#I know its hard but they'll keep us silent forever if we don't

[loudmouthedllama]

Re: "Not enough people are speaking out against the bullshit" Here's part of the issue with that as someone who WAS attempting to speak out against the average Tumblr BS: These people will pull any underhanded tactic in order to delegitimize you and take away your platform. They churn the rumor mill and make up lies about you that they spread to other people who have little to nothing to do with you behind your back. I've been a victim of this pettiness and have essentially had to tread on thin ice just to be able to continue using a third party public space, and while it is somewhat cathartic to take away the barest strand of a reason to have someone attack me publicly over stated opinions that had nothing to do with them, it's still vexing on some level that it's something I have to make a case out of at all. Like I'm some tumor on the website simply for sticking to my own lane more often than not and not causing problems behind the scene, unlike a lot of other people. You can't even filter and manage your own space without some people throwing shitfits and getting others to essentially stalk you, especially if you never had a single thing to do with these people in the first place. Not to mention all the egotism and grandstanding they'll do in those same public spaces like they're moral authorities in the RPC. The very same people who criticize "rules for thee but not for me" practice the same exact behavior themselves more often than not, or so I've found. Heaven forbid it's not state-sanctioned outrage, otherwise being upset at these sorts of things and criticizing them makes you too overly "aggro" and "mean" for most people's tastes. A friend of mine has also ended up with a steadily shrinking friend circle because they don't take the usual Tumblr BS lying down and a lot of their longtime friends are chickening out on them for it. Now, I'm not saying we should simply roll over and fall in line to be successful on this website, but just that it should be understood that we will always be outnumbered compared to the rest because everyone else is, if I might dare call them such, either sociopathic or perpetual victims who will inevitably get used by the sociopaths on here. This site is, unfortunately, a niche little safe haven for these types of people on the internet.

OHOHO THIS LLAMA IS WELL AWARE OF THIS ABSOLUTE SHIT THESE FUCKWADS DO. I CAME UP IN THIS SHIT FOR THE BLOOD, I KNOW I AIN'T HERE TO BE FRIENDS. HURRHURRDURRHURR.

IT'S WHY I'M ACTIVELY CHALLENGING THEM FOR THE BLOODBATH. I AIN'T GOING AWAY, NOT AS LONG AS FUCKERS WANNA GET FUCKED BY A LLAMA VERBALLY. THEY CAN DO WHATEVER THEY FUCKING WANT. IN THE END IT'S ALL OVER GLORIFIED WHINING BY PEOPLE WHO THINK THEY BETTER THAN OTHERS ON HERE, WHEN THEY KNOW THEY AIN'T.

IMMA STILL BE HERE, RUINING THEIR PERFECT LIL 'ILLUSIONS' ON FANDOMS THAT THEY GODS. WHEN IN REALITY THEY AIN'T EVEN A GOD. LOL

IMMA STILL BE HERE SPOUTING MY TWO CENTS.

IMMA STILL BE HERE WAITING, HOPING NAH I'M PRAYING FOR THEM TO COME FOR ME. OH GOD PLEASE DO. MAKE A LLAMA'S DAY SUGARS. PLEASE. I PROMISE YAS, YA AIN'T EVEN BEGUN TO SEE WHAT REAL AGRO IS.

IMMA STILL BE IN THE RPC SHIT, SPOUTING MY SHIT. THEY CAN DEHUMANIZE/ABUSE/ASSAULT/BE BIGOTS/BE RACIST/SEXIST FUCKS TO ME ALLLL THEY WANT. I AM STILL HERE ALL AROUNDDDDDDDDD!

LALALALALA LLAMA LOUDMOUTH LLAMA LLAMA LLAMA!

[rayons1only1started]

Gone-Forever

----------Blue POV--------------------

No one has seen Red since he has fallen asleep in his rooms. Is he hiding from us? He would feed Orange, but Orange says he's seen Red only once, and that was weeks ago. 

It's not like we see Red daily, but every few days one of us sees him walk by. But none of us have seen him, or heard him. This is weird.

