#what is she taalking about

[thsx]

ok i SWEAR i'll stop talking shit but what is this new tiny love like what does the stumbled on sublime thing even mean???

they do this in regret me where it feels like they're just jamming words in there that they think sound cool? my friend calls it word salad lol

[weekend-conspiracy-theorist]

frothing and foaming at the mouth for those snippets. thank you kindly

from a different third robin tales fic draft, which is mostly just them standing around talking shit to each other:

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I know I was intending to bring Duke into this conversation and really let him shine (ba dum ch) but tbh it's been in drafts for a few months and I don't remember where I was going with it. rebellious robins and ex-robin union shenanigans maybe? idk. this convo may eventually get nabbed and absorbed into a different fic though

[goddesstrolls]

"we aare talkiing abouut this later."

>> You hiss to your matesprit, glaring daggers at her. You know damn well she's going to try to weasel her way out of this conversation, but also-

>> "Oh, if you want to talk about it, we can talk about it now!" Snaps Joclyn in reply, raising her voice. She knows you hate arguing in public- She's trying to get you to back off.

"i said laater. we aare not taalking abouut this now."

>> You spit. For the past week, she's been walking on clouds, but she won't tell you why. You managed to get out of her that it had to do with the rustblood who punched you. And now she told you she did something to their moirail.

>> "I did it all for you, Ro! If it were anyone other than you, I wouldn't have cared- But no one should get to hurt my matesprit and just get away with it. Can I not protect and get revenge for my matesprit? Is that okay with you?" Joclyn now looks and sounds like she's going to cry.

>> You give an exasperated sigh, trying to push down some of your anger about this.

"youu went behiind my back to do this-"

>> "Because you never let me do anything for you!" Joclyn interrupts, her voice high-pitched and upset. A pair of trolls walking down the street stares at you as they pass.

"i said we'll talk about this later-"

>> "You brought it up! You always find fault in everything I do. I can never do anything right with you!" Jade tears form at the edges of your matesprit's eyes and she clenches her fists tight. You know she'll do that hard enough to draw blood, so you take another breath to try to calm down and reach out to take her hand- But she violently recoils.

>> "I don't know what to do anymore, Ro! Everything I do makes you angry! And it's scary... Feeling like I'm always walking on eggshells..." Joclyn angrily wipes away her tears, blocking herself from you with her hands.

"...i'm not tryiing to- pleaase, let's just take a breaath and calm down. i'm juust upset-"

>> Your gaze flicks over Joclyn's shoulder as you see a familiar troll moving towards the two of you.

>> Speak of the devil and she shall appear, it seems.

@ase-trollplays

[khanrelli]

anesthetic aftermath | kamala x bruno

a fanfic with Kamala Khan and Bruno Carrelli from Ms. Marvel

Bruno is practically drunk on anesthesia after having his wisdom teeth removed and has some things to say to Kamala. word count: 568 warnings: none read it on archive of our own! inspired by this work called wisdom teeth dedicated to icee

It was a Friday afternoon when Kamala received a call from her best friend's nonna. "Nonna! Hope you're doing well. What're you calling for?" Kamala asked. She knew that it had to be somewhat serious if his nonna called her.

"Ahh, Kamala. Mio nipote.." Which meant 'my grandson' in Italian; Kamala thanked context clues. "Bruno is done with wisdom tooth surgery. I can not pick him up. Can your parents pick him up and bring him to our home, please?" Bruno's nonna asked. The Khans would help her in a heartbeat, but her parents were out for the day, and Aamir was with Tyesha.

She didn't want to say no to Bruno's nonna. "Don't worry, I can drive him home," Kamala replied. "Grazie, my dear Kamala!" Bruno's nonna said excitedly. She proceeded to give Kamala the details of where the dentist was.

When she arrived, he was slurring his words and laughing uncontrollably. Kamala could hardly understand what he was saying. She put his arm around her and dragged him to the car.

"How're you doing, Bruno?" Kamala asked, trying to stifle her laughter.

"My mouth is gooone," Bruno drawled. He had a cast around his head and cotton in his mouth. She couldn't help but feel bad, but this was just too funny for the girl. "Can we taalk? Pleaseee?" 

Kamala chuckled. "Sure, what do you want to talk about?"

"I just wanted to ask you something," Bruno said, his voice & face becoming serious but still evident that he was not thinking straight.

"What is it?" Kamala asked, slightly concerned. She knew it was probably nothing to worry about, but she had never heard him this serious (loopy or not).

"You kept the secret a-boot Kamala, right?" Bruno asked. At least he still ensured her being a superhero was kept under wraps, even while drugged. Also, was he turning Canadian?

"Yes, Bruno. The secret about Kamala is safe and sound." Kamala said as she opened the door and settled him into her front seat. She fastened the seatbelt over him. 

"Wooow, so secure!" Bruno said. It would've come across as sarcastic from anyone else, but he looked like he wanted to be genuine. She'd tell him all about how stupid he was the day after. Kamala walked around the car to the driver's seat.

"Are you   sure  the secret is safe?" He said, looking at her as she entered the car. She looked at him back while putting in her keys. He looked hilarious and a little gross. "I am 100% sure," Kamala reassured him. 

"Alright, cause... I don't want Kamala to know I like her, okay?" Bruno said very worriedly.

That was definitely NOT what she was expecting. Did that mean what she thought it meant?  She'd take it the friendly way, just to be sure. "You're best friends. I'm sure she knows you like her." Kamala replied. She started the car.

"But, like, I've had a crush on her forever. She still has no idea." He said, chuckling. 

Kamala felt her cheeks heat up. "Well, I heard a rumor she likes you back."

Bruno scoffed, "Pfft. Yeah, right." 

Kamala shrugged, trying to play it cool. "I'm being serious! I think you should tell her one day."

He furrowed his eyebrows at her and thought about it. "Okay. One day." 

She grinned and drove him home. She hoped that he would pull through with that plan.

