, that got off topic. I'm tired, I miss V, I hate school.

-Ronnie

[yoonyia]

love my parents but I love my dad more

is that wrong of me?

they say to parents it's wrong to have a favorite child but does it go the same way for the kids?

I love my dad more then my mom because I think my dad raised me with patience love and kindness and my mom was too busy to raise me until she took me to thailand, there she had no choice but to be a parent. And when she did have to be a parent she showed us that she could not deal with people who are, by her words not mine, inhuman and incomprehensible and was in general just too slow for her liking.

She yells at me for common neurodivergent struggles like brushing my hair properly and wearing a variety of clothes. She yells at me for hours about how it's so easy and that I'm dumb for never fixing the same mistake even though she screamed it into my skull every day. That it's a basic human function and that I'm insulting her and damaging her reputation by going outside looking like an orphan. Half the time dinners end in lectures about how I eat weird or that I shouldent buy things with the money my grandparents gave me for the new year.

In the 2 years I've lived with her she said I did well twice and they were both followed by some variation of "but I could have done better."

That wouldn't make me mad if she atleast thought me or explained it to me but if I even struggle to read a sentence quickly she gets impatient and gives up. I keep telling her ideas about how for me its hard to do things that for her are super easy, I tried explaining the concept of my neurodivergence to her and she said "I will not understand you, you must settle for me tolerating you" (that's a direct translation from Korean by the way) and I asked her "is tolerating the best you can do? Even when you claim to be open minded?" and she replied with "I can be open minded about different topics but not this"

I'm not mad about prejudice or discrimination or her having a hard time understanding me, what makes me upset is the fact that she claims to be good and perfect and better then most people, no she dosent say she's perfect, but she keeps saying "I am trying my best and look at all the good I'm doing" when she's doing the bare minimum of human compassion. All the things she did to hurt me may make me want to be with her less often but it dosent make me love her any less, what does make me love her less is the fact that she keeps shutting down ideas and hurting people and saying that she's so much better then most people.

Oh yea and the biggest thing for me

She calls my dad an idiot

she calls dad and me dumb and dumber

I hate her for that

and I dont have a lot of hate in my heart

call your retarded forgetful lion haired child barely human and an imbecile all you want, it dosent care, it loves you more then those words hurt.

But call your husband a dumbass and that you would gladly abandon and leave him for any hotter, taller and richer man and you die from my hands.

Got it mother, you die.

Stop saying "we see each other too soon" when dad comes to thailand twice a month, stop telling me "I don't know if I love your father, I could have done so much better" when ever you get drunk at home.

You can, not love your husband romantically, you can go divorce him and marry someone else, that's all in your right to do, but stop talking to and about him likes he's the worst choice you ever made in your life. Don't talk about him like he's the lowest you ever stooped down and that IF YOU HAD JUST NOT MARRIED HIM YOUR LIFE WOULD HAVE BEEN SO MUCH BETTER.

Mother, oh mother dearest, my dad is one of the most patient caring and nurturing person I have ever seen. Not just met in real life, but read about in articles or watched in the news and studied about in books. He endlessly tries to support, protect and connect with everyone in his life, he comes every single month to thailand because he loves us and he dosent mind being exhausted for work and seeing us for just a day is more then worth it for half his weekly paycheck. He spends hours trying to get the best deals on products so you can have what you want for the best quality and the best price, he spends hours studying newsarticles that you shared for me to read so that we can talk about it together, he worried day and night about his parents going to thailand and them getting lost so he made an extensive planning guide so they would never have to worry about losing their way, he calls me every morning to make sure I go to school on time and he calls you everyday to make sure you don't over work yourself. He read books for you so that you didnt have to deal with the book club you didnt like, he teached me to never bother you when youre sleeping and to always help you in anyway i can because you work really hard for us and that you are wonderful. Hes a doctor that makes you medicine for free and constantly checks on your health, worries about headaches and indigestion and prescribed medicine that was given with too high of a dose, whenever he buys groceries he makes sure theres no carcinogens in the ingredients because they are awfully common, he will accept any gift and hang it on the wall if it came from me or you just because it was given to him from us, please don't treat him like the scum of the earth, please stop treating his endless support and kindness as the norm and what you obviously rightfully deserve.

