#when the doctors explained to red what was happened he legit freaked the fuck out (obviously)

[multishipper-baby]

This is pretty dark but with the whole health issues and complications, I like to think there was a moment (even if only a brief one) where baby Deya wasn't breathing when she was just born and it was horrifying for everyone.

[lovebanqtan]

Min Yoongi As a Boyfriend

a/n= .angst warning a lot of fluff, NSFW

-He cares for you so much. But refuses to show it around the guys, and gets so flustered when little outbursts

-like maybe you fell asleep on his chest/lap (happens literally every week) and Hobi will point it out and cue the whole group aweing over you as he’s trying to keep them quiet so you can sleep. As he knows how hard you work, as does he.

-He is forgetful of how much he works, and when he comes home to a pissed off you on the point of tears.

-“Babygirl?” He asks. He drops off his laptop case on the counter and tries to stumble his way in the dark. He then hears it. Your quiet sobs coming from your bedroom.

-He’d try his best to comfort you. But he knew the reason you were crying was A) it was 4 am and you haven’t slept because he’s an asshole. B) you cooked him dinner but ended up inviting the guys over for it, as you had explained to him

-that night he had never felt like such a dick, and he promised to spend more time with you, instead of in the studio. 

-and he did. 

- did I mention how loving this boy is?

- Days that he has off, he spends it in bed with you at least till noon, wrapped around each other.

- If he is on tour he makes the local flower shop send you a different type of flower every day, with “I love you so very much.” In whatever country he is in language. 

- If you're having trouble with something, let's say you need to write a paper for work or college, and it's stressing you out? He got you. He will legit not mind if you eat your stress away in chocolates, he’ll even provide them. Or if you just need him to proofread it, he’ll give constructive criticism. 

“Babe, your tone sounds like your talking to an elementary schooler, and not a bunch of college kids. Maybe change it?” 

-When he is on tour, he’d make you a Spotify playlist of all the songs that remind him of you. And during facetime, he’d make you guess which one was his favorite and if you guessed correctly, he would sing it for you. Which most the time led to you crying.

-If you went out with your best friend, which he hated, but he not possessive like that, he would send a driver to wait for you and would have water and Tylenol for when you got home. Your favorite pajamas ready.

-You both had ups and downs. Sickness and in health right?

- When you were sick, oh my god was he freaking out. Especially when it was bad. Like the one time, you had pneumonia and was in the hospital, Namjoon was basically ordering him to go home and take a shower. He did, but he couldn’t get that image out of his head. The tube down your throat pumping the liquid out of your lungs and also forcing you to breathe. It had him fucked up. 

-The next day when you woke up choking on the tube, and when basically the doctors had to quickly remove it because you were choking on it so bad. Yoongi was teary-eyed and standing there breathing hard. 

- “You just get here or something?” Your voice gravely, you managed to choke out.

- He started to laugh so hard, he had to sit down. While you didn’t think it was funny because you couldn’t talk for the next week.

-You're barely depressed anymore, but god when it does come around. It comes around. And Yoongi knows. You won’t leave the bed for days except to work, and you won’t eat. He starts to get frustrated. Finally, he gives in.  He drags you to his studio, and your complaining all the way.

-“Yoongi, I really don’t need to go. I’m really tired also, why even bring me.”

-“You're a brick if you think I haven’t caught on. So I’m trying to cheer you up.”

- He flashes that famous gummy smile at you and you feel a little better. He didn’t succeed first try, you must admit. What really made you feel better, was cuddling on his couch in the dark as the soft piano playing in the background. And you felt safe. Safe from the demons inside your head, because your boyfriend's arms were wrapped tightly around you, as you had sobbed into his chest and told him everything that was going through your mind. 

-“Yoongi, I don’t even, I don’t know what to do anymore. It’s so bad. I just- I just want it to stop. Please make them stop.” You cried into his chest.

-“It's okay.” He shushed kissing your head. Rubbing circles on your back. “It's okay, I’ll make them go away. I’ll roast them and they’ll be too afraid to come back.” 