A few days ago Yellow asked Purple to look for Red, but he has not found him. No surprise, Purple doesn't like Red, and was probably not trying very hard. 

Oh, and Cyan found these cards in a trespasser's backpack. We've played so many games and versions of uno that now those cards lie shredded around the racetrack. And Oranges' gotten SO annoying, without Red to annoy.

Orange said that Red had turned on the electric fences, but trespassers were still getting in somehow. But now we rarely got to kill them because most of them were already dead, covered in ash. Things keep getting weirder and weirder.

Yesterday, we found a whole group of people dead, covered with ash. Has Red been preventing all this? 

------------Time Skip-----------------------------

I was chasing a trespasser through my castle, when they stopped abruptly, gasping. I paid their body language no heed, and killed them. Then I stopped and gasped too.

Next to the Throne was a disoriented human in a lab coat, with red skin, their head in their knees. Red! 

"Red?"

He slowly raised his head, and even though I couldn't make out his expression, I could tell there was something off about him. Then he spoke.

"...are you... blue..." he said in a tortured, quiet, disoriented voice, cracked from not using it for weeks.

What's wrong with you Red? Why are you here, and why are you like this? 

"I'll come back with the others, they'll know what to do." I told him.

I turned to leave, when something tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around. Standing there was a pale white humanoid being, with purple hair. Red is gone. You won't see him again. All that's left is a shell, and his mind is beyond repair. Don't bother. it said, in a soft, feathery, voice.

"But, that's Red. He literally created us. You too, probably. What did he do to deserve this?"

He did nothing. This is revenge. And he wasn't the one to create me. Besides, if you were in his place, he would leave you there. Why bother?

"Because I'm not Red. The rest of the Rainbow Friends might have left him, but I'm not them. And you don't know if he would have helped us or not. He has before." I snapped back.

That was his fault in the first place. Oh, and if you try and do something, you might end up like him. Have a good day! it said, and vanished.

Well, that was... interesting. Is the reason Red is like he is now its fault? Were the things it said true? Nevermind, there's no time for that. If Red wasn't insane, he would be soon.

Quickly gathered Yellow and Cyan, because they were the closest ones.

Yellow: "What's this for Blue? There are still trespassers around."

Cyan: "Did someone get hurt?"

"I found Red. But... here, I'll show you." I said hurriedly.

I led them to the throne room, where Red was still sitting.

"Red... I'm back" I quietly spoke.

He looked up and Yellow and Cyan gasped. His face must have looked bad. Just wait till they hear him. 

"...blue... is he here... are you ... afraid... Ash... don't... leave me... voices..." he stuttered in the same voice as before.

"Damn" said the voice of Yellow behind me. "We need to do something fast.".

"There's someone else whose part of this. But I'll tell you later, go tell the others to come to the infirmity. Red's probably insane." I stated, like this was an everyday comment one would make.

Yellow and Cyan nodded, and ran off. 

I picked Red up carefully, and he didn't protest. Or react at all. He really has changed. I walked off to the infirmity. When I got there the rest of the Rainbow Friends were waiting there.

Orange flinched when he saw Red. But remained silent.

They were all looking at me for an explanation. I couldn't give them a great one, because I didn't know that much. But it was more than they knew.

I put Red down on the bed. Then sat up, sighed, and began.

"I was chasing a trespasser in my castle, when they ran into the throne room, and gasped. I didn't think much about that then, and killed them. Then I saw Red sitting with his head in his knees. I said his name, and he looked up and asked in a quiet, not Red voice, if I was Blue. I said I would come back with you guys, and turned to leave. But that is where things get weird." ("Weirder than before, you mean, said Orange, and the others glared at him)

"I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and saw a pale white humanoid being with purple hair. They told me that Red was a shell now. That Red is how he is now because it wanted revenge, and that Red didn't create it. Then it told me if I tried to help Red I would end up like him." I finished.

"Wow." Green said. Wow was 'a bit' underrated.

"So... Red's not getting better" said Cyan, looking down at Red who was absently laying there, staring at the ceiling. 