You are his world, you mean everything to him, he loves you so much that he ignores all the hateful comments you make about him. You don't have to love him back if there is no love left in your heart to give, I won't blame you for being born with a heart that dries up too quickly, you cannot change that, but please, please respect him, please care about his wellbeing, please stop sharing to the world your obvious hate for this man who has done nothing but love you with his entire soul. Please be kind, I'll settle for polite even, just stop treating the person you wed with such disgusting hatred.

I dont know what possessed me to write this.

I'm crying. I miss my mom, she's not here, she left to korea. I'm alone, well not really cause the maid (Her name is Dee, I call her 피디씨, which is basically sister in thai her name and a korean honorific, it's pronounced like PDC and I find that funny sometimes) is here and I love her too but I miss my parents.

Loneliness makes you say some weird things

I regret none of the things I said

but still I would never say this if it was any other day.

I'm sorry if this felt vent-y, I didn't mean it to, I just wanted to talk about the concept of having favorites and how it's sometimes weird to say you shouldent have favorites in semi professional or personal settings

but you all got this instead

I'm sorry

my dads calling

[wendytestabrat]

why cartman & kyle think of each other as more than friends

honestly it’s so fucking obvious that cartman & kyle view each other as something other than friends bc they have such a hard time putting a label on what their relationship even is LMAO. that’s gay af. the retarded anti-kyman flat earthers will just perceive this as them clearly just being rivals or enemies then bc they take cartman & kyle’s word for it (as if cartman & kyle are actually honest people who tell the truth which they aren’t LOL) there are so many moments where it’s like they stumble on their words trying to describe their friendship or whatever i def think the first example of this was in “the entity” when kyle was introducing his cousin kyle to cartman and was like “this is cartman…he’s my sort of friend-ish” and then in the episode “casa bonita” when cartman was giving that speech to kyle he was like “if that doesn’t make us friends it makes us something” implying that they do have a relationship that is different from being friends with someone. but i feel like it was rlly in “tonsil trouble” where they took this to a whole new level and deadass made fun of this when kyle would be like “WE’RE NOT FRIENDS!1!1” so then everyone assumed they were a couple instead BWAHAHAH. but yeah i feel like kyle is mostly the one who keeps switching up the label every other day LMAOOO in some episodes he calls cartman his friend but in others he says they aren’t friends and that he hates him. in newer episodes it seems like cartman has mostly just settled on calling kyle his friend probably bc he realized kyle is a stupid friendzoning cunt and will never admit his feelings BWAHAHA so he had to learn to get comfortable just being friends with kyle. i mean at this point they clearly are friends with each other they hang out more than stan & kyle do yet when it comes to using the word “friendship” to describe each other they get uncomfortable LMAOOO.

[snack-o-ween]

I thought I’d share some fanfic recs from last year’s Fandom Snowflake Challenge, so we’ll see how long I remember to do this. [This is being scheduled in January 2023.]

Title: Fiddler’s Green

Author: Gadhelyn. Transformative Works Policy: Not known as of this posting.

Complete or In Progress: This fic is a work in progress. Dated: This started to post in October of 2021, and the current chapter [as of scheduling this post] was posted in December 2023.

Chapters: Currently 13. Word Count: Currently 62,792.

Technically, this is Part Two of a series - Farther From Hell - where Sirius/Severus is established during Sirius' post-Azkaban time in Part One.  Personally, I don't think you absolutely need to read Part One in order to understand this; see note below the excerpt.

When Sirius goes through The Veil, he travels back in time to his teen body and has to try to not mess up the future too much by changing the events of the past. It's interspersed with Severus' POV in the future until Severus joins him in the past after being bitten by Nagini. As of chapter 13, Sirius and Severus are both trying to get back to their present day slash future time.

Note that there are some references to past and/or teen relationships; currently, Sirius/Remus and Avery Jr/Severus. Because the Sirius/Severus relationship was established in Part One and there’s the whole time travelling premise, some readers might feel like this fic is a bit lighter on the Sirius/Severus ship. I suspect this impression might change in the last two expected chapters, though.

