#( thank you for being such sweet bean to me ;v; <3333 )

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IM GONNA BEGIN THIS BY SAYING THAT I THINK YOURE SUCH... an insanely talented writer! we haven't written /much/ but the way you capture peach is so delicate, yet independent and (imo) unmatched? i have so much fun replying to your posts because of how well-written and story like they are. i gotta st op before i get saPPY BUT I LOVE! YOUR BLOG!

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[pacman-tattoo]

Hi, I love your work so much! I've reread a lot of your work in my free time and it just makes me so happy. I was wondering if I could request something, you don't have to do it if you don't want of course. I was thinking of just a friendship thing with Jeremy and Michael where they play video games or hang out, or the friend is quiet and anxious and they help out. I just haven't seen many that aren't romantic. Thank you so much! I hope you have a great week!

heck yeah, friendship 

im in spanish rn but idc im bored

michael and jeremy have beens friends for like, 12 years right

well, u met these nerds a couple years ago but it feels like 12 years tbh

u ended up assigned to a group project w/ them

yay i love cliches

they came to ur house and they probably were like

immediately in love with ur room bc video games????? nice

75% of that afternoon was u three playing mario kart and Bonding.

and like, ur usually a quiet nerd so seeing u playfully punch michael after he threw a red shell at u was hilarious for jeremy (and michael but jeremy is just!!! damn, get wrecked michael)

somehow the three of u ended up playing video games a lot more

friendship grows

thats just how u guys met

u probably call jeremy a variety of nicknames when ur angry @ video games

noodle, string bean, flagpole, ect.

tall things

‘u fukn giraffe’

both boys are like

v nice about u being an anxious bean if that makes sense

sweet boys i love them

i.e. if ur rly insecure about ordering stuff, michael is alright w/ doing it for u (because he’s 100% done it for jer but mainly bc jer is a dummy sometimes)

im writing u into bmc sorry ://///

jer gets…. squorped…..

michael and u are… good friend

who needs jeremy????? am i right???????

both of u

its not the same my dude

what are u supposed to do without the french fry…….

u dont go to jake party since parties arent ur thing but ur moral support and u and michael probably end up hanging out after jer is a dick since

friends help friends yknow

u ponch that jeremy

p o n c h

which… surprised him and michael and u a lot

he probably bruised from that

jeremy 100% bruises easy imo he’s like a apple or something

post-squipcident

ur just glad to have ur friend back

u have…. gotten better at video games bc u and michael played a lot while jer was off w/ the squep

get wrekt jeremy

uhhhhh

tbh michael knows like……. ur fave snacks

he brings jer food and u food

friendship at its finest

michael and jer see u like… differently than everyone else because like

i imagine ur v quiet around other ppl but meanwhile u screm at video game because JEREMY U PINE TREE U JUST STRAIGHT UP SHOVED ME INTO MICHAEL U C HE A  TER  

thats all i got

[aroihkin]

Also, I wonder how you got bugs? It can't be because you hoard food wrappers and dirty dishes all over the place, can it? No, of course not. That's ridiculous. It couldn't possibly be because you're a slob. Oh, and for the sake of those poor cats, I sincerely hope you actually go to class and throw out all your useless shit - they don't deserve to live in those fucked up conditions, and btw, ammonia is toxic. Clean the damn litter boxes before you make them ill or worse. Protip.

Oh, we’re doing this? Cool beans.

Let’s ignore for a moment, re: cleaning, that I was one out of three people involved. Let’s pretend it was, by all rights, my responsibility to clean everything for them and that they, helpless butterflies that they were, could not lift a hand due to the conditions of the house that totally… happened… all at once.

Let’s go with that.

Every time I tried cleaning while they were living here Dwyn just spilled shit all over what I’d cleaned within a day, so every time, I invariably gave up. It making them ill didn’t even come up until after Dwyn’s trip, and then I was told they were going to put baking soda down and vacuum it up… and it didn’t happen.