-“Yeah?” You asked.

-“Hey, demons!” He yelled turning his head away to face the ceiling so he wouldn’t hurt your ears. “What gives you the right to hurt my girl? If anything it should be my right to hurt you for hurting my girl! But your too much of a coward and hide inside of her pretty head!” 

-You laugh look at him. Smiling that gummy smile again. 

-“Finally. Mission accomplished.” 

-You spent the rest of the night like that, until like 9pm. When you got so hungry you were shaking and he ordered take in.

-Big question.

-How is he in bed?

-No question Yoongi is a dom. 5/7 will be kinky shit, but if you're stressed or something, he will literally just eat you out until your begging him and pushing him away. 

-“Want me to stop use your safeword. My job is to make sure my baby is not stressed out, however, if she doesn’t stop moving I’ll tie her down and continue my business.” He says as he pumps a finger in you and your legs twitch.

-Hella into cockwarming. In the studio, he’ll just have you sit on his lap while he’s inside you. And God forgives you if you fuck him trying to get yourself off.  

-“You want to get yourself off? huh? Tell me now, are you getting off?” He would ask as he held a vibrator on high against your clit and fucked hard into you. You screaming out his name. 

-He has a rule that if you don’t let him know when you cum, he’ll make you cum two times and you better let him know each time or that another 4

-If you hadn’t realized it, he loves overstimulating you and seeing the fucked out look on your face when you guys are done.

- he loves the next day when you're limping around and all the members look at him weirdly. or when one of the maknaes (specifically Tae) spot one of your hickeys because your shorts were too high, and Tae nearly dies on the spot because of how littered your thighs are. 

-he loves it when you beg. he will eat you out for hours, and look at you clenching around nothing, and finally, you will give in and beg. 

“Yoongi, please. please please I can’t take it anymore. Please fuck me.”

- when the deed is done he will cuddle you whispering how good you did into your hair. He’ll finally get up and go turn on the shower for both of you.

- But it took a while to get to this point don’t get me wrong.

- You had known him for a long time. You weren’t instantly like this. You had told him you loved him so many times, and he started to cry because he said, “I don’t want to get hurt.”

-Finally one night, he decided. You weren’t doing anything special, just playing Mario cart with Jungkook and Tae, and suddenly Yoongi walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your shoulders. 

-”Are you okay?” You ask him after asking Tae and Jungkook for a second. They hopped on their phones, nodding after pausing their screens.

- “I need to tell you something.” He smiles that famous gummy smile known to Armys internationally. 

-”What's up?” You ask worriedly. 

-He pulls you in and you swear you’ve never been happier at these words. 

-”I love you. I love you so much. And I know you won’t hurt me because you love me too, and I could hurt you just as bad and I love you and  I can’t live without you. And I’ve been dying to say these words for so long. But I was so afraid. I’m not anymore. I’m going to make up for a lost time, I promise. “ He says so slow and sweet into your ear, and you swore you heard his voice crack as if he was crying.

-“Your right, I couldn’t hurt you because you know I can’t live without you either genius. I love you too much to even say your dumb.” You laugh a little. And look up and see Taehyung and Jungkook filming the two of you.

- “Brats! Get back here or I’ll tell Jin to beat you both with his spoon!”

- Everything and I means everything has been different since then. 

- Of course, that's not how he asked you out.

- 2 years ago,  it was right after their  BTS Memories of 2017. And the members were celebrating a successful night.  Being Yoongi’s best friend, you had been invited too.  

-Yoongi was more than focused that night. Because he had an objective. He had liked you for a while, and he knew you liked him. He could see it, that admiration look. 

-That admiration looks that fans have, that he first recognized in you, and compared to fans at fan meetings. Its how he tells if their fake or not.

-You have had it since he first started talking to you. And he wonders why. But now he realized he has the same look for you because Namjoon calls it “heart eyes”

-As he walks up to you, Jungkook notices him. 

-“Ah, Noona I’ll give you and Hyung some time.” And Jungkook walks to the other side of the Restaurant where the rest of his hyungs are.