Excerpt:

Because, Sirius Black realised just now, that’s where he was. Back at Hogwarts. With his friends. Sitting around under an alder tree, books carelessly scattered near them on the grass, surrounded by crowd of other chattering students: some were playing, one group tossed around a broom they were practicing flying with, girls trying on new colour-changing lip-glosses and holding mirrors up for one another by the lake… Few orange leaves on the trees, so it might have been September, early start of a new schoolyear.

So, this was his afterlife, then.

School.

To be honest—it was kind of a bummer.

Note: Part One is called "Dead Reckoning"; it's ten chapters and has 42,797 words. It has the Archive Warning of Rape slash Non-con and definitely starts out with what one could at the very least call hate sex - if not a rape to consensual sex arrangement - in the first two and and a half chapters. (While it's perhaps not entirely unrealistic to have "I'm not retarded" in 1990s dialogue, that may be something some readers want to prepare for in Chapter 4.)

The arc of animosity to not hating each other isn't easy, but it feels cathartic. Personally, the descriptions of 'this feeling' as inconvenient or peaceful at certain moments (from Severus) and struggling to say the word 'love' feels oddly satisfying, in a quoiromantic way. However, the first half of the fic might require a particular mental space in some readers.

[the-firebird69]

We have a few more things that we want to get out there it is about what's going to happen here today...

--and Trump is taunting our son and say you better get your lawyer and our son says my lawyer is here already and your lawyers skip in town and he's going out of his mind with hatred and we say good we're going to pick you up when you're nuts it's easier and that's going on right now

--there's a few other things happening people are calling Trump some sort of loser because he's depending on her son for everything and says all sorts of weird s*** and none of it applies and people know it too now they've been going after him and he's said a whole bunch of stuff and they've checked into it and really he does not have control over a computer that's big he's a moron and I know that and he also lost control of Dave's stuff rather quickly and he's embarrassed and doesn't say so so he does everything else that's embarrassing and it's going to buy the farm now is that piece of s*** I'd rather tell people then anything close to the truth and we do have reason to believe he's trying to become armed and dangerous in the neighborhood and we are going to remove him well other people are over and over they said even his own people now there's a bunch of dicks who want our son to be threatened that's going on right now

--we have a couple of the things to report and it is about Charlotte county one of them is we have too many people here for the boss and there's hardly anybody working for them the other one is these people have big mouths and they need to leave and screaming about everything in some sort of weird rant we realize what some of it means and what their intentions but wow what a bunch of jerks I mean these people are insane in idiots thinking people will fall for things because they're yelling at them you know the English language is not really that fascinating to us anymore we understand everything very simply put very quickly and boy you people imbeciles and we have to put you down here so stupid you're sick he's also been saying that and it's true

--we have several other things that we have to do today here we have to pick these people up others are we have to come in here and straighten them out we have to take over our areas and into other houses and we have a lot of it to do and we have to get going on it now and father and mother are a meeting are calling in order to a meeting and it's Nuada and Arrianna and it will be very much needed and welcome also

--we are going to court here in punta Gorda to get restraining orders on these goofballs and we're doing it today other people are going to go to court to have them physically removed and that's right from here on the pseudo empire and Trump are going to fight in the West and Washington Oregon BC and Northern California and a lot of fighting in the Sierra Nevada area so a hundred mile radius and it's going to start very soon tonight and the pseudo empire and the trumps are getting beat up by each other and very badly and it's much better than it was going to be but Stan is still going to take a severe beating and people have to be aware of that we have it on record and then he understands what Trump is up to

--there are a few more things like this bja is poised to take over this area and there are several others too and it's going to be a fight still as a pseudo empire is going to be focused on by the trumpsters as is Stan and they will try very hard for this area and for the East Coast and for the presidency was what they have left those areas of bunkers and stashes and Cassius were big the people there were not too many in the armies that were sent are not too many to give you perspective

--another thing to keep in mind is this guy is a steaming hot passive-aggressive demented person and he's not only mentally ill and retarded he is demented and they call it that in the movie furiosa that he's the dementus because he makes people like him.