[irregodless]

so heres a tirade no one wanted but wont leave my mind

so coincidentally i got reccd a video debunking myths about the pink sauce and in it she recreated the sauce to try but also didnt compare it to a bottle of real sauce which seems like bad faith science to me since one of the accusations was there were ingredients she didnt list

but anyway she showed clips from some other cook and matpat for some godforsaken reason saying she ABSOLUTELY used mayonnaise and also it WILL give you botulism and others doing clickbait and she debunked all of these including the fact that apparently the emulsifying dragonfruit actually pales over days helping explain the color discrepancy which people also gave her shit for

and yeah she wasnt very forthcoming about that but thats not what i wanna talk about rn

one woman said she was going to send it to be tested to see if it was safe and apparently never published any results probably because it had been opened and she stuck her finger in it

but she and the creator wound up on a talk show at which point the one woman was like you could have reached out to me

and the creator chef pii said youre not special and she was like wooow that sure is unprofessional!

and its like this feels like such a strong case of white women protecting white women because you know what else isnt professional a thousand people literally making things up to sabotage a young black womans business venture

and anne was like i think youre special and you handled yourself well in a very biased situation

nd itss like what are you TAALKING about pii has been under fire for months at that point and shes confronting yet another person who jumped on the shit on pink sauce bandwagon for clicks very obviously saying youre not special why would i go out of my way to message you of the THOUSANDS of people shitting on me

like it pisses me off she wasnt being unprofessional at all and even if she was being unprofessional to a """customer""" like who cares shes being put under fire i think shes warranted to say something like that when others were literally saying that eating her homemade sauce will KILL YOU

the whole pink sauce debacle was very suspect and i was definitely on the wagon with

yeah this is kinda sketchy

and yeah as a new businesswoman she didnt handle it amazingly

but im just frustrated that in a video where you SHOW how many people are defaming her where you dont even try her actual product just trust that the way you made it is 100% identical and in the process i think actually show viewers how to make it thus making her business potentially even harder to get customers

and youre going to take what she said to one of her many accusers who she wound up on television with through whatever circumstances in the worst faith way possible and SIDE WITH HER ACCUSER CLAIMING SHE WAS EFFECTIVELY BEING GANGED UP ON??

okay whitey

[straykats]

well i’m glad you got some sleep! that’s good. hopefully you can sleep soundly again sometime soon 💛 (but also, being sleepy might help with the zoning out tmrw 🥴 so win-win either way sksksksk)

ooo yeah some parts of the story were a bit :/ like it could be improved. but it was good! i really liked mbb’s acting in it.

plus, enola’s character is just so interesting to me.

okay no but ur right.

oo no definitely; i think that her acting was really good too, and not exactly enolas character but the breaking the fourth wall thing consustently throughout the movie added this.. flare.. to it? i thought i wouldnt like it but it rather draws you in + somehow fits enolas character so well

[bookwyrminspiration]

Any thoughts on Tam smiling/laughing at Sophie when Mr. Forkle tells her he wants to taalk to her after the warehouse situaation?

okay nonsie, so here me out

when I think of that scene, of Tam smiling at her in a way that says “glad I’m not you” i can’t help but think of where they started, of all those secretive little conversations they had at Exilium. the little ways they talk to each other privately, just the two of them

It also shows just how far Tam has come in terms of trust. He went from being so protective and defensive to feeling at ease enough with her to smile at her, a little interaction for just the two of them.

I absolutely adore the relationship the two of them have built, and this little smile shows so much. He cares about her and knows that they’re know each other well enough that they don’t need words, she’ll read his face and know what he wants to say.

It’s also just cute that he’s amused by her getting in trouble. He sees her and goes Oh Sophie, there she goes again. In trouble. What will we do with her. I just adore the kind of casual/distanced affection they have for each other.

Sophie was the first person Tam trusted outside of Linh in a long time, and they hold a very special place in my heart.

[novorehere]

Ookkaaay can we just TAALK about the idea of a vorish-Link’s “companion”? Thinking about Navi hiding (in Link’s hat? Lol) when she’s not in use, Midna going into Link’s shadow, Tetra/KoRL communicating through the crystal in WW. What about a smol companion getting put away in t h e b e l l y ?? 🌟

YESSSSS YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH I NEED THIS NINTENDO PLEASE... seeing him get all surprised and flustered when they pop out of his mouth to talk to him would be adorable oml... Especially if the companion is sassy like navi or midna. I can totally see them getting pissed if Link is doing too many summersaults xD

[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

Banished (Part 9)

*Not my Gif*

Summary: When the 100 was sent to the ground, Y/N Y/L/N was one of them. Having been in lock up for almost 8 years, how will she react to surviving on Earth? Especially when se gets banished...

Paring: Bellamy Blake x Reader, The 100 x Reader

Post Date: 7-15-19

Word Count: 3K

~Prompt List~

~Master List

Requests are Closed

Banished Master List

Based off episode 1x09 "Unity Day" of the 100

WARNING: Death, Blood, Fights

How the hell did you end up here, running through the forest in the light of the morning avoiding any indication of Grounders nearby. Your back pressed up against a tree as you took a moment to take in your surrounds, catching your breathing as you collapse to the ground.

"We banish her."

Your jaw snapped open as the room stayed silent. Clarke's eyes never left yours as Bellamy turned to face her.

"You want to banish her?" He asks as Clarke finally looks at him. Octavia was quick to grab your hand before you shook it out of her hand, stepping closer to Clarke.

"You can't. Clarke. You can't banish me."

"Y/N, you said it yourself, you kill someone and you get banished. We don't have any other choice." you scoff at her, quickly noticing no one arguing with her.

"Any other choice? You have about a million other choices. Pick one of them." you snapped at her as Bellamy held your arm, eyes softening as he looked down at you. "Bellamy. You can't seriously-"

"You killed him Y/N. You killed him and it wasn't the first time. You can't promise this won't be the last." He regretted his words the second your eyes widened, confused glances being given by everyone around you both as you rip your arm from Bellamy.

He tried to pull you back as you left the dropship. Heading straight to your tent as you grabbed all the things you needed. A bag, jacket, and a few knives. Not much but you were screwed out there anyways. You tent opened as Bellamy stepped through, ignoring the anger in your eyes as he put his hands on his hips. "I didn't mean to say-"

"Screw you Bellamy. You're right. I can't promise that it won't be the last so its probably best that I did leave. oh I'm sorry, I mean, it's probably best that you banish me. Maybe I'll find Murphy, tell him he was right. I am crazy." And with that, you pushed him aside, heading straight for the gate where Clarke, Octavia, Jasper, and Monty were waiting.

Jasper was quick to throw his arms around you, you returning the gesture before he pulls back. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault. Don't be sorry." he nodded his head before hugging you once again. Monty was next, even though you hadn't gotten as close with him as you hoped you would still miss the hell out of him. He gave you a quick hug before separating, nodding for you to go taalk to the the raven haired girl next to him who was trying to hold back tears.

You bit your lip as Octavia pulled you into her, hugging her tighter than you've ever hugged her. "I'll be fine. I promise." She nodded her head before whispering in your ear.

"I know. You're strong. Try to find Lincoln, he might be able to help you." you pulled apart as you smiled, nodding your head before facing Bellamy. You could tell he hated this, seeing you leaving, but he didn't have a choice. He kept telling himself you were a danger to the camp, but he didn't know what happened, no one did and no one will. You made no move to say goodbye to him, letting his eyes met yours as they linger for a second to long before you squeeze Octavia's hand, heading straight out of the camp. Straight out of all the friendships you've spent the last few days of your life making. Leaving you alone, again.