-You turn around to face a stern-faced, blonde yoongi. But also looks like a kitten at the same time? Kitten licks on your- shut up brain. You turn slightly red before talking.

-“Yeah? Whats up?” You ask him.

-“I need to talk to you...” He says lowly, eyeing the 95 liners whispering about him. “alone preferably.”

-“Okay, whatever you want.” You smile sheepishly at him, lowkey kind of drunk already.

-He grabs your wrist gently and drags you outside. 

-”y/n remember when you told me you liked me?” he says looking straight into your eyes.

-”Yeah. and you never gave me an answer.”

-” I’m giving you one now. I like you a lot. And I’d be really happy if you were to date me..”

Your eyes tear up and you look down. 

“Why are you crying?” He asks grabbing your face and pressing your foreheads together. Not caring the members are practically pressed against the windows trying to watch.

“I feel like, I’ve been waiting so long. And it been so cold. And I’m finally warm haha. That's the only way I can explain it. I’m just so happy. Yes, of course, I’d date you stupid.” You stutter out.

The beginning of your life with Yoongi started here.

[cassercole]

the one where he has a kid (pt. 4/?)

SHIP: Q PROCTOR/STEVE ROGERS (QUEVE), PROCTOR-ROGERS FAMILY FEELS RATING: TEEN WORD COUNT: 2,572 PROMPT: INSPIRED BY @emiliachrstine‘s DRABBLE // An AU where Steve doesn’t know he has a teenage daughter. TAGGING: (permanent tag list): @whindsor @fraysquake @elenacarinandherfandoms,@peplumsandpitches, @editsbyjenny , @sgtbuckyybarnes​ , @chuck-hansens, @luucypevensie​ (those who encouraged it): @thegalanerd (WANT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAG LIST?)

( PART ONE ) ( PART TWO ) ( PART THREE )

Once the area was deemed safe and the evacuation buses had arrived, they started moving people out of the tents. For as often as these types of things happened, Bonnie would’ve thought they’d be a lot smoother than the chaos that was currently happening as people pushed and shoved to get onto an evacuation bus. She decided to wait for a bit till it calmed down, in no real hurry since there were no more imminent threats. 

Getting to her feet, a sharp stabbing sensation went through her lower abdomen. She groaned in pain, doubling over and clutching her side. Her shirt was damp like she had spilled water on it but when she pulled her hand away -- it was stained with red. The edges of her vision began to turn black as the room tilted like one of those rides her mom dragged her on when the carnival was in town. 

“Is everything okay?” she heard a distant voice ask, but she couldn’t remember how to reply. For the second time that day, she passed out -- crumpling down and hitting the ground with a thud. 

Steve was busy helping with getting people sorted and onto the correct evacuation buses when he caught sight of a medic carrying out an unconscious teenager from the tent. Even if he had just met her, he would know his daughter anywhere. His heart leapt to his throat and started pounding rapidly with a fear he didn’t know he could have. Moving through the crowd, he got to where the medics were strapping her onto a stretcher and then loading her into an ambulance. 

“Is everything okay?” he asked, glancing over his daughter’s frame and finally noticing the blossoming blood stain that was forming against her soft pink tanktop. It had a yellow star in the middle of it. 

“Something must’ve lodged in there during the battle and we must’ve missed it.” the medic explained. 

“Yeah, clearly.” Steve snapped out with a glare, a protectiveness for the girl coming out that he didn’t know he had until then, “Where are you taking her now?” he asked climbing into the ambulance with them.

“City Medical, sir, but--” the medic started to question or comment about his decision to come with them only to have Steve cut him off with a serious look that made it clear he wasn’t leaving. No one argued with him; he was Captain America after all. 

But despite being Captain America, he was still forced to sit in the waiting area. It was excruciating to do so and he found himself pacing the length of the area, one hand on his hip, the other rubbing over his chin. He kept glancing to the double doors they had taken Bonnie through, hoping each time he did that she would be coming through -- perfectly fine. 