--those were than that going around is more than that and really he is evil and evil to us and our son and daughter are suffering and we need to get him out. Comes in time to say that things are better there right now and the apartment meaning like this moment 8:38 a.m. on Tuesday because he's not there and is not behind is not nearby and his son is gone somewhere too things are better when they're not here

--the clones are going to be up shortly they'll notice that the fighting is intensifying and it's not listening and they're going to try and use it to hit the nuclear plant and it is coming up pretty soon and he fails and he doesn't show with Dr evil but it's real any inside of it looks like a control room for nuclear plant some people are wondering what the hell that's all about and it's a controls for his evil stuff and he says if I couldn't get it to work there and do it here

--there's a few other things and they're pretty big and important he's trying to get a storm here and you can't Trump in the pseudo empire bja and a few others are preventing it that's why it wants to knock out the power plant it's not the only one he's trying to knock out and he's being attacked seriously and people around here are attacking him for trying to mess with the Lines and on constant basis. We do know that he's getting frustrated angry already and people are not seeing it and all over the world these places are not falling and he thought they would be a mess and he's harassing the s*** out of her son saying that it is a mess he turned on yesterday and said I made a big mistake and he hurt his face no f****** s*** you people are a bunch of dead people f****** with me to get a reaction God damn morons or a bunch of inane pieces of s***and it's really the back proper when they go west he stops you thought about it and you said holy s*** I used to say I don't have any spent it's these idiots and they're going to say it we can't go east no he can't go west doesn't have enough money and then they'll say he's siding with his pseudo empire can find out that the Indian retards have that plan both sides and they said wow you're stupid with the max have him do it they fed it to them and he got really angry and he said we're all f****** ourselves and he knows it was stupid he said I can't stop you from doing yourself and you idiots now he sees Trump and he knows oh I get it it's stupid right now we're dealing with people here being very dumb and we have to pray but we have more

Thor Freya

Olympus

What a nightmare he's living every person here is not allowing him to have money or a decent time f that this has to stop we have to just kill them all

You start doing that and they're going to migrate West and will annihilate them out there

Hera

That's a good idea

Thor Freya

[incarnateirony]

Cackling.

Having a convo with a friend about certain gendery issues, and summarily about people who have transitioned without understanding the cultural element of the cultural argument in full, so we ended up back on when crackbear's cucktard really set this all off last June or so, and him whining about wanting respect, or how I should or shouldn't talk. I can't help but think about Mark's sobbing over being treated like a man who came to try to start shit over a woman, like son do you not understand how this song culturally goes.

And I thought about saying something else, but thought it sounded too violent, so didn't, and sent as is

Friend just replies [stares in breaking a man's nose over a woman for less] or something.

Oh. I was about to say in meat space that's how you get your nose broken or come up a few teeth short of a smile, but yeah, glad we're on the same page, because we understand what being a man takes.

When we transition to masculine cultural roles, we also choose to surrender other liberties associated with our assigned at birth gender. Being either gender sucks for various reasons, but ladies, I hate to tell you, those expectations you put on how men treat you, you really don't return the same, and by nature, men have their own high expectations of each other, in various shades of testosterone.

Climbing into bitchy DM warfare demanding to be treated like a princess and being angry that you're actually being treated like a man does none of us any favors. If this is all fucking new and foreign to you, well, you know what, I'm not allowed to say what I think, people like you have corrupted the system so we're not allowed to speak about it. But you probably finished the sentence in your head.

'But waaaah respect me. You have to watch your tone' Why. whomst. why are you even bothering me. I don't want her. Keep the fucking greasy hag. 'dont u talk about her like that' well then don't show up in my inbox to fight over a cow I don't want, retard. Literally exposed himself as a little bitch reading his gf's ex's blog in obsession for years, post by post, thousands of posts, until I dared voice on my own journal that everybody in my old life is glad I got away from the treacherous hag, and he had to try to do some bullshit internet warfare about it. I don't know how to tell you this, broskie. That's teenage girl behavior.

