#Dog & Scissors

[artforiasenibudayajepang]

35 Rekomendasi Anime Jepang Reinkarnasi Terbaik yang Wajib Ditonton di Tahun 2023

Berita Anime Jepang – Dalam beberapa tahun terakhir, genre Isekai telah menjadi populer di kalangan penggemar. Baik dalam bentuk manga, komik web, novel, atau anime. Isekai secara umum berarti protagonis tertransportasi ke dunia baru dan harus bertahan hidup di sana. Dan sebagian besar waktu, karakter memiliki pengetahuan tentang kehidupan sebelumnya. Simak Juga : Seberapa Kuat Seraphim di One…

[weeblmaodotcom]

Natsuno worrying about the right things (sauce - Dog & Scissors) , Meme by Weeblmao.com

[freakbleeds]

My dream is to have a house so that touring bands can have a place to stay and teenagers can set up their drum kits and practice amps in my yard and jam with their friends. My dream is to have chalk in a bucket so that the kids down the street can draw hopscotch squares all over my driveway. My dream is to have dandelions take over my lawn, my dream is to have open windows and a balcony or maybe a porch so I can sit somewhere with a cup of something over sweetened and watch the sun set, my dream is to have a secondhand sofa that everyone knows is a safe place to crash if the road home at night is too long or their mother's house has walls echoing with criticism, my dream is to have a clean kitchen table in spite of all this, to have windows that don't break when someone throws a ball through playing catch. I think I would like a dog, too, while I'm dreaming. I think I would want her there, too, sharing the space and the noise and sometimes the quiet because she needs that some nights. As long as I'm grabbing at stars and chasing rainbows, I'd like to run my hands through her hair, where she can let it grow long away from her father's razorblade hands and kitchen-scissor eyes. My dream is to have a door that is mine to open and walls that are mine behind which I can hide, and windows, so I can watch the rising sun ride by.

[manicr]

Bullseye Fun & Games

[squadron-of-damned]

i like those thoughts, gimme more and i'll give you more.

you didn't mention wolfgang so mmm, since siegfried's lines is just a bunch of werewolves, then it means he's a real life furry! finally thinking abt the webber sisters though, are they vampires? just one of them or maybe all three and wolfgang is pretty chill with that since they're relatively tame? also him still having the dogs but trains them for tracking and idk how this would work but ✨communicates✨ with them telepathically a lo that one shit from twilight™.

also, dhampir nikolle? wanna know how that happened and what the other vks think of it and how they'd react if one of them got turned into a vampire. like manfred actively sought out to be turned but what if someone was- maybe after a hunting a few vamps and the symptoms started to show?

The Weber (actually with just one b, "Weber (der)" being weaver/handloom in German) triplets are not vampires, they are just very creepy. But most likely human. the werewolf's brides. Nadele, Cvira and Shere (die Nadel - needle, der Zwirn - thread/twine, die Schere - scissors) are deep into the uncanny valley, but it's because they are normal humans who are way too into this thing. They always bring fresh meat on the table for the family. I suggest nobody ask where it comes from, because we might learn things we don't want to. Technically the three triplets count as damsels in distress, but problem is they cause the distress most of the time.

(Also the training of the dogs doesn't change. They have always been tracking/hunting/guarding dogs. It just gets amped up to 11, because Wolfgang no longer hesitates to sic them on people.)

Nikolle: "Mum, what is a dhampir?"

Helena: "Well, when mommy and daddy love each other very much and mommy doesn't check that son of a bitch is actually son of a bat and the condom has a microtear in it..."

Given that Helena's tried to keep away from a family, they didn't see Nikolle much. And by the time her heritage came out, Helen could plausibly go "we have bigger problems than half of my daughter, such as my entire father!"

[geekcavepodcast]

Geek Cave Podcast 164.3 | MOVIES | That Snorkin' Dog has Scissors

This month, Justin reviews Dog & Scissors, Darrin shares some Apocalypse Now trivia, the trio weighs in on whether or not to reboot The Snorks, and Chad takes a trip to Dark City. 

Sponsored by Gamefly.

Download and listen today on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, iHeart, Amazon, Stitcher, Goodpods, and more of your favorite podcast services! Find more fun at GeekCavePodcast.com!

[ljaesch]

FUNimation Entertainment Licenses the Dog & Scissors Anime

FUNimation Entertainment Licenses the Dog & Scissors Anime

Anime News Network is reporting that FUNimation Entertainment has licensed GONZO’s Dog & Scissors (Inu to Hasami wa Tsukaiyō) anime series. However, the company cannot confirm right now if it will release the series on home video. FUNimation began streaming the series on FunimationNow on November 30, 2021. Crunchyroll began simulcasting the anime in July 2013 as it aired in Japan, and removed the…

[chips1977]

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E gosto de viajar, andar de bicicleta, de comboios, de animais.... não gosto de pessoas superficiais... sem cultura.Gosto de dança, de arte o que quer que isso seja!. Não gosto da monotonia. Gosto de criticar no sentido positivo. Não gosto de sonhar em ficar rico. Gosto do “Vive cada dia como se fosse o último “. Não gosto de despedidas. Gosto de pormenores.Gosto de perfumes. Não gosto de mentir nem que me mintam, não suporto hipócritas.Gosto do mar. Não gosto de quem não acredita em nada e não se importa com nada e tem a profundidade de uma colher... Gosto de viajar, gosto de ajudar e de saber que pude ser útil a alguém em qualquer coisa. Não gosto da efemeridade da vida e da constante lembrança da proximidade da morte. Não gosto de não perceber. Não gosto de atrasos e de quem não é capaz de cumprir as suas promessas, não gosto de quem volta atrás com a sua palavra e ainda menos que voltem atrás comigo. Não gosto da cusquice.Gosto de amigos e da camaradagem, não gosto das” amizades “que se perdem por coisas que no final das contas não significam nada... Gosto de palavras e de conversas sem fim... Gosto de pessoas originais, com humor,com ideias próprias... e com classe. Não gosto de carinho quando estou nervoso.Gosto do campo. Não gosto de seguir a onda.Gosto de coisas pouco claras, mas bem esclarecidas. Gosto de dominar. Não gosto de brincar com os sentimentos dos outros.Gosto de toques e de trocas de olhar, de demonstrações de carinho e de cenas sensuais. Não gosto de ficar bêbado até dizer a verdade. Gosto da grandeza das coisas simples, e gosto de coisas complicadas mas não gosto de complicações... O comum não me atrai, gosto normalmente de coisas que passam despercebidas... Gosto de gostar e de não gostar de tudo isto e muito mais...