Except the only person who came out was a doctor of some sorts, more legit than the medics at the triage area. He explained to Steve how a small piece of debris got lodged in her abdomen and how she must’ve been on so much adrenaline that she didn’t notice the pain at first. He continued by telling him that she would need surgery to extract the piece and make sure there was no internal bleeding.

“Do you have any contact information for her?” he finished with a motion of his hands, “Even just a last name would be helpful in trying to contact her parents.”

“I’m her father.” Steve answered without even thinking. A look of surprise flashed over the doctor’s face. Why wouldn’t it? No one knew or even expected Captain America to have a seventeen year old daughter. 

Still, he was smart enough not to ask any further questions, just nodded and directed him to sign some consent papers. After the doctor disappeared through the double doors, Steve settled himself down on one of the chairs. He was reminded that he should probably call Q and tell her what happened. If only he had a phone...Glancing over at the backpack of Bonnie’s things that the EMTs had left with him, he spotting her phone sticking out of her front pocket. That would work.

“Hi, baby, I just got the notification that the evac buses are leaving.” Q answered her phone while gathering up her keys and wallet, “I’m on my way, I’ll meet you there okay?”

“Q, it’s Steve….Rogers.” her husband’s voice came over the other line instead of her daughter’s. Following with their last name as if she knew other Steve’s who would be calling her from her daughter’s phone. 

“Steve? Where’s Bonnie?” she asked, tone dropping the cheeriness it originally had when she thought it was her daughter.

“She’s...we’re at the hospital --” 

“What?!” Q cut him off, heart jumping to her throat, “What happened? What hospital? Let me talk to her.” 

“I can’t -- she’s in surgery. They found a piece of debris in her abdomen. No one caught it when they were first checking her out, but she’s in surgery now.” he tried to reassure her, using the voice he used whenever he was placating someone stuck in the middle of an attack or whenever she was freaking out over the DVR deleting their House Hunters episodes. 

“What -- I -- oh my God.” she breathed out, pressing a hand to her forehead, “Are you sure she’s going to be okay?” 

“They have her in surgery right now, but we won’t know more until after.” he repeated though continued with the same tone, not wanting her to freak out even though she already was. 

“Fuck, okay, fuck.” she looked around herself as if searching for something she already had in her hands, “Okay, I’m on my way. What hospital are you at?” she asked and he relayed the information.

“Be careful. It’s a fucking nuthouse out there right now.” he referred to the alien attack that landed them in this situation in the first place. She agreed that she would be, then told him she would be there in two hours. “I’ll be here till you get here.” he promised her, hearing her pause on the other line.

“Thank you, Steve.” her voice was soft and his heart became heavy at the way there seemed to be much more meaning behind it. 

“Of course.” he nodded even though she couldn’t see him. They hung up shortly afterward and Steve slipped Bonnie’s phone back into her bag where he had found it. 

Curiosity tugged at his fingers. Her backpack probably contained so much he could use to learn about her. About his daughter. All he had to do was unzip the thing. He stared at it for a long moment, the soft yellow material reminding him of Q’s favorite color, but then forced himself to look away. No, he wasn’t going to snoop on his own daughter. That wasn’t right. 

Instead he tried to calm the anxiety that was currently running through his veins. Both at the thought of seeing his wife again after learning of the huge secret she had kept from him and from the fact that his daughter was in surgery because he couldn’t protect her when she needed him most. 

Time passed slowly. Slower than it ever had for him. There had been times where he had wished time had slowed down -- so he could enjoy the moments he had left with his wife before he had to leave. There had been times where he had wished time moved faster -- so he could get through all that standing in between him and home. This was one of these times. He couldn’t deal with the ever growing anxiety that kept mixing with small bursts of anger toward his wife. He felt like he was going insane. 

At one point, Bonnie’s phone trilled with some loud pop song Steve had never heard before, but had been clearly assigned to Q as her ringtone. When he answered, Q was already steamrolling over him before he could say hello. Traffic was terrible, multiple accidents, she wasn’t going to be there for a while, but could he please stay so Bonnie wasn’t alone when she woke up?