All the T shots in the world can't stop a little whiny fuckboy from being a little whiny fuckboy, presentation be damned. I could never take a shot in my life and have lived and walked as a man for a lifetime, writ into my bones she stole and enshrined and got him jacking off in the image of. I don't know what this whiny pissbaby bullshit we're supposed to tolerate shitting up the community because they weren't prepared, is. It'd be one thing if you were asking me to cater to a literal child, not a 30+ year old grown-assed-supposed-man. You goddamn knew better, you little bitch. what he wasn't used to, surrounded by a pack of echo chamber enabling women, is actually being treated like a man, and boy, he doesn't actually like that. Weird. And leaving the DM line he chose to start himself open made him UNCOMFORTABLE uwu after I already ignored him for four hours. Call your local Karen manager, herbert.

I don't know how to break it to you, buddy, but trans guys that don't float in estrogen social tanks have chatrooms to talk about fucks like you as a net negative impact on our community. Literally a whiny piss boy who is also a fucking vulture preying on a literal crazy lady he lies to and says he cares about while continuing to encourage her self destructive behavior that made her start ripping her hair out only AFTER they ran off together. Motherfucking fourteen-plus years this bitch had a beautiful mane of hair and in three years he ruined that too and then they blamed other people from their past. Toxic piece of shit, get out of the community. You don't represent us.

"It's the PTSD!"

Oh shocker. You have PTSD from making a choice you realized destroyed your life and ejected the things you valued most because you didn't realize what those were? Oh, wait no, no, the big mean ex she kept swinging back in for help from obviously trapped her hands in oven mits for 14 years to keep her hair on. It couldn't possibly be that she's ripping it out because she knows her choices, and her partner, have destroyed her, and she can't fix what's broken. Nono, it, like everything else, is always somebody else's fault.

They're going to implode on each other eventually, yall realize that right. Eventually, they're not going to be able to contain their mutual hatred they're hiding behind smiles and hard fucks. It is a literal bomb waiting to go off, two dishonest parasites making a fusion reactor of void behavior. And they're both aware at this point. He goddamn knows she groomed him to replace me, got them jacking off and romancing to my shit being relived. She knows she only lost her goddamn hair after her lemon incident she denied. They both know they've lied to each other their entire relationship or at best were following schizophrenic hallucinations that he enabled her on for his own gain. There is nothing left for them but pretending they're fine, together. And so, they will free ride each other to the void. She's already half there. Why you think she ripped her hair out?

And you know what?

He doesn't even care to actually stop it, he'll just medicate it and get her to shave it and say it's support.

If they haven't suffered a single or double suicide within a year, I'll be surprised. If they're still together in another three, it's because he'll have medicated her into being unable to take care of herself at all. Real easy to not have to deal with your toxic bitch if you put her in a coma from all those pills she's chewing.

There is a reason she must cast me as Big Mean Ex responsible for All Her Woes. She literally must disassociate me, from myself, that she insists is a god she has refused to learn a single lesson from or read a single book about. Because then she can hold that Aaron isn't Aaron, that over there is Hermes, Aaron doesn't know what his own identity is or what he's talking about, she totes has the right to argue that. And Aaron can't be Hermes, because Hermes Good, and Ex Bad, so she'll retroact her entire history to fit it into a narrative, rather than confessing she's been ripping her hair out because she's known the whole time he's gone, and unconsciously, she's always known why.

Her lover just exploited it. It won't hold forever.

A relationship inspired by usury, driven by hallucinations and disassociation, exploited for petty internet grudges, and rebuilt into a house of cards made entirely of lies from both parties to enable their end of the story or relationship? Yeah, sorry, that literally will never work out. And let's be real, the only reason they're trying anymore is "prove me wrong". Terrible logic by which to continue an irrational behavior. Which was always her pattern, and she found another rotten spazzoid that contributes until they went nuts in a bag jacking off to me together.

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Bedtime!

*After done packing, Mahiru dress up in some PJs - getting herself ready for bed and goes to lie down*

Today has been so tiring and things will get more tiring with Peko, I really need to sleep...