[dudeandduchess]

That first Shinjurou scenario damn. Someone fan me. A pt.2 where its Kyoujurou's turn to do it and Shinjurou's turn to watch? Bonus points for dirty talk and breeding kink if you're comfortable with it ;)

Hey hey, bbys! Okay, so you guys won’t believe how many reqs I got to continue the Rengoku threesome. So, after much discussion with Liz (about headcanons and whatnot), I finally gathered enough headcanons to write this down. Ahaha. UwU

Also, if it’s not too much to ask and if you like my work, please consider buying me a ko-fi. Every single ko-fi will help me take care of my dogs’ daily needs. 

Thank you so, so much! All of you are so nice to me; I am actually crying right now.

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Kyōjurō x F!S/O x Shinjurō: Ménage à Trois  (NSFW Scenario):

Warnings: Threesome, Dirty Talk, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Impregnation, DVP, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Pussy Spanking, Daddy Kink, Sharing, Deep Throating, Fingering

“Kyō, are you really sure that you’re fine with this?” (Y/n) whispered hesitantly, as she moved to lay down over the futon.

Her eyes flitted from her lover, over to his father— whom sat to her right, with his cock already in hand, and his eyes trained on her bare cunt.

“Of course, (Y/n). I love seeing you under so much pleasure, so I want to do this for you. Besides, I’ve already shared you twice with Shinazugawa… sharing you with my own father again won’t hurt,” Kyōjurō answered with a bright grin, which made his lover smile before she pulled him down to press her lips against his.

“Tch. Just prepare yourself,” Shinjurō growled, as he repositioned himself to lay down between (Y/n)’s parted legs. He spread her cunt open with his fingers, then gave a teasing lick to her clit— which had her mewling and screwing her eyes shut in pleasure. “Because after this, you’ll know how a thorough fucking feels.”

Kyōjurō smirked at that, before bringing a hand down to begin pumping his own rigid cock. “Maybe you might even get pregnant? I sure hope so.”

“Pregnant with my kid,” Shinjurō shot at his own son, which prompted the younger Rengoku to laugh and shake his head.

“Not if my seed gets her pregnant first.”

“Then, may the best man win.”

With that, the former Hashira delved into (Y/n)’s cunt; spreading her folds and lapping up at her wetness. He paid particular attention to her clit— sucking it into his mouth and nipping at it with his teeth.

When the former Hashira’s fingers joined in on the foray though, she couldn’t help but cry out at the sensation of his fingers scissoring inside her.

And every move of his never failed to elicit such sinful moans and groans from the young woman. Her right hand desperately sought out for something to cling to, before settling for curling into Shinjurō’s hair; while the left one took Kyōjurō’s cock within its grasp and began pumping.

The younger Rengoku’s eyes switched from watching his lover slowly lick the tip of his cock, to watching his father eat her pussy out so thoroughly. He wanted to trade places, since he could feel his mouth watering, but he was so torn about vocalizing his want; because he also wanted to feel (Y/n)’s hot mouth sucking him off.

However, when he felt his lover’s mouth take him in down to the hilt— all notions of wanting to trade places with Shinjurō had disappeared. His brain had blissfully blanked out; all that he could comprehend was the mindblowing sensation of (Y/n)’s tongue licking around the underside of his cock— while her throat muscles constricted around the head of it.

Kyōjurō could only grunt as he resisted the urge to start fucking (Y/n)’s face; but when she hummed around his erection, he lost all sense of himself and grasped her head with both hands— before proceeding to ram himself down her throat until she was gagging around him.

Her breaths came in ragged pants, while she moved her lips around to stretch out her sore jaw, when Kyōjurō pulled his cock out of her mouth. She let out a loud cry, however, when Shinjurō moved to slap her cunt. “Stay fucking still. Behave for daddy.”

The slap had been for bucking her hips so wantonly earlier. She looked every inch of the needy slut she was, which pleased Shinjurō immensely; but he didn’t appreciate how she had lost control of her own movements like that.

So, with another slap to her cunt— which resulted in another cry from (Y/n), as well as a low grunt from Kyōjurō— the older Rengoku said, “Answer me.”

Both men waited in anticipation for her answer, and weren’t failed when she responded in kind. “Yes, daddy! I’ll be a good girl.”

With that, Shinjurō looked up at his son, before beckoning him over. “Do you think she deserves our cocks already?”

“Please, please, daddy! I want your cocks!” (Y/n) cried, almost desperately as she felt the emptiness that her lovers had left behind when they hefted themselves away from her body. “Please!”

“Do you think you deserve them already?” Kyōjurō teased with a chuckle, before sitting down by the edge of the futon. He then took his cock in his hand— which was still covered with her saliva— and pumped it slowly; as if to tease her into succumbing to his wants.