"I don't think so." I sighed. Everything was changing. We used to be afraid of Red. Now we were afraid for him. 

Orange sniffed, and went and curled up by Red. We were staring, but he glared at us, and so we stopped.

"Well, some more trespassers showed up. Best go get rid of them." Green says.

I left, but not before looking back at Red. He had not moved since I put him down.

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1019 words! Btw just so everyone knows, Ash is my oc, and I hate it. Same with Neko Seek, I just love to draw them. I was smiling so hard when I was writing the chapter. I'm ok.

[rayon-the-great]

Kill Me Now, My Love

Gone- Forever?

----------Blue POV--------------------

No one has seen Red since he has fallen asleep in his rooms. Is he hiding from us? He would feed Orange, but Orange says he's seen Red only once, and that was weeks ago. 

It's not like we see Red daily, but every few days one of us sees him walk by. But none of us have seen him, or heard him. This is weird.

A few days ago Yellow asked Purple to look for Red, but he has not found him. No surprise, Purple doesn't like Red, and was probably not trying very hard. 

Oh, and Cyan found these cards in a trespasser's backpack. We've played so many games and versions of uno that now those cards lie shredded around the racetrack. And Oranges' gotten SO annoying, without Red to annoy.

Orange said that Red had turned on the electric fences, but trespassers were still getting in somehow. But now we rarely got to kill them because most of them were already dead, covered in ash. Things keep getting weirder and weirder.

Yesterday, we found a whole group of people dead, covered with ash. Has Red been preventing all this? 

------------Time Skip-----------------------------

I was chasing a trespasser through my castle, when they stopped abruptly, gasping. I paid their body language no heed, and killed them. Then I stopped and gasped too.

Next to the Throne was a disoriented human in a lab coat, with red skin, their head in their knees. Red! 

"Red?"

He slowly raised his head, and even though I couldn't make out his expression, I could tell there was something off about him. Then he spoke.

"...are you... blue..." he said in a tortured, quiet, disoriented voice, cracked from not using it for weeks.

What's wrong with you Red? Why are you here, and why are you like this? 

"I'll come back with the others, they'll know what to do." I told him.

I turned to leave, when something tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around. Standing there was a pale white humanoid being, with purple hair. Red is gone. You won't see him again. All that's left is a shell, and his mind is beyond repair. Don't bother. it said, in a soft, feathery, voice.

"But, that's Red. He literally created us. You too, probably. What did he do to deserve this?"

He did nothing. This is revenge. And he wasn't the one to create me. Besides, if you were in his place, he would leave you there. Why bother?

"Because I'm not Red. The rest of the Rainbow Friends might have left him, but I'm not them. And you don't know if he would have helped us or not. He has before." I snapped back.

That was his fault in the first place. Oh, and if you try and do something, you might end up like him. Have a good day! it said, and vanished.

Well, that was... interesting. Is the reason Red is like he is now its fault? Were the things it said true? Nevermind, there's no time for that. If Red wasn't insane, he would be soon.

Quickly gathered Yellow and Cyan, because they were the closest ones.

Yellow: "What's this for Blue? There are still trespassers around."

Cyan: "Did someone get hurt?"

"I found Red. But... here, I'll show you." I said hurriedly.

I led them to the throne room, where Red was still sitting.

"Red... I'm back" I quietly spoke.

He looked up and Yellow and Cyan gasped. His face must have looked bad. Just wait till they hear him. 

"...blue... is he here... are you ... afraid... Ash... don't... leave me... voices..." he stuttered in the same voice as before.

"Damn" said the voice of Yellow behind me. "We need to do something fast.".

"There's someone else whose part of this. But I'll tell you later, go tell the others to come to the infirmity. Red's probably insane." I stated, like this was an everyday comment one would make.

Yellow and Cyan nodded, and ran off. 

I picked Red up carefully, and he didn't protest. Or react at all. He really has changed. I walked off to the infirmity. When I got there the rest of the Rainbow Friends were waiting there.

Orange flinched when he saw Red. But remained silent.

They were all looking at me for an explanation. I couldn't give them a great one, because I didn't know that much. But it was more than they knew.