Ye-Yeah...sleep...goodnight...

*Mahiru closes her eye and then drifts off to sleep*

...

...

...

Hu-Huh...? Wh...Where am I...?

*Mahiru had found herself in the music room at Hope's Peak, she look around, she notice a smashed fish tank and the smashed window*

I'm back here, where it all began...why... am I back here?

Damnit, why... why am I here? What's going on...?

???: Nostalgia? As fond as your memories ever got? Or maybe…

???: It was just the only place where you wanted to forget and move on, not telling your pals and even covering for your best friend who found out about your past…

Na-Natsumi, what the hell! Show yourself right this instant!

*As then the very girl Mahiru call had appear before her behind the piano which she walk stood in front of her*

My my Mahiru Koizumi, it sure has been a while, hasn't it? I guess even if you try to move on and forget about little old me, your past will always haunt you...

Including how you decided to cover up my death for that Hatomi girl, make sure nothing bad happens to her.

Yeah and your older brother decided to kill her because he thinks an eye for an eye is the better choice, seriously what the hell do you want?

Oh sooo harsh Mahiru, we've known each other for years ever since middle school and yet you choose to ignore the past and move on, wanting to forget all the fun times we had together.

'Fun'? You call that fun?! I got tormented by you all the way through middle school, you made middle school nothing but hell for me; putting a flower on my desk, ripping up my photos, driving people away from me and I was so damn glad to be away from you, you god damn bitch!

You were nothing but some bully that I want nothing to do with you, especially after what you did to Kats-!

And that includes me dying too? Is that how far you want me away from you, is that how deep your hatred goes...?

We-Well...I...

I...I mean...I wouldn't wish death upon you... I just...I...I just wanted to move on from you but...

Hmph and all because you were scared that someone would get hurt that you decided to not say anything, right? But yet again who would believe you;

Your daddy dearest is sooo useless that he let it happen, your mommy was way too busy, my brother loves me way too much to do anything, or that tool my father would strike in the instance, that useless bitch of a dancer that think she's sooo tough that instantly someone strikes her back she'll cry about it like she mentally stunted toddler, how about that mentally retarded musician or that attention whore of a nurse...? That's right, you couldn't say a damn thing!

Le-Leave my parents and friends out of this, they have nothing to do with this and I won't let you ruin my future just because you got caught, are you sure your brother is going to love you hearing all that shit coming out of you?!

Hmph, you sure are damn gutsy, Mahiru. After everything that happen with that best friend of yours... to me...! She might as well saying she was in love with you and to be your little knight in shiny armor, you fucking disgusting pitful hypocritcal bitch!

I...I don't know what your talking about...

An-And neither would you since your dead, HOW would you even know anything about Hatomi and me you good for noth-!

Oh... am I not being clear? Then...

Maybe I should spell it out for you and show why you'll NEVER escape me...

Wh-What are you-?

*BLINK!* *BLINK!* *BLINK!*

*As then Mahiru and Natsumi are on a stage and everyone in the audience cheers on the performance*

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, HERE WE ARE THE SAD AND SORRY ESCUSE OF LONEY MAHIRU KOIZUMI!

[paramoursoul]

Monday, July 17

You know I came into work thinking like oh I can eat tuna today because we're not gonna have sex anymore, I've said this so many times before and its a very common thing for me to say so what's gonna make it different now?

Anyways I lost my head throughout the day because I offered head but he wanted sex.

I went to the meeting hoping he would too but that was dumb because he was already in his car 20 MINUTES WASTED GONE. I wanted to pretend like I got a phone call unfortunately I couldn't do it so I asked mash to call but she didn't and I didn't have the balls to just leave. (Now that I think about it I should've just went to the bathroom)

Boom. I'm in his car we drove a bit because I was confused then WE HAD SEX IN A PARKING LOT

Ohhhh ohhhh his voice his body. Earlier he said he wanted to use a condom but I waited to ask why (I thought it was because he had sex with someone else) he said no more plan b's its not healthy. PFFT I knew that I was getting worried that the girls he had sex with before were retard because of things he said. [Getting pregnant off precum, wearing panties to sleep, taking an plan b right after I already took one] his so experienced. physically at least. And I'm realizing I don't explain myself of things I really should its making me look dumb! Anyway we had a wonderful time! Sweaty gazing in each other eyes (sometimes >w>) I noticed he there was something wrong he didn't tell me until later. His answers at the time felt like an lie or an white lie but here's some things to note

ꕤ he doesn't like licking! Or biting?