“I… I’ll do anything, daddy. Please tell me what you want me to do.” Her doe-like eyes pleaded with Kyōjurō, as she crawled over to where the father and son duo were sat. She stared longingly at their hard dicks, wanting to reach out and touch them, but holding herself back so as not to get in any trouble.

“Come here and sit on my cock,” The younger of the two men instructed, as he held a hand out to help his lover straddle his hips. “Then we’ll put another cock inside you.”

(Y/n)’s eyes widened at that, but she couldn’t deny that the mere image of getting fucked by two cocks at the same time made her even hotter.

So, without any hesitation, she slipped Kyōjurō’s cock inside her; moaning and burying her face against his neck as she moved her hips up and down on him. She then wrapped her arms around his neck, then pressed her lips to his in an open-mouthed kiss.

“Hold her open, Kyōjurō,” Shinjurō ordered as he lined his cock up to (Y/n)’s already stuffed cunt. He pushed the head of his cock past her entrance, then had to stop at the overwhelming pleasure that threatened to make him cum immediately.

It was so tight and hot inside her that both men had to stop and get their bearings.

While (Y/n) was close to delirious with pleasure. Her eyes were rolled to the back of her head, as her tongue lolled out in such a lewd expression. It was an expression that had Kyōjurō ramming up even harder into her, as he wanted to outdo his father and get her pregnant with his seed.

And when Shinjurō finally began thrusting in time with his son, (Y/n) could only moan and beg for their cum as she felt the heads of their cocks hitting her walls so deliciously.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” Shinjurō cried out, as he reared a hand back and landed a resounding spank on (Y/n)’s right ass cheek. That made the young woman cry out, while Kyōjurō reached between their bodies and began to play with her clit.

Her walls tightened around the two men’s cocks, which had them grunting as they amped up the pace and force of their thrusts. They could feel her walls pulsating around them; a clear signal that she was also close. So in one smooth movement, both of them buried their dicks inside her— to the hilt— which triggered her orgasm.

It didn’t take long for Kyōjurō to follow after her; giving in to his own baser urges and spurting his cum deep inside her, with the hopes that she would get pregnant from that load.

However, not one to be outdone, Shinjurō began pumping his hips faster, before spurting his cum right inside his son’s lover; all while sporting a smug smirk on his face. “Get pregnant, you slut!”

(Y/n) was so spent that she merely let her body fall lax against Kyōjurō’s; all while muttering about how thankful she was for their cum.

[assholebeau]

Okay! I wrote my first ever Beaujester fic. Please be gentle. Beau’s attitude toward horror, and this whole fic in general were inspired by a recent experience I had. For Galentines™️ day my friends and I went to see the prodigy, and while I did leave to use the bathroom no cute girls invited me to play arcade games with them instead. I hope you enjoy!

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Molly had dragged her and Caleb to this stupid movie. “None of us are doing anything for Valentine’s Day so I think we should just go do something together instead.” He had explained. Apparently in his head the perfect opposite to the hallmark mushiness of the holliday was a horror movie.

Not that she would ever admit to it, but Beau hated horror movies almost as much as she hated Valentine’s Day . Well not all horror, it’s just she never feels compelled to care for the characters, and then she’s just being scared for no reason. Well not scared, Beau doesn’t experience fear. And it’s not like she gets scared in real life easy. She’s not a pansy ass little bitch, no sir. But horror movies use special effects, and lighting, and erie music, and suspense that makes things, like, extra spooky. Plus she can’t react like she normally would when watching a movie at home. At a theater she has to sit still and stay quiet. She’d rather be at home where she could perch on her seat when things got intense, or where she could make comments to Caleb and slap at Molly’s arm. So most of the time she’d prefer a nice action movie with lots of punching and guns and car chases.

But there she was, sitting in between Caleb and Molly. Both of whom had a morbid fascination with the happenings of the film. The little boy on the screen took a pair of scissors and sharpened them while making thinly veiled threats to his mom. Beau already had to watch the little shithead kill the dog, and she was not here for him killing the milf.

“I gotta go pee.” She said gruffly, stealing some popcorn from Molly, who swatted lightly at her hand.

“Alright, go now before the plot picks up, ja.” Caleb said absently, eyes fixed on the screen, hand playing with the fabric of his coat.

Beau quickly made her way out of the room. After looking around in the colorful hallways she made her way to the bathroom. That way if Molly called her out later she wouldn’t technicality be lying. As she sat on the toilet Beau whipped out her phone and looked up a synopsis of the movie. It was kinda hard to find the big plot reveals cause the movie had just come out. There was nothing on the Wikipedia or IMDB. Eventually she found a review that spilled all the plot points. Apparently the little boy was sharing his body (and was not possessed) with the soul of a serial killer. The type of man who took advantage of women and the legal system that doesn’t care about violent aggressions against women. But, like, the movie wasn’t even a critique on that. It was more just jerking off to the idea of a sexy cereal killer. It sickened her.

Beau left the bathroom making her way back toward the movie she had left. She stood at the doorway checking the time.

“Ugh” she sighed. She’d only been gone for about 6 minutes. She was hoping to have missed more. She started amping herself up. The same way she would before a boxing match. She bounced up and down lightly, blowing air out of her lungs, and shaking her hands.

Rocking back on her heels she whispered “Alright, Beau, you got this.” And just as she was about to barrel her way back to her seat a voice interrupted her

“Psyching yourself up for the spooky movie?”

The voice caught her off guard and Beau may have stumbled a little bit. A pair of warm hands steadied her from behind, and then just as suddenly dropped. Beau turned around.

Standing in front of her was the most beautiful girl Beau had ever seen. Blue skin, blue hair, a wide smile. The girls teeth were pointed, bangs brushed her forehead, and there was a smattering of freckles across her smooth skin.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to scare you!” Her voice had a lilting quality to it “but you just looked really cute and funny, getting yourself prepared to go back in there.”