You pushed yourself up as the ground around you rustled, your stomach dropping as you scan your surroundings seeing a man running as you you turn to run the other way, only to smack into someone. You fell to the ground, grabbing your knife for protection as you met the grounders eyes. He tilted his eyes as he stared down at you. Neither of you made any movement until another grounder appeared in your sight. Within a second you were on your feet, a knife in each hand as the grounders look at each other then back to you.

"I won't hurt you, if you let me go now." You said, beginning to bargin for your life as they both lifted their spears, each taking a swing at you as you jumped out of the way, rolling past them both as you tightened the grip on your knives. "Wrong choice." the next few second went by fast, the grounder that was closer to you swung his spear towards your legs as you jumped out of the way, right towards the other who pulled out a knife. the knife hit the skin on your arm, slightly slicing through it as you hissed. Smirking at him, you let out a dry chuckle as they glanced between each other, not noticing you picking up your fallen blade and turning to the one who nicked you. You sliced his face as he stubbled back, one hand moving up to the slice from to the top of his chin to the bottom of his right eye. You kicked out his knee as he fell to the ground, groaning from the pain. You turned your attention towards the other as stuck his spear out, almost hitting you before you reached out a grabbed it midswing. He looked surprised before you spun around, kicking him in the stomach as he dropped his weapon, hitting his back into the tree. You had forgot about one on the ground as you landed on your ass, groaning as he got to his feet you soon following after.

"Ok, boys. I'm tired of this." Your hands started to shake as blood dripped down your arm and your breathing increased. You didn't know what happened inside of you as slashed towards the first grounder who knocked you down. He jumped back, flipping towards the spear on the ground as he landed on his knees. You took the opportunity to come up behind him, knife to his throat as you pulled it against his skin, his body falling to the ground as the remaining grounder pulled you back, you knife hitting against his stomach as blood seeped out of the wound. You fell to the ground as he got on top of you, your body freezing at the familiarity of the postion. You tried to push him off, kicking him any way you could as his blood coated your shirt, not making you feel any better about the situation. His spear was a foot away from you as you stretch your arm out, fingers gracing the wood before you grabbed it smacking it over his head, pushing him off you. He sat up, much like the other grounder as you came up behind him, this time without a knife. You gripped his head, one hand on either side as he shot his hand up towards your face, knocking you back as you held your nose, blood coating it before you resume your position, hands on his neck as you snapped it, his hands falling from when he tried to remove yours as his limp body hit the ground.

Your breathing slowed as you looked at the scene, two bodies on the ground in front of you bent down to pick your knifes, wiping the blood on your clothes as you realized how ruined they were. Closing your eyes, you fell against the tree again, pulling your knees up to your chest as you buried your head in them. You knew you couldn't just stay here, if any more grounders found you sitting next to them they wouldn't be happy. So instead you ran, grabbing their spears as you dashed into the forest.

The next few days were extruciating. You slept in any caves you found, careful not to let yourself be seen by many grounders. Unfortuntely, some had found you, each one thinking they could kill you yet here you are covered in their blood as well as some of yours, body and face littered with scars and cuts as you treked across the woods. You were tired, you needed more than anything to sleep and right now you had on idea how much longer you could go. The sounds of clopping cauhgt your attention as you followed it, hiding in between the trees as you saw some of the most amazing creatures you'd seen yet.

"Horses." you breathed out, voice stressed from lack of use. You didn't talk to all the grounders you killed. Only the first 2, not the other 6. You became someone you'd never wanted to be, a killer. You shook out all the thoughts in your head as you followed the horses and grounders, not being seen as they approached a bridge. Your eyes widened at the sight, there on the bridge were horses, grounders, Lincoln, who you were happy was safe, Octavia, Finn, and Clarke. You couldn't help the anger in you when you saw Clarke, you shouldn't have been angry at her, she banished you because it was right for the camp, you killed people and Clarke had every right to protect them. Your were interrupted from your thoughts as a fight broke out, the noises causing you to stumble back as you fell, rolling down a ravine as your head hit the ground, multiple times. When you finally stopped rolling you stayed still, not being able to move as blackness crept up your vision followed by a figure, picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder as you blacked out.

You weren't sure how long you were out, your head bouncing against the grounders back finally woke you up as your eyes fluttered open. Catching sight of bright object soaring the sky and hit the ground, a cloud explosion lighting up the sky.

The exodous ship.

Kane.

You felt your heart sink, knowing that you never got to say goodbye. Just like your parents. You should’ve tried to talk to him on the radio. You held back tears as you finally paid attention to where the grounder was taking you. The place contained a few cages, all open and empty but one. He threw you off his shoulder into the non-empty cage, closing the door as you pick your head up, looking through the bars at a woman you recognized from the bridge, the one who was talking to Clarke. She met your eyes before turning around leaving you in the cage as you sit up, coughing at the movement. A loud snicker sounded as your eyes snapped to the source.

"Oh you got to be kidding me..." you mumbled as you closed your eyes, resting onto the wall next to you as you try to ignore the person next to you. Murphy. He stood up, limping closer to you before falling to the ground across from you.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't little miss crazy. The king and princess finally banish you too." You could hear his smirk, the one that caused your insides to boil as you move to look at him. The same boy who cause Charlotte to jump to heer death. You rolled your eyes as you frowned at the mention of Bellamy.

"Yup." you deadpanned as his jaw dropped. Holding back a snicker of your own you let he watch you eyes travelling across your body as his brows furrowed. "Don't look so surprised, you call me little miss crazy. I'm to crazy to be allowed in camp."

"You're covered in blood."

"Yeah. It ain't all mine." Your voice was harsh as you began coughing again, trying to make your breathing normal again.

"How many people have you killed?" he asked as you grew silent. a few moments passed before you figured out how to answer.

"In total, on the ground, or since I've been banished?" The cage was dark but the light passing through a small window told you he was frowning, not at all expecting that answer. He said nothing more as you shrugged, telling him you didn't know at this point. But you knew.

12 people.

Atom, James, 2 guards, and 8 grounders.

12 people.

You were silent, Murphy was silent and noises of the grounders outside the cage was teh only thing letting you knew you were dying yet. That is until the cage door swung open and a burly man came thorugh, eyes set on you as you laughed. Murphy just stared at you astounded at your reaction as the man threw you over his shoulder. He was bigger than any of the grounders you'd killed, but if you needed to you told yourself you'd find a way to save yourself, that is if you wanted to be saved.

Your body hit the ground as he dropped you, having brought you to another room away from Murphy. You hadn't stopped laughing as looked down at you a knife in his hand as you were left weaponless. You didn't know if you were going to get out of it this time.