And she wasn’t. Bonnie couldn’t immediately tell who was in her room, but she could make out a figure sleeping in the chair opposite of her bed. The tv was on, but it was muted. The blinds on the window let a setting light spill through telling her it was still the same day, just a little later. Or at least she hoped so. She blinked, letting things come into focus more and seeing that the figure sitting in the chair was actually…

“Captain America?” she mumbled out, tongue feeling heavy. Somehow he managed to hear her, waking up a bit and then fully waking up once he realized her eyes were open. He slid forward on his chair, planting his elbows on his thighs and giving her a warm smile, “What happened?” she asked, regaining normal function of her speech abilities. 

“Hey, Bonnie.” he greeted her warmly, no signs of sleep coating his voice, “Your mom will be here soon. How are you feeling?” he asked, glancing over at the monitors she was obviously hooked up to. 

“Like I got stabbed.” she grimaced, feeling a tightness on her side when she tried to shift in the bed. He let out a small laugh and raised his eyebrows.

“Pretty accurate.” her brows furrowed, hand sliding down to her side to feel what was going on there,

“Wait, did I get stabbed?” she asked, not really remembering what happened that landed her in the hospital. Luckily, Captain America filled in the blanks. When he finished explaining, she let her head bob slowly in a nod, taking a look around the recovery room she was in before her eyes settled on his, “Why are you here?” she’d never heard of any of the Avengers taking people to hospitals and then staying with them until they were better. A part of her thought it was weird, a bigger part felt special and important. He opened his mouth and then shut it as if trying to come up with an answer. 

“I told you mom I’d make sure you’d get home safe. You aren’t home yet, are you?” he asked with an almost knowing smile. It almost reminded her of her mom, but she shook it off, thinking she just missed her mom. 

“Yeah, I guess.” she took in a breath and then shifted up on the bed, still a bit unsure of his answer. He clasped his hands together and changed the subject.

“Is there anything you need? Water or anything?” he asked with a raise of his eyebrows. She shook her head, telling him she was okay, “You’re a tough cookie, you know that?” he asked with a slight smile. She managed a snort and then coughed, then winced in a bit of pain,

“Thanks. I try to be.” she responded before pausing, only to follow up with, “I’m pretty sure my mom’s gonna kill me though.” He sat back in his chair and waved his hand in the air a bit, 

“No, she won’t.” he answered rather confidently for someone who had supposedly never met Bonnie’s mom, “I’m sure all she’s worried about is that you’re okay.” he assured her, matching her small smile with one of his own.

“Hopefully,” she glanced down at the blanket covering her, letting her fingers play with it, “She can be a little tough sometimes.” Steve couldn’t help but smile to himself because oh he knew. “This is so weird.” he heard her mumble after a moment. Her eyes flicked to his, realizing she had said it out loud. A blush not unsimilar to the one that he had seen color Q’s cheeks tinged hers, “Just the fact that you’re here. In my hospital room. After saving me -- twice.” she reminded him and he let out a soft laugh, “I don’t know,” she tilted her head back against the pillows, “I mean, I’ve learned a lot about you in school...and...now you’re here.” she gestured to him before sighing, “Like don’t you have more important things you’d rather being doing like saving the world?” she asked, not realizing that the moment he found out that she was his daughter, she had become his world. Still, saving face, he let out another laugh and let his hands fall onto his lap.

“I learned a long time ago that sometimes all you can do is save one person.” he didn’t mean for it to come out so serious, but it had. She nodded thoughtfully and he could see another question forming, just as he always could with Q. 

“How do you do it?” she asked, locking eyes with him, “Be so brave like that?” his breath got caught in the back of his throat. He certainly wasn’t expecting her to get so deep, so fast. But he should’ve; she was Q’s kid after all. And besides, no one ever really asked him that question before -- and honestly, he wasn’t sure he had an answer. He wasn’t always that sure how he was able to do the things he did. 

“I’ve been told I’m kind of an idiot for it actually.” he settled with, trying to lighten the mood, but knowing his response was true. Q had told him countless times how much of an idiot he was being whenever he ran headfirst into battles. 