Beau, recognizing that she was being teased, came out of her daze of seeing a pretty girl. A frown tugged at her face as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“I just didn’t want to interrupt the other movie goers.” She grunted.

“Of course!” The girl replied “I don’t think I really want to go back into my movie either. You see I came with my friend Fjord, he’s really cool, and we were gonna watch this suuuuuuer cute love story about a really hunky guy wooing this cute girl, but then while we were watching the ads before the film Fjord ate something weird and started spitting up a whole bunch of water so I had to take him to the bathroom …”

As the cute girl, as Beau had dubbed her in her head, continued to tell her story Beau let her eyes survey her. She stood just a half a head shorter than Beau, and had a plump frame. A pair of horns curled right above her ears, adorned with ribbons. She was wearing and appropriately themed pink dress with frills and the like. As she talked she moved her hands wildly and seemed to bounce on the balls of her feet. Even if she had just been teasing Beau, there was something quite endearing about the girl.

“... yeah, so now I’m just trying to decide if I want to go prank the ticket clerk or switch the signs on the movie goers!” The girl finished talking and stuck out her hand “I’m Jester, by the way”

Beau slowly pulled her own down from where it was crossed against her chest and took Jesters. “Nice to meet you? I’m Beau.”

“Hi Beau” their two hands remained locked “so are you going to finish your movie?”

“Uhhh” Beau stalled for a moment. She really didn’t want to finish the movie, but she also didn’t want Molly to make fun of her. And there was the fact that there was this really pretty girl still holding onto her hand. “I think I’d rather stay out here.” She let here eyes roam up and down the blue girls figure, giving her a small smirk.

“Great! Cause there’s this really hard shooter game in the arcade area, and it’s supposed to be easier with two people!” Jester beamed. “Wanna join me?”

“Just give me a sec.” She reluctantly let go of Jester’s hand and pulled her phone out of her back pocket. She sent Molly and Caleb a quick text

Just met a cute girl in the hallway

Think I’m gonna stay out here

…

Okay

Have fun ;)

Ja, what the purple one said

stay safe

Beau looked up and Jester was still standing there smiling shyly. Almost like she was unsure now that she had time to think about what she had asked.

“Sorry, I just wanted to let my friends know where I was going.” Beau said.

Jesters small smile then bloomed into a mischievous grin. She made some comment about how many coins they would need to get, but Beau was distracted when the shorter girl grabbed her hand again and drug her toward the machines.

Molly definitely made fun of her later for not being able to finish a silly horror movie. But Beau didn’t care because she spent her Valentine’s Day playing stupid arcade games with a stupid cute girl. She even managed to get 7 digits and maybe even a small kiss on the cheek. Not that she would admit to being so mushy.

[hybridreviews]

Anime Discovery 2019: DOG & Scissors - #209

Yeah, don't let the cover fool you.

SO…… I’ve been gone and by gone, I meant, not posting anything for two weeks.

Then again, posting Time of the Season will do that to ya.

  Anyway, once again, there was a sale going on earlier in the month. Namely the Sentai Filmworks Summer Sale with select titles that were 90% off and I had to get on that shit there. Thankfully, I got paid during the remaining few days of it and got 2 titles.

O…

[deepstheeskimo]

White noise

There is an old Russian proverb about thinking seven times and cutting just once. There is also a much more modern proverb about people that use proverbs in everyday conversation but bear with me.

Thinking seven times and cutting once refers to considered planning and careful action in carpentry or needlework. No bugger wants a dress with a stitched up arm hole or a door without a handle so you take in all the evidence and potential consequences. Online though it seems that people are happy to quickly gather up their door handles, fork handles, love handles and social media handles and jump on into action without any thought – it’ll be alright on the night. 

We have a culture of sad young people, brought up not having to do anything. Parents shovelled a diet of Cookie Crisp, Captain Birdseye and Dairylea Dunkers. Whatever was on the curriculum was irrelevant because 80% of kids were pissing about with ‘turn to page 56’ gags or playing with Bunsen burners. 

The slave trade was part of the curriculum and you could have learnt ‘how to pay tax’ but nobody made you. Both STEM and essay subjects passed you by because you slept at the back of Travel and Tourism and spent evenings playing Spyro. Considering their mealtimes were empty chaired for years, it’s amazing that parents ever waded into battle for kids when Jamie Oliver and New Labour tried to raise the bar of school dinners to something above the level of pouring vegetable oil and pigswill straight into a trough.

We have a culture of sad young people that are pretending to be happy. In a few years we will have a fuck load of good film and TV because this lot are already used to starring in their own online sitcom. It’s a high fructose, high-ego happy go lucky hamster wheel powered by double taps and blue light. The hills have eyes. The fucking eyes have hills. 

The vast majority of it produces nothing of worth. Instead of a considered proverb, scrolling down any feed can more likely produce seven lies easily exposed with a single cutting question. If there is no substance to what you are saying, you are just mouth breathing a collection of guttural sounds. Bella off the Sims can do better than that. For example:

“Influencer” too now is it? Last week it was apparently just modelling that was deemed a big enough income stream to make it to the bio. That was just an impressive sideline, it turns out. My money is that before next week’s update, the intervening seven days witness you completing a two year course in Beauty Therapy. It’s pretty much the same thing as just plugging out the characters in Roboto. I’m not buying it, just like I didn’t buy that weird drink you were flogging.

Next app, first item. No, you didn’t buy a 200 grand house at 18 and aren’t-I-so-proud-posing-outside-with-high-waist-jeans-to-hide-a-muffin-top. You and your partner, on the shoulders of the State have a shared ownership flat. You do two days at college a week and work weekends at New Look. Your partner’s an apprentice electrician. It is meaningful and brilliant that you have managed to cobble together £10k between you. It’s probably more meaningful (brilliance arguable) that banks and the State have provided the other 90% of the credit to give you this chance in life. Nobody is expecting you to have three kids and a dog just yet, Abi.