I put Red down on the bed. Then sat up, sighed, and began.

"I was chasing a trespasser in my castle, when they ran into the throne room, and gasped. I didn't think much about that then, and killed them. Then I saw Red sitting with his head in his knees. I said his name, and he looked up and asked in a quiet, not Red voice, if I was Blue. I said I would come back with you guys, and turned to leave. But that is where things get weird." ("Weirder than before, you mean, said Orange, and the others glared at him)

"I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and saw a pale white humanoid being with purple hair. They told me that Red was a shell now. That Red is how he is now because it wanted revenge, and that Red didn't create it. Then it told me if I tried to help Red I would end up like him." I finished.

"Wow." Green said. Wow was 'a bit' underrated.

"So... Red's not getting better" said Cyan, looking down at Red who was absently laying there, staring at the ceiling. 

"I don't think so." I sighed. Everything was changing. We used to be afraid of Red. Now we were afraid for him. 

Orange sniffed, and went and curled up by Red. We were staring, but he glared at us, and so we stopped.

"Well, some more trespassers showed up. Best go get rid of them." Green says.

I left, but not before looking back at Red. He had not moved since I put him down.

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1019 words! Btw just so everyone knows, Ash is my oc, and I hate it. Same with Neko Seek, I just love to draw them. I was smiling so hard when I was writing the chapter. I'm ok.

[nowheretobefound101]

I Will Find You

A one-shot story dedicated to humanity who suffers fear and pure sadness because of the unacceptable truth about death.

I know how you admire this place so much. A place where you always pick up your fresh daisies and collect it in your handwoven basket. This flower field of yours is where our story began and I still remember the scent of freshly picked flowers all over your dress and hair, and also, your signature smile that never fails to enlighten my days after it.

Right now, at this moment, you give me this nostalgia just like back in the day I first met you.

I was just roaming around in this unfamiliar place until I got lost in the middle of your flower field. I am just moved in at my grandparents' house at that time, and I decided to sneak out of the house for a while to find out if something is amusing in this place. I continue strolling around until I saw you, gracefully sitting on the ground filled with daisies, sweetly humming a calm melody, and your hair flows smoothly with the air that also gave off its a vivid color like it kisses the sun.

I silently walked towards you and crouched in front of you. As you opened your eyes, I saw a great shocked in your face.

"AHHH!! WHO ARE YOU!? DON'T MAKE A MOVE." You screamed as if I will gonna rob you.

"Ohh, My bad for scaring you, I'm lost." I said.

"Your name's lost? I think your parents' had a bad taste." She giggled as she fixed her dress.

"No, I... I mean, I am literally 'lost',and Jack is my name!" I corrected.

"I'm just kidding! By the way, I'm Elsa. I see that your are the newcomer that your grandma told me for a couple of days ago." She said.

"Okay, so my grandma never runs out of stories to tell huh. But, please, I just want to go home right now 'cuz I just sneaked out in fixing my stuffs."

"So someone's getting trouble later!" She teased.

"C'mon, just help me!" I pleaded.

"Calm down you sneaky ones, I'll help you, okay, but first, help me to pick these daisies for your grandma. And yeah, if you wanted a place for yourself you can just freely visit my flower field."

"Thank you for your warm welcoming, Elsa." I said.

After we picked up those daisies for my grandma, she guided and walked me home. I never imagine that my grandparents are really closed to her. I thought that they'll gonna sermon me, instead, they were both glad and shocked that I already known Elsa.

And also, I found out where my grandma, who is so fond of daisies, came from.

Every afternoon, we are always staying on our spot in your flower field. We eat, laugh, tell some stories, collect some flowers to be sold on the market, music jamming, and even ending up taking a nice nap wherein sometimes, grandma will gonna wake us up if she minded to visit the place.

Days... Months... To years. Two people who begin and meet up as strangers, and now, I can't believe that you are my fiance.

But, Is this a right choice?

I keep regretting myself, every day along with our joys and love, not telling you the real reason why I moved with my grandparents. You only knew that I moved because I don't have parents anymore. I also told my grandparents for a long time ago to keep my secret hidden from the world I know.