His eyes pierced through his armor as they narrowed, causing your laughs to die down leaving a smirk on your face. “I could kill you, Sky girl.”

You found your solution. He could kill you. "But you won't."

“And what makes you think that.”

“Well, for starters, if you were going to kill me, you would’ve just done it, instead of saying you were. And second of all, you need me to learn about our camp. So no I don’t think you’ll kill me, Grounder.” You had gotten to your feet during your speech, knowing you were completely on point. One second you stood tall and proud at your revelation before a smack resounded in the air and you were on the ground, clutching your cheek as you started to laugh again.

"You laugh now, but soon you won't be able to." His voice chilled you as you pushed yourself up, stopping his hand as went for another slap, pushing your fist into his face.

"We'll see about that." You were cut off as another man came up behind you, hitting you in the head as you fell, groaning. You tried to push yourself up again, only to fall back in exuastion. Your head was bleeding as they picked you up, tossing you back into the cage as you rolled onto your side. Murphy was quick to help you, leaning you against the wall as you pushed him away.

"Don't touch me." you seethed as his hands flew off you. You wiped off some blood on your face as you eyed him, watching him check you over as if he actually cared.

"I was just trying to help."

You shook your head as you laid down, telling him that you were going to try and get some sleep as he agreed.

"Y/N! Y/N! You need to wake up." Murphy whispered, shaking you from your slumber. You mumbled a response, slapping him as you opened your eyes. It's been 3 days of you locked up with Murphy and at this point it's actually been better than it was when you were alone. They tortured you, sure, but you didn't have to fight for your life, they werent going to kill you. You didn't have to worry about acid fog or someone trying to kill you in your sleep. But now here you were Murphy waking you up in the middle of the night as you stared at the open cage door. You met Murphy's eyes as you both decided what you were going to do.

"Run." you said as you both surried out the both, checking for grounders around you before dashing out the forest. You were a few miles away when you finally stopped to catch your breath. You finally got a good look at Murphy, dark bags surrounding his eyes as blood coated his face, traveling up into his hair. You didn't look much better, at least he was covered in only his own blood. At this point you didn't know how much of the blood on you was actually yours.

"So what now?" You shook your head, huffing from your recent marathon as he thinks out loud. "We have to keep moving. I don't know how many grounders there are around us. We- we could go back to camp." You didn't say anything, still shaking your head as you both start moving again, heading in any way you could. "We could go back to camp." he said one more time, determined to get you to put your input in. "Y/N."

"No. I'm not going back there." He stopped as you kept moving, not caring if he was with you or not.

"Y/N. You'll die out here if you don’t."

You scoffed as you turned your head to him. "Made it this long haven't I?" You heard him mumble something as you slowed down. "Look, Murphy. Camp's about a day that way." You pointed to your left, knowing exactly where you were, you've been by here to many times to not know this area. "If you want to go back. Go. But I'm not going with you. and I would appreicate it if you didn't let them know I'm alive."

He licked his lips, placing his hands onto his hips showing he wasn't going to argue with you. "Just stay safe ok." You couldn't help but chuckle at him.

"Why do care if I'm safe." You sassed before you saw his face soften at you. You didn't know what to say. Murphy being... well like this was something you'd never thought you'd see. "I'll be fine Murphy. Try not die, too. And please don't tell them I was with you." He nodded before walking the way you pointed, leaving you standing there trying to figure out where to go. You didn't have any weapons. No protection, no new clothes, nothing. Your feet hurt from running but you needed to move. The light of morning caused your head to pound from not being used to brightness. You watched your back for grounders, making sure no one was sneaking up on you. You were about to rest before movement caught your eye, ducking behind a tree waiting for him to pass before he decided to speak.

"Y/N?" He whispered as you froze, slowly glancing around the tree as your jaw dropped.

"Lincoln?"

Part 10

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[siredtofictionalmen]

Insecurity 1: Being Overweight

Disclaimer: Everyone has gone through different experiences and this is my expierence. This falls into my number one insecurity and I need to let it out.

Warnings: fat shaming

Growing up I was thin, I ate whatever I wanted; chips, soda, junk food, fast food and never gain weight. Until I entered middle school I hit puberty and thats when I began to gain weight. Middle school was when I began to be more weight conscious. It was when I learn what the doctor would measure on the scale. How junk food made you gain weight. Learn how to starve myself and went through emotional suffering for something so insignificant; my weight.

For the years to come, I believe the numbers on a scale determine my worth and that I wasn’t “good enough, beautiful enough” because of the number on the scales, the shape of my body.

I wasn’t obese but I wasn’t model skinny nor was I thin. I was chubby. I had stomach rolls and I could never get rid of them. Wherever I was, I felt utter shame. I dont remeber a day in middle school were I felt confident, not even one. Sadly my family was there everyday to remind that I wasn’t thin, and that if I ever wanted to be I wouldn’t achieve it by eating like that, as my grandma would love to point out.

It all starts one day it was the first month of school. I had gotten my period for the fourth time and I remeber coming back from school. My grandma had gotten us McDonald’s to eat and I remeber there being chicken sandwhiches. The joy on my face when I saw McDonald’s soon would be let down by my grandma who passed me a salad. I frowned confused, I look at her and she told me it was for me. I told her its not what I like and she said I know but it’s healthy you need to change your habits the pounds you are putting on your getting fat. I quietly ate my salad quickly and went to the restroom. My grandma lived in a studio so the only room for privacy was the bathroom. I look at myself, pinch my chubby stomach and cried. Tears flowed down my cheek and I remeber tasting them when they came to lips how they tasted much better than the salad I just ate. Ashamed of my fatness I just sat on the toilet. I was 11 at the time and when my mom came home to pick me up my grandma made some more comments about my weight to my mother. I love my grandma and I know she did it because she cared for me but the way she made me feel that day and the rest of the years to come could have been avoided. I never enjoyed my middle school life because of my “guilt” of being fat.

The middle school I went to was so much worse. It was by a rich area and all the girls there were already wearing crop tops and short shorts. Like COME ON YOUR 12!!! Like how can the parents let them dress like that. Anyway I remeber most of the girls being skinny. I remember envying them and thier looks. I beat myself up everyday because I didn’t have the ideal body, skinny. I felt ugly because of it and I was depressed and because of it I never enjoyed my middle school.