It’s Thursday night in May 2020. Toot toot. We are all so damn proud of OUR NHS. Ok it’s 20:03, back to Tiger King. Wait, here’s a story that seems touching, someone that works for the NHS and has felt the support deeply “here on the front line seeing the patients with the virus is so scary”. Uh oh, here comes Mark Wright with some novelty ribbon-snipping scissors to cut out your bullshit. Touched that deeply after being there one day, as a receptionist. In the regional head office of a private healthcare firm? Just admit that you only care since COVID-19 meant it got likes. 

Someone else drawling on about COVID-19: “yeah man Brad and I actually reckon we had it so like…”, another one bimbling in the light blue comments about “well I did feel EXTREMELY unwell in late December” and a third prancing on Instagram talking about their “home quarantine and recovery” someone get them all COVID-19 test kits, then they’ll hear the director’s cut. If you do not have anything to add, just be quiet.

Some audio now and a nice break from all the Corona Content. Interesting that closing all of the venues hasn’t seemed to impact your, ahem, business at all. Perhaps I am being harsh though and you are just starting out. Trouble is that I’ve slept under plenty more breeze block palisades than you ever have. Being bought a deck and an amp gives you a hobby, not a fledgling MC career. Might well be “tuff out ‘ere” but that should be “tough out e-yuh” Less Run-DMC, more Run-DE7.

Be careful with it people because as well as being transparent, one minute you can be pretending to be in seventh heaven and the next you’re about to take the most serious final cut yourself. My hamster wheel ran that course before.

Oh and by the way Abi, before you grab your door handle. Kieron’s company has had to cease trade. And he cheated on you on that ‘lads weekend’ in Prague.

[rnoonprincesss-blog]

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age doesn’t matter.

I’m fifteen years old, and American. Next year, I will be eligible to get a learner’s driving permit, have a relationship with an eighteen-year-old, and go on testosterone. These are things where age is a deciding factor.

But those aren’t what this post is about.

This post is about what happened to me between the ages of nine and thirteen, because there’s this misconception that toxic relationships are dependent on age. 

I’m not talking about abuse. We’ve all heard of child abuse cases, we’ve all heard about poor living conditions. Those affect people of any age.

We hear about teenagers whose families are great and who live in good homes, but who end up in bad situations anyway - teenagers who are old enough to make their own, fully informed decisions. Not kids. Children are supposed to be protected from that. 

I was a child when I entered the relationship that has left me with permanent trust issues and triggered the upswing of my depression. I was nine. 

So was the girl that hurt me.

I don’t want to undermine the horror of domestic abuse or abusive relationships. That’s not what I’m telling this story for.

I’m telling this story because everyone assumes that an abuser has to be an adult, or at the very least a teenager. Thirteen-year-olds don’t go on the news for physically abusing their crush. Eleven-year-olds aren’t reported to the school administration for emotionally abusing a “friend”.

Except when they are.

This is a true story. I wish to any higher power that I was making this up, but I’m not. This has scarred me, and I’m going to carry the impact of what happened for the rest of my life.

I’m not putting this under a read-more, but I am putting warnings so you can decide for yourself whether to read on or not. 

Warnings for bullying, depression, self-loathing, mentions of self-harm/thinking about self-harm, suicidal thoughts, manipulation, toxic/unhealthy relationships, and... and emotional abuse. 

I’ve never called it that before. 

To the people who were involved, if any of them ever find this:

I haven’t forgiven you. I hope I never will. 

When I was nine years old, a new girl came to our school. I’m going to call her S. 

She had six outfits to her name that she wore in different combinations. She always smelled strange and even though we didn’t share classes, I knew she wasn’t terribly smart. As a whole, the sixty kids in my grade either ignored her or directly bullied her. 

I pitied her. So did my friend J. So, a few months into the school year, we made a deal to attempt to befriend her. 

We treated the idea like a job. Neither of us actually liked her - there were reasons no one wanted to be around her - but we pitied her and no one else was willing to make the effort, so we kept at it. 

And then J quit. Literally. She went up to me and said “I can’t. She’s so awful. I can’t do this anymore.”

The two of them hated each other’s guts for the next two and a half years.

I didn’t give up.

I should have. I really should have. But I was young and I still believed that people were mostly good. I still trusted that anyone I met on the street was more likely to greet me with a smile than a threat.

I kept talking to S. I kept hanging around with her. I listened to her. I sacrificed time with my real friends for her. 

All the school’s anti-bullying videos were circulating and I myself was watching my sister be invited to things I was passed over for. I was sympathetic. I wanted this girl to be helped, and it was clear that no one other than me was going to do it.

The summer came and passed, and I went back to school no wiser about the pit I was slowly sinking into.

I was ten years old, and suddenly S was in all of my classes. I no longer had an escape. 

My best friends were no longer in my classes. My sister had never once been in a class with me at that school. My only friends that year that I could still see on a daily basis were J - yes, the J who S considered her mortal enemy - and two other girls, mutual friends of J and I. We’ll call them N and E.

Every day, I went to school and S was there. Every lunch, she followed me. Every recess, she dogged my footsteps. Every bit of time I had to be with my real friends, she would try to steal.

At some point she handed me a tourist-shop shell. She’d written “FRIENDSHIP” on it in black Sharpie. 

“Keep this with you,” she told me. “It’s to show how good friends we are!”

I put it in my backpack. I never found it after that. When I told her I couldn’t find it, she yelled at me and pouted. I apologized again and again. She told me we were still friends, so I was forgiven. 