ꕤthe THOUGHT of being caught

ꕤ pretty forgetful

There was something else but I forgot

But anyways I clipped my yellow star hairpin on him I shouldn't have said anything! But I wanted him to react to it in text! Later! But he found out before we left. it was a cute reaction and he clipped it back on. (I wonder for how long)

A bit later Oreo Lemons calls me over asking if I like soul since he "always" see us together and oooo I hate how I make it obvious.. and his little friend THAT CANT WORK FOR SHIT pointed out my hicky I didn't even FUCKING KNOW I HAD AHHHHHHH I was so scared because at first he asked if it was a bug bite and I immediately thought of soul. AHAHAHAHAHAHSHS I was sooo very happy about it until I had a flood of thoughts.

. All those girls he knows here are gonna see it as well and hate me even more!!

. did he just brand me!? Knowing him it's probably not BUT HE REALLY SHOULD HAVE KNOWN WHAT IT WOULD HAVE DONE

. did anyone else see!? AHHHH

. what does this mean? He wants more of me? I mean he just suddenly asked for sex without acknowledging the last time we said it would be the last time.

. because of that ^ it was supposed to be like an see you soon, till we're ready kind of see you. But nooooo for what!?

. am I gonna get in trouble for this?!

Sigh. I ran away from that as fast as I could. The word is getting out faster than I would like...wait I didn't want it to get out at all! ♡‧₊˚(๑﹏๑) ♡‧₊˚ ughhhh I'm focusing so much on this and not my club duties!

I try getting back to work but then my new coworker comes up to me. They finally ask for help but! I couldn't find the item myself so instead I offered to find it for him then tell him where it was later. He was gone but came back later. I was happy he didn't just walk off! He came to me and ask me about more items and I was so excited to be helping but then he said the oh too common sentence

"Hey I got a question for you"

(OH NO PLEASE BE ABOUT WORK) hm?

Do you have a sibling?

(I heard him but I didn't understand and he thought he needed to ask again, well really I was going through my mind about past conversations about people looking like me. Then he said friend) oh yeah I have a friend!! There name is sta-

No no I mean do you have a brother

Huh? No? Why?

Well I just always see you with that boy

(AHHHHHHH ITS HAPPENING ALREADY IT HAS EVEN BEEN AN HOUR OR 30 MINUTES WHYYYYY) OH!no no he's my friend

Oh, also what's that on your neck

(AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I SAW IT I SAW IT YOUR MOTIVES!! I KNEW IT YOU DIDNT CARE ABOUT ANYTHING ABOUT YOUR JOB YOU JUST WANTED TO KNOW IF I WAS SINGLE) ໒꒰ྀི ꩜ ᯅ ꩜; ꒱ྀི১ (UGH my words failed me THEN I KEPT STUTTERING AND LOOKS AROUND)

Is that an Hickey?

( I fucking oh my fucking, I fucking freezed and just nobbed)

Then he kept asking question I couldn't remember but it was about the hickey so I just left. Sigh. That was. A . lot. Then soul cute obvious ass-

UGHHHHH AHHHHAHAHAHSHSHSHS

Breathe breathe.

Ugg. How can people be so casual about this!? TT

Then he asked when we would be moving in.

I'm was so surprised at his interest. At the end of the day boys open up to you once you have sex so that's not surprising but with soul? Come on dudeee..I thought you were the point. Later though I think two more people pointed it out. I just know they're gonna link us together and when that happens what will happen!? Is soul gonna keep being an hoe!? Are people gonna treat us differently? Oh gosh. This is a lot for me..

I'm okay though.