I agreed to live for the rest of my years with my grandparents, hide until it ended because of my terrible fate, yet, everything changes until you came into my hopeless life. It is all coincidental and you never failed to enlighten me. Honestly, I failed too many times in love but you are something unique and special that I've never seen to anyone.

You are the only one who enlightened my hopeless heart and soul.

And the day I feared came as I passed out in the middle of the fields while we are happily collecting some daisies. That moment, my sight slowly turns blurry and I can't even feel my body anymore. As I fell through the grounds, I saw the daisies burst out in the mid-air, suddenly, I heard your voice repeatedly calling my name... calling some help, until everything went pitch black.

As I woke up, I feel so weak, I am not even aware of what day it is, and I am just catching up on my breath. I tried to look around and I saw you, sitting beside my bed and sleeping as your head placed to your arms down to my bed, I want to call your name, but, I really can't. Luckily, you noticed me awake as you feel me moved my hands to yours. You quickly stand up and sit in front of me, you planned to call my grandparents but I stopped you because I want to let you know all my regrets before my time ends.

"Elsa, I am begging you, just listen to me."

"What is it Jack, I'm here and I can hear you." I see into your eyes how worried you are and feel it on how you pressed my hands.

"I am sorry if I'd never confessed to you about this unknown disease that makes me weaker every single day. I moved to my grandparents to hide my terrible and undesirable fate to all as I wanted to shut myself out from anyone. Yet, you came into my life. I don't blame it okay, honestly, I am glad that I met you. I know from the start that I can't keep this from you forever but I just don't want to see you and my grandparents burden the pains when I left. I'm so sorry, Elsa. I am really sorry."

"Hush, my darling and just take a deep breath. I knew it already, as I observed how clumsy you are, as to how you see the world around you, as to how those medicines were in your pockets... I knew it already, Jack. When you were carried here by our fellow villagers, your grandparents also talked to me about this and on how you shut yourself so you can't see anyone suffers. Jack, I am also glad that you are the only person who showed me the beauty of falling in love, you also gave colors to my world, and you also enlighten me to appreciate the world. You had done nothing wrong." She confessed.

"If this is the time for you to take your rest... It's okay, Jack. Don't worry too much about us." She added.

"Uhm... Elsa... Ca... Can I ask you something?" I weakly said to her. I am trying my best to catch up on some air as I still can.

"What is it?" She answered.

" I know we can't stop the time, dear. I'm sincerely sorry, but, I... I just wish to see you, smiling in front of me for the last time because this is the only thing, my last memorabilia of you, that I can take for my departure. I... I know it's hard for you to--"

You stopped me as you placed your hands on my cheeks and rubbing my tears that flow in my face. I weakly smiled at you as I felt the your gentle hands for the last time.

"I'll smile for you even you don't request it from me." She answered.

As she smiled, she can't control herself from her overflowing emotions of pain and sadness as I see her cry at the same time.

I see my grandparents for the last time trying to not interrupting us. They are just silently standing, and peeking and listening through a small gap in the door. She didn't notice them as she continuously cries out.

"It's okay to cry, Elsa." I said. I just hope that I can wipe her tears back. "Thank you for making me happy within my limited time. I'm sorry if I need to leave you so suddenly. I love you as I will be waiting for you in our next lives." I smiled, yet, everything surrounds me faded little-by-little.

"I love you 'till we meet again. Sleep now, Jack." And this is the last thing I heard.

Elsa cried so hard after I left and my grandparents open the door and approach her. Then, the room is just filled with their mourns and tears around my dead body.

Days turn to weeks that passed away quickly... I can't even tell you that my soul is still wandering around in this world because I was told to finish my last mission.

From the first, it made my mind discombobulated until I see your name flash within my memory.

"You are my last mission." I told to myself.

Even though you can't see, feel, or hear me anymore, I can still able to guide you throughout your sufferings. My soul's still alive to finish my last mission because you are still believing in me.