The people who fat shamed me the most was my family. I have mentioned my grandma but lets talk about my mother. I love my mom and I know she loves me but I think some comments could have been avoided. I remeber once I was in 8th grade I was with my mother and she was talking to my aunt and my girl cousin about losing weight and then she said oh yes she needs to lose weight too, look at her hippo legs. She began to laugh, i chuckled looking at my legs so did my aunt and my cousin awkwardly laughed. I remeber that night I went to bed and I couldn’t stop staring at my legs I would squeeze them and the thought about cutting some of my flesh with a knife occured to me. I knew that wouldn’t help and I remeber thinking whats wrong with me. Who have I become. I never felt happy anymore I always wanted to be alone. I never wanted anybody to see me. I was ashamed, embarrassed of my chubbiness. My mom would take me to a restaurant and she would see an omd guy friend. I remeber him saying wow she getting taller. My mom would laugh and say yes she getting bigger and from the sides also. I would smile I hated that so much like she fat shames me enogh I dont need other peoples opinions on my weight. He never commented on it though and he was respectful when it came to me.

I started starving myself after new years. I was in the second semester of the 8th grade. I starved myself for two weeks and you could see change. I was becoming thinner, I was getting closer to what I always wanted to be skinny and beautiful. I remeber my grandma congratulated me but on the third week I couldn’t keep it up I began to eat much more than before and before I knew it I had gained weight and probably more than I was before. My grandma said it was such a shame. I remeber her frowning and nodding her head.

Highschool was so much better. I couldn’t believe it people were nice and it wasn’t like mean girls. Majority of girls at my school were chubby, thicc, overweight. I saw some thin but I felt like I fit in. I began to feel confident, comfortable in my own skin. My best friend was thin and I remeber her complaining because some girl called her skinny. I remebering wishing that’s something I could complain about and instantly I becam insecure again. I shrugged it off the next day. I felt ridiculous.

My best friend could eat whatever she wants and she couldn’t gain weight. I was jealous, envious I wish for her metabolism. I remeber telling her as a compliment that her fingers were long and she must of took it as offensive because the next thing she said was look at yours there fat. I remeber telling her that I meant it as a compliment and that I wish I had skinny fingers like her. She said my fingers were cute that they were tiny and that guys like tiny fingers.

I remeber my friend would call herself flat and I would always tell her shut up she has good body proportions. I told her she may not have big boobs but she has decent ones. I remeber telling her that at least her stomach wasn’t bigger than her boobs. At least she didn’t look deformed like me. She told me I wasn’t deformed and that I had a big ass. I would smile pretending that I was comforted when in fact I felt sick because I also had a big stomach.

My confidence really went up in highschool during freshman year when guys were lining up for me. FOR MEEE!!! I was surprise my mom once told me only fat ugly guys would be attracted to me if I continued at the weight I was. I was fed up and told her so what fat guys arent always ugly and they might actually have manners. Just because someones fat doesn’t mean they are ugly. At least I wouldn’t attract abusive alcoholics. I told her that and then I felt really bad. My dad was an alcoholic and so was her new boyfriend. It didn’t stop her from fat shaming me. I remeber she told me I can’t see move your fat ass legs. I cried that night. I remeber three different guys asked me to homecoming and they were fine as hell. I was surprise they liked me and even if a guy wasn’t that attractive and ask me out I still would have given him a chance being an expert with feeling ugly.

My friend constantly nagged about how no one had asked her to homecoming and how three guys already asked me. She called herself fat a couple of times saying she wasn’t pretty enough because she had been getting fat. I reminded her that she was beautiful and that she wasn’t fat and even if she was she would still be beautiful. She continued to call herself fat. During 6th peiriod she called herself fat a couple of times when let me remind you she was model thinnnnn. Skinny af!! I didn’t say anything because I felt like she could complain. I remeber a guy who sat in front of her and next to me would taalk to us. She went up to him and said I feel fat. He said you aren’t fat and hugged her. After she stop complaining. This just reminds me how most girls define thier worth from guys when we shouldn’t. Guys shouldn’t build our confidence but we should ourselves. I remeber making a vow whether I had guys lining up for me or not I would never let myslef down.

Now I barely finished my tenth grade and Im still overweight. Now that I dont let my mothers comments get to me and feel more confident I have more energy. I started exercising and still struggling with my eating habbits. What I learned and continue learning is that your weight does not define your worth. And fat shaming does not work. I read stuff online about how fat shaming motivates people to lose weight. As someone who has been fat shamed it just makes people hate themselves more and in my case I felt depressed. Depression only gave me less energy and no motivation whatsoever. Fat shaming is not the answer. First accept your body for what it is then if you want to make minor changes go for. Lose weight gain weigh whatever makes you happy but never let yourself down in order to achieve it. Remember weight does not equal worth or beauty. Your beautiful whatever shape you are. This is my experience and it still continues today. Also anyone can feel worthless even skinny ppl. If ur skinny friend cals herself fat remind her that she is not and that fat does not equal beauty. Never respond with look at me Im a cow. Never put yourself down to make someone else feel better and never put someone else down to mane ur self feel better.

[mcl-sailorlydia]

Hi!

Man it’s been so long since i’ve been here, I hope everyone is doing great <3 Ngl it kinda makes me sad that the first thing i’m posting is a rant lol, but idk I want to let my opinions out abt everything, the new game, how shady beemov is, would I still bang castiel in a heartbeat (the answer still is 100% yes), etc, so i’m gonna make items:

The new game, University Life: 

Not gonna lie as someone who’s currently in college I got excited when the news came out, I though it was gonna be a really cool idea. Needless to say my dreams were a lil crushed. Don’t get me wrong, I like the game (aside from a few things I’ll taalk abt later) but I don’t like the way it was handled i guess?

The whole ‘taking characters out just to put new ones in and act like nothing happened’ doesn’t really sit well with me, mainly bc it was such a big change and you gotta deal with it. I’m a castiel girl, always has, always been and i’m lucky he’s still there, but i can’t even imagine what it’s like to have your fave character be taken out OUT OF THE BLUE, given some bullshit excuse and then have other character thrown at your face. Don’t get me wrong, I like the new characters but i kinda miss the old ones.

The episodes and the PA system (shocker I know)

One thing I never understood is why Eldarya has a PA system that CLEARLY works and MCL has never changed it to be the same. Especially when they have a few workers  in both games.

I really don’t like the PA system, even since highschool MCL. As someone who’s been playing this game for like 5 or 6 years? and still is in episode 30 in MCL I was always really frustraded with it. Making you walk around in circles, waste toooooons of PA’s trying to find SOMEONE was awful but now being charged for TALKING? for saying NEXT? no fucking thanks. I’m a strong believer that if your game is free to play peopple shouldn’t be paying so they can play a bit more and not get stuck MID SENTENCE. 

Now about the episodes: I’m in episode 3, going to 4 and all I can say abt them is ‘meh’ nothing really interesting or exciting aside from castiel’s concert. Candy is being inmature af -as always-, Rosa is being honestly a really toxic friend, Nath is being this clearly very lost boy, Clemence is a really inapropiate? boss and that’s it. There’s nothing more.