“Yeah, but you still do it.” she pointed out with a tilt of her head. He took in a breath and nodded, then gave her an amused smile, 

“You’re right, I do.” she paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts before summing it up.

“So it’s more about ignoring those people who call you an idiot so you can do the right thing?” a pang went through his heart at the thought that he had been ignoring Q for so long in order to do what he thought was right. He didn’t like to think he was, but they had a seventeen year old who he didn’t even know about so maybe he had been.

“Sometimes. And sometimes you gotta listen to the people you trust.” he kept eye contact with her and she nodded slowly before opening her mouth a bit, 

“That’s really wise.” she sounded like she was almost teasing him, but her expression remained neutral. He gave her a grin and stretched out a bit in the chair he was sitting in.

“Yeah, well, I’ve been doing this a long time.” he shrugged, making her laugh a bit.

“Right, what are you now? Like a hundred and twenty-six?” she raised her eyebrows up, “I mean, you look great. Not a day over seventy-one.” he fixed her with an unamused look, noticing how she tried to hide her smile in the same way Q did, “Forty-one.” she settled on, giving him a bit of compliment, “Hey, whatever you’re doing, it seems to be working out for you.” she raised her hands up, “You’re the world’s greatest superhero.” she reminded him. He took in a breath and nodded, not knowing if he agreed with the sentiment, but knowing that’s what a lot of people thought. 

“Well, thank you, but even I have things I’m still learning.” his gaze lingered on her. Like, for instance, how he had a seventeen daughter.

[fuck-customers]

That's Dedication Right There (aka the Most Embarrassing Thing I Ever Fell For)

Alright, so I'm not gonna lie, I have to swallow some pride down to submit this one. 

I work in a call center, inbound sales to be precise. 

We have this automatic dialer we call people on after they submit some info online. We'll pick up the phone number and call to see if we can help them...or get them into a sale. 

So this happened on Thursday, May 18, at 4:00 PM. 

The automatic dialer calls out, and...

There's this dude on the line. And he's like: 

"Uh...hey--who's this?" 

I answer with my name and the company. 

"Oh, yeah, I talked to someone about this earlier...and I meant to give y'all a call back." Not surprising, this happens all the time.

At this point the dude goes "Oh wait hold on..."

At this point, I can hear a hospital in the background. The beep of a monitor, and I can hear the dude hold on and ask someone if they wanted ice chips. 

The dude apologizes again and says that he wanted to get the matter handled before the baby, but it that CLEARLY didn't happen. He explains how it's day two of labor for them and everything.  

Okay, still sounds legit. I've had a woman on the phone with me still nesting like nobody's business while in labor. So of course, she handled business directly before--like a pro. I've gotten calls similar to this before. So I don't think anything different of it. I just try to get off the call and move on. 

But this guy still wants me to hold on, even while asking a male nurse to bring ice chips to his nauseous and laboring wife. I look at the clock--like 5 minutes have passed by at this point. 

All of the sudden, this woman...starts moaning. That moan starts slowly turning into a wail and then into a scream. This dude I'm TRYING to back out of the call with starts going, "Honey, you okay? Are you okay? Hun...oh...oh my god, roll over honey--oh mY GOD, OH THERE IT IS, OH MY GOD...DOCTOR." At this point, I'm desperately wanting to get off the call, but this dude, no. 

He starts BEGGING me to stay on the phone with him because he swears he's gonna pass out. He swears up and down he will. His wife is still screaming. He finally gets that male nurse back, and the male nurse was freaking out a bit as well. They apparently see the baby crowning, but unfortunately, they start freaking out because it's a breech baby.

The dad yells: "OH MY GOD IT HAS TWO HEADS." The nurse corrects him. 

If you're wondering what the fuck I was thinking at this point in the call, I was legitimately surprised at one thing: that I can hear everything sO DAMN WELL. IN A HOSPITAL.  Usually I have to step outside a hospital to actually get a signal. 