But history repeats itself, and now, I see myself to you who shut yourself to everyone. I can only sense your agonies, fears, and sadness all over the room. My grandparents always checked you in your home, yet, you always said that "You're fine. Just leave me alone."

What should I do? I want to accomplish this mission, but how?

I remembered that you have a sister who lives in the near village with her husband. I tried to find her, however, I still don't know what will should I do.

When night came, I planned if I can able to write and luckily I have enough strength as a soul to do it. While your sister and her husband sleeping, I tried to write a short letter that I hope it may help you.

Days later, your sister saw your letter and visit you again. She opens and enters your cabin, removed and placed her winter coat into the rack behind the door, and she goes straight to your room.

She knocks on your door but you didn't answered. She called,

"Elsa, please I know you're in there

People are asking where you've been

They say, 'have courage' and I'm trying to,

I'm right out here for you

Just let me in."

But still, you have no response.

Anna calls you for another time,

" We only have each other

It's just you and me

What are we gonna do?"

And you suddenly opened your door and let your sister enter. Both of you stand beside your window that is full of daisies. You still don't make any response and Anna seems so worried about you. But, as the moment you pick up a daisy, Anna blurted out in her soft comforting voice, "Do you want to build a snowman?" After you hear it out clearly, you cried out in front of her.

I see, You made to let out your emotions again after I left at the beginning of winter.

Tears just suddenly flow down from your eyes and your sister continues to comfort you.

"Elsa, shutting yourself and burdening it by yourself is not what Jack wanted for you right? Yesterday, I found a piece of paper hidden in our picture. Do you wanna read it. Here, take this." Anna slipped out a paper and held it to Elsa.

Elsa read it loudly that the two of them can hear...

"Love can heal a frozen heart. Both of your hearts were like your daisies: Pure, innocent, and there it lies your true love. If you had read this, remember that when you feel lost through your darkness, let your daisies enlighten you towards your true love.

P.S. I will get mad if you forget how to smile :)

Anna, protect her from me okay. I'm sorry if I can't give you some chocolates this time."

"Jack's really full of fun and suprises." Elsa giggles.

"Finally, you smiled again, I hope he can see you smile like that again." Anna frankly said.

"C'mon, I know that whenever he is, he always gonna see this smile of mine." Elsa said.

"So, do you want to build a snowman, the flower fields seems to be filled up with snow." Anna joyfully asked.

"If you insisted. Thank you, Anna." And she hugged her sister so tight and Anna also hugged her back.

Anna suddenly holds Elsa's hand and rushed out because of her excitement, they run straight to the fields and dive mountains mountain of snow.

I watched you played with your sister and build a snowman, I also tried to join your fun the last time. So, I scoop a pile of snow and form some snowballs. At first, I hit you, and it was so fun that you blame Anna just like before when I still have my body. Then, I hit your sister next that makes her revenge and rained you with her snowballs.

Finally, you set me free and I also set you free.

I know you can sense me even you can't see me anymore...

For the last time, I just wanna say thank you for believing in me for no matter what reasons, and, for now, before I take step to eternity, I want you to know that I promised myself that you are the only person I'll find and love you again through our next lives, see you soon.

"I will also find you, Jack. You are the only man that I will love again in our next lives. Thank you and see you soon." You whispered and tears started to fall to you.

Did you really reply to me, Elsa? No, it must be a coincidence.

"I can sense you there like a friend I've always known. Show yourself, I'm no longer trembling." You opened your eyes and started to see me like a dream.

I come close to you and place my head into yours.

"I see, you still believe in me no matter what." I whispered to her.

"Yes, Jack. Until eternity. Can I feel you for the last time?"

"Yes, you may, Elsa. I love you."

"I love you too." You smiled as you closed your eyes and cry.

Once I closed my eyes, I cried and at the same time I feel my soul fades little-by-little.

And for the last time, I see your smile from the day I first encountered you.

Because it is the only smile that enlightened me out of my darkness.

See you soon. I will find and love you again to our next lives.