The characters -both new and old-

These are all my opinions btw 

Yeleen: listent either she’s really good at sex or Castiel is REALLY desperate. There’s no way in hell I’m supposed to believe he would date someone like Amber in HS, nope not having it. Aside from a few nice parts she acts like she’s 15 all the time.

Melody: Can someone please tell beemov she can be something else aside of ‘the girl who’s crush doesn’t like her’ ? First Nath and now Rayan.

Rosa: what have they done to you my sweet summer child?! She was so nice and such a good friend and now she’s really intrusive? and bossy? wtf

Amber: really nice to see her change, but I also hope they don’t make everyone forgive her from one day to another.

Rayan: I find him lowkey creepy, I just don’t like profesor x student kind of things, sorry(?

Clemence: just really unlikeable.

Morgan: Lysander but gay, so far.

Hyun: An actual nice guy.

Chani: so far a really nice friend, she’s chill, i like her.

Nath: okay considering his story and how he was raised to be such a perfect guy I can see why he’s being literally the opposite.

Castiel: my love, stars in my eyes, I missed you<3 Am I the only one who actually understands why he treats Candy like that? We all know his story, we all know how he is, so why are people surprised when he acts cold and sarcastic to her after they broke up -clearly in not good terms- and she left town (scentially abandoning him, his biggest fear)? And yes he still owns my ass, specially after seeing his new look.

The game itself:

A few things I don’t like/understend is why they gave us the option to change our skin tone but not our hair, whyyyyyy? At least they could have made a few of the most popular wigs/newer ones for UL, Why are we not having any events? Why the hell are they taking so long to post the FAQ answers jfc?

Overall I like the idea of University Life but honestly I feel like it was kinda rushed, so many things could be better. I understand they can’t please everyone but they should listent to what a big part of the fandom, you know the people WHO PLAY THE GAME, are saying. They are providing a free game and it’s great but they can’t -well, shouldn’t- act like ‘it’s free so don’t complain about anything’.

Anyways sorry for the long post but i needed to rant.

[fourearseightpaws]

Updates on the dogs!

So Charlie my french bulldog has been perfect, I cannot remember the last time he has started a fight on a dog! He’s done so well. But I cannot let him get into the state of him playing with large breed dogs as he always takes it that one step further. But to us Focus and engagement is key 🔑 his eyes is always on me, or the ball. Puppy’s and smaller breeds I can trust 100%.

My Rottweiler Ruby well, what a character she has become since we’ve introduced her to new dogs in the house and since Charlie has lived with us. Although she is a tiny bit nervous with new dogs but fine after the initial meet, if a dog is to intense she will snap, won’t bite just snap. But recently we’ve slightly over come that and it hasn’t happened in a while. Having Rags staying which was our Dutch herder x GSD foster really done her good because that dude is intense as hell😹 on that note Rags is doing great with his new handler and has intial assessment with a police force soon. Having him made me want a herder or a mali or that cross between a gsd even more. I love their work ethic and I’m really missing doing but work/ protection training so much since Heidi has gone. Taalking about that Heidi is settled really well, a litter is planned with her and should be due next year, her health tests are excellent. She will be bred with herder x gsd and I’ve been offered a pup to keep back, which I said if I was going to get a new pup it would have to be of Heidi, and I will have 0 college, and will be able to bring my dog to work with me! Perfect timing. I’d be able to fulfil the needs unfortunately I just couldn’t do that for Heidi at the time. I would of been selfish if I didn’t let her go.

[redditnosleep]

A Stitch In Time

by sleepyhollow_101

My family history isn't all that interesting.

I've been getting into genealogy in recent years. It's really cool, reading about all the people who led up to... well, you. I've helped my friends uncover bits and pieces of their family histories. I discovered a drug dealer who fell asleep on some train tracks and lost his legs - he lived to be eighty-six. I found the death certificate of a twelve-year-old girl whose cause of death was: "victim of the beast."

As for my family, we haven't done much of note. The only person I found that had made a "splash," so to speak, was my great great Aunt Esther. She was the first female surgeon in the state, and she was rumored to be brilliant, a prodigy. In fact, after being rejected from dozens of medical schools, she marched into an admissions meeting at the local university and demanded the opportunity to show her skills. The board gave her a chance, hoping to watch her humiliate herself. Instead, she showed such a breadth of knowledge and skill that they admitted her on the spot, the university's first female student. Articles about her pop up once every few years when discussing women's contributions to medicine and our state's history.

I'd thought I'd learned everything there was to know about Esther. I'd read all the articles, gone through all her documentation that I could find online... I was ready to call it quits, happy with what I'd learned, when I got a call from my great Aunt Margaret.

You see, Aunt Margaret is getting on in age - she's in her eighties already - and is going to move to a new city to be closer to her daughter. She'll be moving into an apartment and, as such, needs to get rid of some of her old things. One of those things was a trunk of items she'd inherited from her mother, Esther's sister.

Esther had never married, and so all of her possessions stayed in our family. Margaret had taken ownership of it at her mother's request, leaving it to sit and rot up in her attic. When she happened upon it while cleaning out her things, she immediately thought of me.

"I knew you'd been looking for more information about our family, so I thought you might like to see it!" she'd said. "You can take it off my hands and do what you want with it. My daughter has no interest in it. Honestly, it will probably end up just getting thrown away. At least this way you can see if there's anything interesting or worthwhile in it."

I couldn't stand the thought of letting that trunk be thrown away - even though our family history wasn't that interesting, it was still OUR history. And who knows, maybe something in there was worthwhile. So I agreed to make the drive to pick up the trunk.

When I got there, she had hauled it downstairs - much to her daughter's consternation - and opened it up so we could look through it together.

Going through the trunk was fascinating and reminded me of why I fell in love with genealogy. We found two journals in good condition, which I resolved to read thoroughly later. We also found several papers, including Esther's birth certificate and her diploma.

But what really caught my attention was what we found at the bottom of the trunk.

It was a huge, beautiful quilt with colors that were still as bright as the day it must have been stitched. On several of the squares, a name had been embroidered, each done in a different style. There were twelve in all.

"Ah, I'd almost forgot about that," said Aunt Margaret. "That Esther was in that stitching club."

Margaret seemed content to let the matter die there. It wasn't until I prompted her that she continued.

"Well, when Esther moved into the area, she didn't have any friends. She wasn't married so she didn't meet any of the other couples. But she was very skilled at embroidery and quilting. She managed to get together some ladies who were similarly interested and they made this quilt together. Each one designed a square and embroidered it, then stitched their name on it. The result is what you see here. They got on very well indeed. I'm sure Esther was sad to leave them when she moved on to the next town to attend school."

"Well, what happened to the ladies?" I asked, tracing a name with the tip of my finger. "Did they keep in touch with Esther?"