All I can figure is that this dude set the phone on a table right next to the bed and maybe had Verizon Wireless on a Samsung Galaxy 8. *shrugs*

So, anyways, this new dad is trying to witness this...but begs me to stay on the line again because he's either going to puke or pass out and he doesn't know which. Meanwhile, I'm like, freaking coaching the dude and I'm like, "Sir, please breathe! You got this!"

This doesn't matter because this dude starts dry-heaving... 

The wife's screams have gotten so loud that I put my phone on mute, take off my headset, and tried to flag down my supervisor. I say to the supervisor, "Hey, I think this dude's having a baby." I'm internally flipping my shit. My boss goes, "Really?"

He seems mildly interested but only because weird shit happens every day at a call center. He wouldn't be surprised. I wasn't either because I have HEARD some things.

Anyways, it climaxes and....wahhh, waaahhhh, wahhhhh. A baby. It's wonderful, they're happy, he's actively cutting the cord and then goes, "Oh!" He remembers me. He picks up the line and goes, "Hey, I'm gonna call you back later, okay?" 

I'm like, "Congratulations dude." 

And then suddenly...it goes unnaturally quiet. But I can hear the white noise in the background--the phone's still on. 

Then I hear, repeated: 

"Oh h-hey--who's this?" *pause* 

"Oh yeah, I talked to someone about this earlier..."

I realize...it's a fUCKING RECORDING. A GODDAMN FUCKING RECORDING. I lose my collective shit. I mean, that was it. I'm done. SOMEONE PRANKED US AND PRANKED US GOOD. 

I hang up the phone and go into wrap up. I flag down my supervisor. I tell him what happened, and why I wasted nearly 20 minutes on this call. 

I was SOOOOO EMBARRASSED. I was horrified I just heard everything on this call. And worst off, I was drained 2 hours into my 8 hour shift. 

I was also very PISSED and STRESSED OUT. I could've made two sales in 20 minutes-- that's easy as fuck. Instead, this dude nearly gave me a fucking heart attack AND a stroke.

But I guess what I was the most was-- IMPRESSED. I have never heard anything more believable than when I heard this little skit. If I talked, it paused believably, set everything together believably...

...the only thing that was hinky was the space the sound occupied. I don't expect everyone in the room to be that close to the phone or nearly occupy the same space. I could hear that. 

But I'm primarily embarrassed the fact that I didn't red flag it because it  was TOO CLEAR A CALL FOR A DAMN HOSPITAL. 

Tl;dr - I dial out and get pranked impressively. 

[rangerhanna-56-blog]

You're upset bc you got called out on saying something stupid like just man up and say ok I'm wrong I won't do it again sorry like that's all you have to do.... it really is that simple ????