Faun worked full time, I worked off and on and am not able-bodied. All Dwyn did the entirety of the time we lived together was sit on the computer at home and make messes in the kitchen, throw trash on the floor, and insist on us using litter that couldn’t be scooped because she’d rather just throw it all out every time than deign to scoop it. There is scoopable litter I can use, but it’s expensive because when it’s scooped it lasts forever and makes up for the price. But it can’t make up for the price when it’s being chucked in the trash like that. The cheap shit that isn’t scoopable? I can’t touch it because it lets the piss all just slough to the bottom of the box and the ammonia builds up so fast and strong.

So. I just kept my litter box in my room and scooped it, and let her do what she wanted with the ones in the kitchen. Cue three years across two apartments of the boxes constantly being left to turn into ammonia bombs. I’m sure they show great solidarity over it now, as with all things that they can now claim was on me, but those two even fought over that shit at a few points.

I couldn’t even get the two of them to stop throwing cans of tuna on the floor for the cats and then leaving the empty tins laying around collecting more trash. It’s aesthetic.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wrsabzSnfH4

See the video for the apartment’s full glory the morning they left, as my photos have mostly only been while fixing it is in progress. A correction on the video; other than my using the wrong month at the start; they did leave the key. A+ effort! Nearly every single plate, bowl, tupperware, or bit of silverware in the house was on Dwyn’s desk, caked in food and in a few cases, mold. But sure, their tales aren’t projection at all. I was, as is the case in all their problems, the cause of all misery.

…Though if you’re pretty sure it’s just as much of a shithole as it was before, then what are you mad about me cleaning for? (Oh, right… right, liars love liars. You guys will get along great!)

When I cleaned off and then flipped ‘Dwyn’s desk’ to try to fold the legs, I discovered four different items underneath had been caked in so much cat piss that they were now solid. Much scraping was had, and more trash bags filled. But sure, I guess I was supposed to do that for her while she lived here, too. I wasn’t aware my physically-able roommate who worked maybe two weeks total over the course of three years was somehow my responsibility to clean up after to the degree I used to clean up after my old quadrupalegic roommate. (I mention his condition because HE HAD A REASON TO NEED THE HELP.)

As the video shows, very little of my shit was in the living room or kitchen. My stuff in the other room is stacked in a tower in the corner that takes up less than a quarter of the floor space and none of the closet. The twelve contractor bags worth of trash I’ve taken out of the living room and kitchen that they put there, and the four contractor bags and counting of scattered clothing and underwear all over the house, surely had nothing to do with the space constraints. It’s not like there was three dressers and a half dozen plastic drawer units here for anything to go into. It’s not like Dwyn had furniture she could use.

But Aro, I can hear already, that’s your mess too! Those two are perfect angels and you, you are the source of all their ails!

…Again, my attempts to clean could never keep up with their shit.I don’t expect you to believe me, and I don’t really care about that. You coming to my tumblr to send me two different asks with varying degrees of thinly veiled insults tells me all I need to know about who’s more pissed off about all this. I ain’t let any previous fuckers ruin my life; I won’t let any of you do it either. Ya ain’t that special, sweet-cheeks.

By the way, despite some food containers in my room, I wipe them clean at the time of use and there are zero bugs in my room. No gnats, no fruit flies, no ants, no beetles, no regular flies. No mold, either. Gasp! All the bugs were in the kitchen inside unsealed bags of baking shit left open, enjoying the buffet of spilled sugar and coffee and crumbs of who knows what on the counters, swarming the open cans of tuna they left to pile up on the floor… and in the powderpost beetles’ case, eating the cabinets.

As a side note, my germophobic ass has been using the same two plates and one bowl, one fork, one spoon, and one knife, since Bush was in office. All them dirty plates you’re coming at me about? I didn’t touch a one of em.

But thanks for that bonus protip on keeping my poor cats in happy, healthy conditions! I know you have lots of experience with your eleven cats all jammed into one house. 

Maybe the lot of you ought to just stay off my tumblr. It’s been a month, the stalking is kind of… sad.

Shoo.