Aunt Margaret shrugged, but her smile was just a touch mischievous. "Well, I'm sure I wouldn't know any of that. But I bet you could find out, couldn't you?"

She'd backed the right horse.

I took everything in the trunk - even the few dresses and odds and ends of clothing that nobody would think to wear now - and headed home, determined to uncover the mystery that was Esther.

Looking back on it now, I ended up doing things somewhat backwards. I should have started with the journals. First-hand accounts from the woman I was researching? That's gold. However, I was too fascinated by the quilt itself. I decided to start by seeing what I could find about the names listed - I could always check the journals later if I came up empty.

Maybe if I'd done things the proper way, I would have discovered the truth sooner.

First, I made a list of the names. I'll include shorthand versions here, so as to preserve the anonymity of Esther's sewing mates.

They are as follows:

Esther T. (My great great aunt.) Ruth V. Ruth S. Taalke P. Maud V. Greta A. Shirley C. Tabitha G. Elizabeth R. Elizabeth V. Mary C. Annabell T.

Twelve names in all. Based on the information Aunt Margaret gave me, I was able to estimate where they lived, at least while they were working on the quilt with Esther - in a township about fifty miles from where I currently live. That constraint would narrow down my search considerably.

I started with the Internet. Of course, these women lived in the mid-to-late 1800s, so I wasn't hopeful about digital records. I figured that many of the records hadn't been digitized at all. I was right, but the ones that had been piqued my suspicion.

The first two I came across were Ruth and Maud V. They were sisters only two years apart, and gotten married on the same day... to brothers. I found a digitized article discussing the affair. It's small-town news, the kind of thing that shouldn't be noteworthy, but is to people who have nothing better to gossip about.

The article was paired with another - a double obituary. Both girls had died in 1887. At least, they were presumed dead. They'd disappeared together, much to everyone's surprise. Apparently they had happy marriages, according to their neighbors. My immediate guess was that they weren't so happy after all. It's possible they had simply run away and their obituaries were premature, but two bodies were found downriver a few months later. They were too decayed to positively identify, but they were female and in the same age range as the sisters. They were buried with the sisters' names and that was the end of that.

It made sense that these articles were digitized, I decided. After all, it was a strange case with a terrible ending - plus, the site I found them on was dedicated to "unsolved mysteries" in our state. I thought my search would be less fruitful with the other women.

It's almost shocking how wrong a person can be, especially when they think they have it all figured out already.

I found obituaries for six of the other women: Taalke P., Annabell T., Tabitha G., both Elizabeths, and Mary C. What started off as a strange coincidence soon became a disturbing pattern.

Each and every woman - disappeared.

Only one was found and positively identified - Mary C. Her body was found in a shallow grave in the woods several miles outside of town. She wouldn't have been found, except that a dog had unearthed her corpse and its owner had happened upon her remains. She had been missing for about a week when she was found. The doctors were able to discern that her body had been carved open and several organs had been removed. Crudely. A picture that was taken prior to her disappearance was included in the obituary. She looked familiar, but I couldn't place how or why. The police had launched an investigation and concluded she was likely murdered by a drifter - a curfew was then implemented for the women and children of the town and continued for six months.

At this point, my search hit a roadblock. The remaining obituaries and documents had yet to be digitized. What had happened to Shirley C., Greta A., and Ruth S.? I had to know.

The next day, I contacted the county historian for Esther's township. I told her what I was looking for and she assured me she would find all existing documents pertaining to the women. She agreed to fax them over once she had found them.

I spent the next several days organizing the information I'd found while I waited for the documents. When I was finished with that, I found myself wondering. What had happened to these women? But, more importantly... why? Were they being targeted because of the embroidery club? Or did the threat extend to all women in the town? How long did the murdering go on? In the end, how many women died?

My answer came quickly.

First, Shirley C. I received a death certificate and an obituary. Another woman gone missing. She would have been the first to disappear, in early 1886. The obituary commented that she had had several mental breaks before and it was quite likely she had gone off and killed herself. As such, no investigation had been conducted. Another article that the historian included showed that Shirley's husband had remarried six months later.

Greta A. disappeared in 1889 while on an outing with Ruth S. The two women had gone walking near the lake and vanished, never to be seen again. The obituaries cited the lake as a dangerous area where many a young lady had drowned. A separate article in the township paper had advised women to stay away from the lake that summer and to watch their children carefully, lest they should run off and drown.

The final article that the historian sent me was about the embroidery club itself. The article stated that it had been organized by "local spinster, Esther T." A picture was included that showed the women posing together by the half-completed quilt. Esther stood in the back, looking sternly at the camera. Looking at her sent a shiver down my spine.

Twelve women. Eleven disappeared, possibly murdered. All except for one: my great great Aunt Esther.

Why?

I read and reread each article, looking for more clues, more details. When that failed to produce anything worthwhile, I turned to the journals.

In my obsession with the quilt, I'd completely forgotten about them. I wasn't sure there'd be any information in them - I didn't even know if they had belonged to Esther or not. But I decided it was worth looking.

The first journal was really just a collection of notes that Esther had taken on her studies. She'd clearly used it a lot - the pages were stained, probably with coffee based on how dark they were. She went into great detail on anatomy, illustrating each and every nook and cranny on the human body. Her meticulousness was impressive - it was easy to see why she was the first female surgeon in the state.

There was nothing personal in that journal, and a bunch of anatomy notes weren't going to help me solve the mystery. Putting it aside, I reached for the next one.

You know, the interesting thing about books is that, if nobody reads them, they lose all meaning. It doesn't matter how important or how strange or how beautiful a story is - without an audience, it's a shout into a void that can't answer back. And of course, once a book is opened, it can't always be shut. Some stories, once heard, echo in human history forever.

This was one of those books.

The first page was entitled "Shirley C."

It read as follows:

"Met her in the park near Winchester St. Followed me home, no witnesses. Easy to subdue. Had trouble breaking the sternum - a better method is required. Was able to remove most organs without incident, save the lungs - ribcage is a challenge. Process was slow and messy - I am in much need of practice. Disposal went on without incident - weighted down in the river."

A drawing followed. It was a sketch Esther had made of a young woman's body, her insides on display. It was labeled, like the sketches in her other journal. And, like those sketches, there was a smear of something stained onto the page. Something I had assumed was coffee when reading through Esther's notes.

I began to feel dizzy.

I made it through only a few more entries, including the two sisters Ruth and Maud, who posed a challenge for Esther: "They fought hard. Ruth nearly escaped. Will try to take only individuals next time - any more than that is just trouble."

I stopped reading then, unable to continue. My world spun on its axis as I realized what this meant, what I was reading.

What nobody had read for over a century.