Please remember that I was ten. I didn’t see the red flags going up. I didn’t know what to look for.

Even now, five years later, I’m still going back over those memories and recognizing things I didn’t at the time. I had never even considered the creepiness of that shell until my cousin compared it to her experience with a stalker ex-boyfriend. Here, have this token of affection... and if you ever tarnish it, you’re tarnishing our relationship, and you need to beg for forgiveness.

My depression was kicking in. My self-loathing was at a new high. I was going home and taking stock of all the things in my house that could kill me. I was in no shape to fight back against what S was doing to me.

I didn’t even realize that I needed to.

Things got worse.

S and J never stopped being at odds. They had screaming matches, hurling insults at each other whenever the teachers weren’t around. I was constantly treated to barrages on the other whenever I was in earshot of one of them. They’d fight, and it would fall to me to mediate.

It wasn’t an easy choice to make on who to support, though. J wasn’t a good person either. She was selfish and bossy and cruel; she was all the worst parts of becoming a teenage girl in a five-foot three-inch package. (Of course, the height absolutely lessened my intimidation of her. Of course. Not like she was the only girl taller than me in our grade, or that she’d taken scissors to my favorite shirt the year before without my permission, while I was wearing the shirt. Not like she was constantly demanding attention or insulting other friends. Not like she looked down her nose at me whenever I wanted to read something she didn’t like.) In fact, at some point during that year I and N confronted J about her behavior, essentially saying “You’re being awful and we’re not going to be your friend until you get your crap together”. (E, who’d never liked the drama, lurked quietly behind us.) 

I really was stuck between a rock and a hard place. 

It wasn’t an easy choice. S was clingy and off-putting, but J was arrogant and shallow. But J had N and E on her side - girls who had their flaws, but were leagues better than my other options - and so when it came down to it, I was on her side.

I think that made S more angry. It makes me wonder if she’d have still done what she had, if I’d come down on her side more often.

At some point that year, I did something immensely stupid.

The school had an event, and I met S’s mom for the first time. S wasn’t there, but my sister and my mother were.

We got to talking about S. S had told her mother about me, of course. I was still the only friend she had - sure, my sister and her friends were kind to S, but they were kind to everyone - and she was clearly excited as hell to have me.

“Your daughter’s kinda clingy,” I said, ten years old and buzzed on sugar and feelings things I didn’t understand. “Like... she goes way overboard. I get that I’m the only friend she has to talk to, but it’s... it’s a lot, you know? I wish she’d lay off a little. I barely have any time to spend with my other friends.”

My sister and mother acted like I was crazy for saying that to S’s mom. I’m not going to say they were wrong. 

S approached me the next day. “My mom said you told her I was clingy? That you wanted me to leave you alone! I know she’s lying. She lies all the time. You didn’t say that, right?”

“No, I didn’t,” I said. (I still wonder what might have happened if I’d told her the truth.)

“I knew she was lying,” S said. She was smiling at me. I could see my friends behind her across the playground. 

“Uh-huh,” I said.

I didn’t know what I was doing at the time. I was ten. The only ten-year-olds who learn these things are the ones who come to school with bruises.

I know what I was doing now, five years on.

My mother had set up meetings with one of the teachers at the school to talk about the situation with S and J. It helped to talk, but nothing changed.

I’d told my sister and my mother and to other friends. Mom could only be there at home, and my sister and friends were in other classes. They couldn’t help me. 

The school had done nothing. My family couldn’t do anything. My friends couldn’t - or wouldn’t - do anything, either.

I was reaching out to the only source I had left: the mother of the child causing my problems. Deep down, below conscious thought, I knew that if I could get S’s mother to take my side, her daughter would have to leave me alone. 

But that’s not how it went. S’s mom didn’t take my side, and I didn’t stand up to S by telling her the truth.

So it went on.

That summer was the summer I discovered fanfiction.

Suddenly, the internet exploded with possibilities. Suddenly, I could hide from my problems by diving into interpretations of my favorite fictional characters. 

Fanfiction was one of three main escapes I had from S and J that year.

The other two were special school programs. AMP picked a few kids from sixth grade who passed their tests and dropped them into a middle-school class on Pre-Algebra, skipping sixth-grade math entirely. TAG piled a dozen kids from various schools into a bus every other day and sent them to another school for a few hours to explore other aspects of education.

S was in my classes again, but that didn’t matter. I was only in school half the time, and even then, we were on different levels of the curriculum. I had to see her often, but she rarely had the time to speak with me.

My best friends - my real friends - were in my classes again too. A couple were even in AMP and TAG with me as well. 

Sixth grade was off to a far better start.

S realized she was losing me, I think.

I wasn’t quiet about the fact that I was going to a private school for the next chunk of my schooling. After this year, I was never going to see S again. 

She was louder that year. She yelled at J more. She got into more fights.

I kept pulling away. I wasn’t out of the pit yet, but I’d been thrown a rope and a whole bunch of people were pulling me up.

The final straw came in the spring. It seems so small and petty, now, as a teenager who’s seen how terrible humanity can be, but S writing “I hate [best friend’s name]” was the cruellest thing I’d ever seen her do.

She could do what she wanted to me, and I’d take it. But insult my friend, and I was done. 

I stopped approaching her (not that I’d had to since fourth grade; she always barreled toward me whenever she saw me). I stopped talking to her. 

(I started pulling back from J, too. I was tired of friends that weren’t worth my effort.)

That left S standing at a crossroads.

She could accept the inevitability of change - we were going separate paths and she’d crossed a line I couldn’t forgive her for - or...

Or she could cling harder, and cross a line so extreme that I’d never considered the necessity of drawing it. 