Okay but have you seen my other posts where I said "I'm wrong I get it" "I get it I fucked up"Like I literally acknowledged I fucked up and people still felt the need to send a 17 year old death threats because literally you can't fucking disagree with anyone on this shit website without people attacking you. Like I'm literally being told to kill myself over a sarcastic comment I made and it literally drove me into having a psychotic episode because I literally have multiple psychological problems and I ended up carving awful fucking shit into my body with an actual knife. Like do people on here actually realize when they attack someone, that person might not actually be able to handle being threatened because of something literally so fucking small. I literally went to this person and tried to explain myself and yeah I did it in a petty way and they posted it for literally all their followers to see, but then as soon as I started getting anon hate they were like "but those aren't MY followers". Like how do you ACTUALLY know none of those people aren't your followers tho??? Like do you really think that ur followers are gonna step forward and say "yeah lol I was one of those ppl threatening that girl and saying that her and her family deserve to be killed" legit all because I compared TRUMP to fucking HITLER. Like bitch now that I've had my mental breakdown and I've calmed down a bit I can actually advocate for myself and say I'm allowed to have a differing fucking opinion than someone else and I shouldn't be fucking harassed for it. And idk wtf the whole "white liberalism" thing is when like I've done nothing to show I only care about the white race. Like yeah I'm white but that's literally just it??? Like sorry that I think that history is repeating itself bc THE SIGNS ARE ALL THERE and I have countless people agreeing with me WHO HAVE STUDIED THIS SHIT, that Trump is going to turn this country into something absolutely fucked up (he's literally having neo-nazis work for him like idk how else to fucking make this comparison any clearer???). Like are you just upset bc I compared him to hitler bc that's literally what everyone has been doing and it's annoying or are you literally trying to tell me that there are no similarities between them and that I shouldn't be worried as much as you all should be??? Like as long as you're not a Straight White CIS Christian Male, you're fucked. People are being fucking murdered because of this dude. What I'm trying to say if yeah I'm admitting I fucked up and I literally HAVE BEEN but none of you people people listen so I literally went into full panic mode and caused physical fucking harm to my body that probably requires a doctor to look at (let's be honest im not going to a fucking doctor because if they ask me why all this happened and I tell them it was tumblr discourse, they either won't understand or I'll get the biggest eye roll ever). I literally hope everyone is satisfied with themselves here. Are you happy that you got the "clueless white girl" to finally hurt herself because I hope you are. And the whole thing about me "using my mental illness to manipulate people and make them feel bad for me" is so much bullshit. Yes I had someone take a screenshot btw because I wanted to see how things were playing out. All because you got through this type of shit without support doesn't mean you're a better human being??? This was talked about as if people knew exactly what I suffer from and that it was just me using mild depression or something to excuse the dumb shit I do. And if you haven't fucking noticed yet, I literally just admitted right there that some of the shit I do is in fact dumb.If you want to get into this with me and you really want an explanation I can give it to you because that really isn't half the case. My family literally is full of people who have psychological problems (some of which I don't even know the names of). Just recently my grandfather (a retired police officer) was found hiding in his bedroom from my grandmother with a loaded fucking gun while whispering to it and he was later diagnosed with stage 3 Alzheimer's and he's convinced my grandmother is a member of the Italian mafia sent to assassinate him. I'm not telling you family stories for nothing and I'm sure you guys are gonna have a good laugh about this too because no matter what I say to explain myself I still get treated like shit. Im not even sure if I'm allowed to say this, but if even a team of Harvard Medical Graduates; professionals that people from all around the world seek for help from; can't pinpoint what psychological problems I have, then I shouldn't be given that "trying to manipulate people" shit. A fucking adult said this. If you have any experience with being mentally ill like you say you do, then you know just how fucking difficult it is to properly function and be able to say the right things and advocate for yourself. Do you know how fucking hard it is to fall asleep at night and wake up in the morning knowing that you'll probably have to rely on a caretaker for the rest of your fucking life because you can't make choices for yourself and will need to be under constant supervision so you don't fucking hang yourself one day?? I don't fucking enjoy being a literal walking disease, but thanks for implying that I would ever use it as a fucking tool to get what I want when I want it, you ignorant fuck. You didn't possibly think after screenshotting my mental breakdown that "Hey, someone probably has to have some type of chemical imbalance to type all of this out" before posting it and using it as a prop to get on some fucking high horse. I'm not some mildly depressed idiot fucking white girl who has no clue what happens outside of the cushy walls of my fucking house. I know how fucking horrible and disgusting the human race can be to each other which is part of the reason why I'm like this.I get it! You're so much more fucking smarter than me!!! I'm a stereotypical white western liberal! You caught me red handed! I literally hope that every single one of you have gotten your superiority fix for the day because I've literally had to move blogs because of this. I actually came back to this blog to clean up my mess of posts which is what I do after my episodes, and I happened to notice that one of the anons I had was surprisingly not abuse, but still something bitchy anyway. If you want anything positive to come from me answering this, then I'm just gonna say Thank You for not being like one of the other people who wished death upon me. If you guys still aren't satisfied with this, then I don't fucking know what else to say?? I've explained myself and admitted over and over that I was wrong, but nobody was satisfied until I freaked the fuck out and they got a good laugh out of causing a stupid white girl distress. I'm humiliated now and have pretty much become a laughing stock so yeah. There it is.