My first thought was I have to call somebody. But who? Do I call the police and report a murderer that's long dead and in the ground? And not just any murderer, but one who is revered as the first female surgeon our state has every seen. A boundary-breaker who forged a path towards equality in medicine. Would it even be considered enough evidence? Sure, there's a confession, but how can it be proved that she truly wrote it?

My mind was a tangled mess as I picked up the journal once again, to continue reading or to burn it, I couldn't decide. That's when a letter fell out from the pack pages.

It was still sealed in its envelope. It was addressed "to whom it may concern." I guessed that was me.

Although it was... I guess potential evidence... I opened it anyway, my fingers shaking and leaving sweat marks on the brittle paper.

To whom it may concern:

It is clear to me that this it the most efficient way to learn what so many schools have refused to teach me. It is, perhaps, the only way. These lives, you must understand, are sacrificed for a greater cause. Think on the lives I can save, if only these few make the sacrifice! Only I have the skill - I am convinced of that. I need only cultivate it.

I fear my work will be interrupted when it is discovered what I have done. I only hope to do what I can in the years I have remaining as a free woman. Whatever my punishment, I will gladly accept it. Anything is worth breaking free from the prison that has been built for me.

Esther.

Those few words swayed me. They convinced me.

I went to the police the next morning, once I'd gathered all the information that I could. I thought they would dismiss it as unimportant, but they were just as fascinated and horrified as I was. As a consequence, they were devoted to cracking open the case for the rest of the world to see.

Esther's belongings are now on display in a local museum. Her story has been running in local papers constantly for the past few weeks, ever since I brought matters to light. I expect that it will become national news after a while.

My Aunt Margaret is no longer speaking to me, along with several other members of my extended family. She feels that the dead are best left alone and that I did nothing but hurt our family by making the story public. I'd always assumed that Margaret hadn't really looked at anything in the trunk, never had the opportunity to make the discovery herself. Perhaps I was wrong.

Esther is no longer a hero. She's a villain, and I refuse to take the blame for it. I couldn't stand to let time enshrine her as something she wasn't. Maybe the world needed her to be a hero. But that's not the truth. And sometimes, the truth is more important, even if it hurts.

As for me, I went to see the exhibit once and only once. Seeing everything on display like that was... disturbing. I saw that they had put the dresses on display as well. I almost walked by that without looking at it when suddenly, it hit me.

The picture of Mary C., the one that had looked so familiar. I understood now.

I looked at the dress that I'd assumed belonged to Esther, my mind suddenly matching it to the dress Mary was wearing in the picture. My eyes strayed to the dark brown stains on the cuffs.

All the way home, it echoed in my brain like a story that just won't die.

[michaelmilkers]

So... one of my friends just came out as trans and I have like... not that much knowledge considering that topic, but I wanted to learn, so I asked him why (how she knew etc.) and he told me he just felt more comfortable, when people weren't staring at his breasts the whole time etc. and then we got interrupted, but... since I have no clue about what it means to be part of the LGBTQ+ community... is that I valid reason to be trans? I want to taalk to him, but I'm kinda afraid? Please educate me!

hi. first of all good job coming to a trans person about this and asking questions and attempting to understand. couple things:1. always refer to a trans person using the correct pronouns, even when you are talking about them in the past before they came out. dont say things like "back when he was a she" or something like that either. the correct phrasing would be "before he came out" or "before he transitioned"2. i can understand you being curious, but the truth is there really is no such thing as a valid or invalid reason to be trans. people arent trans for a reason, they just are. there can be indications or "signs" that make a person realize they are trans, but those are different for everyone and everyone goes at their own pace in terms of discovering themselves. there is no incorrect way to be trans and trans people come in all different forms with different experiences. also, i'm guessing your friend volunteered that information to you, however please refrain from asking questions about a trans person's body. that information is just as private for a trans person as it is for a cis person. good luck to you and your friend!

[noidvevo]

hi im angry and wanna post my opinion bc my friends dont care thanks

so i saw a post taalking about how marvel has no diversity and how terrible it is that theyre not making a black widow solo film11!1! and i jist wanna say,,,, no natasha as a character has been developed. she doesnt need anymore. its like giving hawkeye a solo film. hAWKEYE isnt tthat important (as much as i love comic clint, mcu clint can nuck my suts) and yeaH! DIVERSITY IS COOL! REPRESENTATION IS AWESOME! but to say marvel doesnt have those things,,,, in 2017,,, its,, something another thing about natasha, she has a very high chance to die in infinity war. like, yeah. i have no idea when scarjo's contract runs about (im not gonna bother checking either) but, black widow got her devolpment in avengers, age of ultron, the one ironman shes in, the winter soldier. basically every movie she was in. to give natasha her solo after she dies is,,,, scummy my dudes. even if she does survive infinity war AND avengers 4, what happens next. by then scarjos contract will run out, and replacing an actor is difficult. by then we'll have captain marvel (my girl), by then we'll have phase four, core avengers are gone. the new guys come along yeah it sucks. i like black widow (just a bit) and the small part of me that does love her wishes she had a solo movie. but, her time has past. its too late for a movie about her. again, if were gonna give widow a movie, why not hawkeye? why not wanda? (that would be difficult considering how p i c k y fox is) hell why not falcon? because they're side characters. yeah, the character you stan isnt gonna get as much screen time as captain america or spiderman. that sucks! buts what sells. who even knew widow before avengers? who even know clint before avengers?? captain america? they know him. falcon? no. iron man? they know him too. riri williams? yeah people know her but she isnt a developed character just a character to appeal to yalls agendas but thats a rant for another day. tl;dr: widow doesnt need a solo film. shes a developed character. giving her development after she dies is vile. yall ned to chill. dont @ me

[rebekbeks]

1/16

sooo it WAS A GOOD DAY

today I went to get kbbq with Dionna and Ron and it’s been HELLA long like lol to the point where idk what to say around them anymore I’m not used to being around them. We caught up a bit and we talked our usual shit. She asked about PCN and I told her a bit about Countdown and all that & she told me about her parties she’s been to/ held and Dionna asked if I was talking to anyone and I was like lol I told her the situations with both and she was like why do you always get the weirdest mfs and IT TRUE I always get guys that need to be “fixed” or something and need me to be the fuckin guy it’s annoying anyways Dionna didn’t really give me her two cents besides giving me the vibe of find someone else which I’ll just stick to doing whateva tf I want and if someone wants to be apart of that well WELCOME ABOARD

they paid for my meal but I’m gonna venmo dionna later when I have money but lol it was good seeing them and it was good to see that they’re doing very well and enjoying each other’s company now. I think I need to see Dionna without Ron tho just because it’s easier to taalk to her about things and she’ll just tell me everything about anything