Every year, a pair of jugglers performed at my school. The graduating sixth graders (eleven-year-olds) would perform as well. I finished my act, went offstage, and circled around the auditorium to stand in the back and watch my friends perform.

I don’t know where S came from. She was just... there, suddenly, next to me, grabbing my arm.

“Can you come to the bathroom with me? There’s something I need to tell you.”

I don’t know why I said yes. I shouldn’t have said yes. I should have pulled away and walked away and left her there. 

But I didn’t. I said, “Okay,” and followed her into the girls’ bathroom.

Five years on, I believe that I wasn’t really thinking that night. If I’d been firing on all cylinders, I wouldn’t have done what I did. I wouldn’t have gone along with her and I would have recognized the marks for what they were and I would have fucking left without spilling my soul out to someone taking advantage of me.

But I was tired and jittery from my performance, and I’d had a lot of candy, and I was feeling like being kind. 

(And people wonder why I’m the cynical, sarcastic twin. What the hell has kindness gotten me in the past few years?)

She pulled up her sleeve and said “I’m cutting myself.”

She didn’t warn me. She didn’t say it shamefully or tearfully or like a challenge. She said it... bluntly. A fact. 

(It wasn’t a fact.)

It wasn’t a cut she showed me. It wasn’t even a damned scar.

It was a bruise.

For gods’ sakes, it was a bruise. I was eleven, not four, I knew the difference between a bruise and a cut, but - 

...but I believed her. 

I don’t know why. There is no explanation I can offer you for how my brain accepted her bald-faced untruth. 

If that was all that happened in that bathroom, I might have been okay. Shaken and startled, yes, but the therapy I’ve been attending for the past year and a half could have dealt with the aftershocks of that moment.

But that wasn’t all that happened in that bathroom.

I’d been dealing with my depression for two years by then, entirely by myself. Never once had I told anyone about the voice in my head that constantly told me all the ways I was a bad person, or the sometimes urge to take one of the knives from our butcher block and find out how much pressure it would take to split my skin, or the list of ways to die that ran through my mind on days I’d done badly in school.

Abruptly faced with someone whom I believed to experience the same thing, how could I keep quiet?

“Don’t tell anyone.”

“I promise.”

I came home. Went to bed. Went to school. Went to TAG. Tried not to cry on the bus home. Got off the bus and fell into my mom’s arms, sobbing out the (edited) story of what happened that night. 

(My mom wouldn’t know about my depression for another two years.)

My mom called the school. In another week or two, I was called to the principal’s office for the first time in my life.

I stood up from my desk with the classroom gaping at me in shock. I walked out without a word or a backwards glance.

The principal said a whole lot of words in that meeting.

Most of them don’t matter.

The only thing that matters was the point of the meeting, the message she rambled over in sentence upon sentence instead of the four words she could have used.

“S lied to you.”

She was eleven. So was I.

She was so desperate to keep me by her side that she’d shown me a bruise she’d gotten from falling off her bed and told me it was a self-inflicted wound. 

She was so desperate to keep me hers that she claimed to be doing one of the most horrific things someone can do to themself, and managed to pick the one thing that would resonate with me the most.

She’d figured out by then that it was pity that kept me with her. What better than self-harm to induce pity?

For so long, that was what I focused on taking away from this. The betrayal. The lie. The desperate clinginess - damn near bordering on obsession - that made me feel like a favorite doll instead of a person.

But my trust and my faith in people weren’t the only things that S ruined that night. 

For the first time in my life, I had told someone about the darkest parts of me. For the first time in my life, someone knew about the voice in my head and the pit in my stomach.

And it was someone who didn’t deserve my secrets.

I did my best to avoid S after that.

She kept approaching me, though.

She never once apologized. All she ever said about the matter was “Why did you tell?! You promised you wouldn’t tell!”

I graduated. I never saw S again.

But that’s not the end, because with my luck, of course I run into the same kind of shameless manipulator two years later in my new school.

[ljaesch]

FUNimation Entertainment Is Streaming the Dog & Scissors Anime

FUNimation Entertainment Is Streaming the Dog & Scissors Anime

The Fandom Post is reporting that FUNimation Entertainment has added the Dog & Scissors anime to its streaming service. All 12 episodes are available with both an English dub and with the original Japanese audio with English subtitles. The story of Dog & Scissors is described as: Harumi Kazuhito was the ultimate bookworm, spending days at a time with his head buried in his beloved books, and…

[pwchronicle]

Chikara “Earning the Lucha Libre Merit Badge” Live Show Report September 6th in Mount Holly, NJ

After a summer where I watched a lot of wrestling from home, including an outstanding G1 Climax in its entirety, I attended my first of two Chikara shows this weekend. This was a benefit show for the local Boy Scouts of America council, held in the gymnasium of Westampton Middle School. This is the closest Chikara has ever run near me, about 15 minutes from home. It had a nice turnout, a mix of regular Chikara fans I’ve see regularly at the Wrestle Factory, as well as South Jersey locals, including a lot of kids, out to see what this Chikara was all about. Among the things available at a table associated with the scouts was a program explaining who all of the wrestlers on the card were. After some kind words from one of the men associated with the council, a snafu with the sound system, and Mark Adam Haggerty thanking the sponsors for the event (including the Mount Holly-based comic book shop I go to), we got going with the matches.

1. Boomer Hatfield beat Callux the Castigator with a meteora. Betsy Ross and the AEW-bound Bryce Remsburg were the refs for the night, with Ross up first for this match. Boomer was supposed to be wrestling Der Wildebeest, Jakob Hammermeier’s latest charge, but he didn’t make the show, with Haggerty explaining that the tracking device on him was lost. Callux was available, sporting a quality farmer tan, for a textbook David vs. Goliath match. Hatfield was able to make Callux budge before Callux overpowered him, and then Hatfield came back with some flashy offense, including a quesadora DDT and a basement rana. This got the show off to a good start.

2. The Grimy Scots (Hamish Stuart & Grizzly Duncan McBain) beat The Colony (Green Ant & Thief Ant) when Stuart pinned Thief Ant after striking him with a club. The Grimy Scots are a team that Cagematch tells me started out in Virginia two years ago. They both wrestled in kilts (with trunks underneath), and McBain sported Braveheart paint and a large club. He attempted to use it early, but Remsburg stopped him and had it removed, in a spot that played well with the family audience. The Scots kept saying that they wanted to use International Rules, which I guess includes the use of clubs. Decent work, up to the finish where Stuart used a much smaller club to his advantage. The two Scots then did their best to hide the club from Remsburg after kids in the front row told him it was used.

3. Solo Darling beat Molly McCoy with the Sharp Stinger. My first time seeing McCoy wrestle since “The Infinite Gauntlet” in May, and I like her darker version of the Hatfields’ music. Darling brought out Officer Magnum with her for her entrance (because, yes, Magnum is her dog), but he didn’t stick around for the rest of it. A more technical match to start that the crowd only gradually got in to, though the regular fans’ enthusiasm and the use of kicks and bigger moves down the stretch helped motivate them. McCoy came close to winning with a type of body scissors submission, with one of her legs around Darling’s head.

- First of two intermissions, allowing the fans to meet a bunch of the wrestlers, and then...

4. Hallowicked beat Lucas Calhoun with the Rydeen Bomb. Fun match, with both guys looking good, especially Wicked. Calhoun did his best to get babyface fire and hit a superplex towards the end.

5. The Creatures of the Deep (Hermit Crab & Merlok) beat Cornelius Crummels & Sonny Defarge when Hermit Crab made Crummels tap to the Boston Crab. The Creatures assumed the babyface role in what would normally be a Rudo vs. Rudo match. Crummels & Defarge got the upper hand a few times by sneezing in their faces, and Merlok was the hot tag guy. A little sloppy at times, but the crowd was into it.

6. The Whisper beat Danjerhawk with a rollup. Fun, faster-paced action for the crowd. Danjerhawk went for a splash off the top to halfway across the ring, but the Whisper moved out of the way, leading to the finish.

- One more, shorter intermission, and then...

7. John Francis of Coronado, Missile Assault Man, Danjerhawk, and Mick Moretti beat The Crucible (Ophidian, Matt Makowski, Devantes, and Lance Steel w/ E.M. Demorest) via disqualification. My first time seeing the Crucible in action in earnest after their sort-of debut at “The Infinite Gauntlet.” I’m not a Chikaratopia subscriber, so my intake of extra Chikara content is only whatever they put up for free, but I just don’t see how Lance Steel fits into this group. Nor what version of Lance Steel this is, as it’s been years since this character was around. Also, Devantes looked very green in this match, but he’ll get better, and all around is associated with a good crop of talent. Demorest was at ringside just to hold Ophidian’s three point medallions the Golden Opportunity he won in the Infinite Gauntlet. Moretti is back in the states for a lot of wrestling the next few weeks, including a return to King of Trios with the Nations and debuting in PWG as part of the Battle of Los Angeles, and I thought he looked very good here. This was the longest match on the card, with lots of big action as is accustomed to Chikara Atomicos. The Crucible got good heat with their gang mentality, jumping the tecnicos after teasing a one-on-one start to the match, as well as ganging up on one of them at a time. The end came when the tecnicos had it won after Devantes was hit with a Burning Hammer by Missile Assault Man and a Swanton off the top by Razerhawk, but as Razerhawk made the pin, Ophidian slid in and pulled off Razerhawk’s mask for the instant DQ under Chikara rules. An admittedly flat ending to all of the action that preceded it, but their were other plans later.

8. Travis Huckabee beat Mike Quackenbush after a low blow and a headbutt to the chest. Quackenbush was introduced as an Eagle Scout. Huckabee amped up the jerkiness for this crowd, taking a mask from a kid in the front row and tossing it across the gym. Huckabee later tried to run away after getting monkey-flipped around by Quackenbush, only for Quackenbush to quickly retrieve him and toss him back in... only for Huckabee to turn around and stomp on Quackenbush’s hand as it rested on the edge of the ring. The dirty end of this match came after Remsburg was inadvertently knocked down by Quackenbush diving off the top.

- Right afterward, with Quackenbush still nursing his groin, Ophidian came out with his Crucible charges (five of them, including the Whisper) and said he was cashing in his three points... on Quackenbush, for the title of Head Trainer of the Wrestle Factory. A pretty major angle to do on a show like this, as opposed to a bigger show at the Wrestle Factory or elsewhere, but nevertheless, we had a quick bonus main event.

9. Mike Quackenbush beat Ophidian with Quackendriver 3. Very short, but with good drama. Ophidian did his best to finish off Quackenbush early with his Death Grip as his Crucible charges surrounded the ring. On two occasions, Quackebush was able to roll to the outside, only for the Crucible to gang up on him while Ophidian drew away Remsburg’s attention. This caused a bunch of the Chikara tecnicos to run out and fight off the Crucible. Ophidian was thrown off by this, leaving the door open for Quackenbush to win. Ophidian was understandably distraught, but this is his fault for wasting his Golden Opportunity like this.

Fun show overall, adhering to the time and setting well, going just a little over two hours. Nothing blow-away, but pretty easily the best show I’ve ever attended within my South Jersey county (anyone who knows me knows I’ve attended a lot of shows in Voorhees, NJ, but that’s a different neighboring county). My weekend with Chikara will continue later today with the bigger and likely longer Chikarasaurus Rex event at the Wrestle Factory.