[bowl-of-shortness]

*Sending this anonymously since I'm not out* (please don't try to out me, I will cry. If you think you might know who I am, pls don't ask if you're right. I have anxiety and I'm scared to share this as is)

So what you said about being asexual and demiromantic and not feeling like you can contribute to conversations, I FELT that.

I feel like the only way to join conversations about attractive people is by lying. I feel so guilty because I have never figured out what else to do. They all just look like people?

I've literally created a checklist in my head of society's standards because I have no idea what else to judge on. Calling everyone beautiful feels so fake but to me they just... are. People are only "ugly" to me when they're mean. Like to me, beauty is based on personality and I dont understand how other people do it. How can you rate a face without a story? (Like I can only do that when I assume things about people's lives based on their looks??? And it's normally wrong assumptions because "don't judge people based off looks alone" is correct??? Yet people just... do this? Like "they're hot" but isn't that what you're not supposed to do, like???)

I recently came out to my best friends as ace, and even then, they still bring it up every time they're rating people or talking attractive characters, as in the "we know you have no opinion or whatever" and I hate it. Like now that they know I'm ace, it feels like they're actively pushing me out of conversations or want to see what an ace rates them as. (They wouldn't if I asked, but it's kinda fun to participate, I feel more normal. Even if I am just lying) I feel a bit uncomfortable rating people because they think it's based of asthetics but to me I'm just making up numbers. (Its less lying now that they know I'm not sexually attracted to people, but it still hurts. It's nice that they recognize I don't relate and I'm not banning a conversation topic, it just hurts and I'll just take it silently instead of making a fuss. I guess this is just what I was just born to endure, huh.)

Literally, people used to ask me if my ex (SO at the time) was cute or whatever and I always said yes. I was making it up because ya know, I didn't feel that way. I had NO sexual attraction to them but I sold that lie to be normal. I finally came to terms with the fact that I am asexual recently, almost a year to the date I broke up with the only SO I ever forced myself to have. (That tale is a tragedy and I have massive amounts of guilt for the lies I told them to sell that I was a normal hetero cis person. I did so much wrong by them and I hope someday I can forgive myself for it.)

I thought I was bi when I first let myself belive I'm not a normal straight because I felt the same level of attraction across the gender spectrum. (I accepted how I felt about the person of the opposite gender was a crush and then realized I felt the same way about someone of the same gender. That was a crisis) Zero equals zero, wasn't really lying.

Anyway, all that to say that:

You are valid and realateable AF. Conversations about attraction is so uncomfortable and isolating and I'm so thankful you're brave enough to bring it up

I'm also really trying to figure out if I'm panromantic, or demiromantic, or whatever and I'm unsure what to do. Why can't there just be an accurate uquiz.... :(

Like, I think I may be demi something because I have literally only ever had "crushes" on my best friends. I'm not 100% sure what a crush is, but I'm assuming that when I tell myself "don't think of your friends like that, that's wierd" that I'm just mad at myself for acquiring a crush on my bestie.

I have no one to talk to about this because they are firm believers in not dating friends (both have been burned) and I am terrified they'll find out that I can't imagine a relationship with anyone other than a best friend. Like what do I do? I'm so tired fam. I don't think they will be mad if I tell them I'm demi romantic (I'm currently going with panromantic since that just seems easier) and I'm scared they'll find out I realized my sexuality through crushed I had on them, since they're opposite genders and I've had the same "crush" on both of them.

Only wanting romance with friends is so hard because to most people, friends aren't for dating but for talking about potential dates and I hate it.

It's nice to know that I'm following a fellow ace person who gets the romantic struggle. I think you're an icon, and I'm glad that you're in a place where you can be out.

I know we're not close or anything, but I'm really happy to know that there's someone else out there who I can relate to when I can't say a word anywhere else. I hate keeping up the charade, but I'm not in the kind of place where I can drop it. If you're interested in my situation and why I'm forever closeted, I've got quite the tale. but I've ranted enough here. (I won't force my life story on you, I know you want a positive blog and this ramble isn't very positive. I can shut up and vanish if you never want to hear from me again)

Thanks for having your anons on <3

I wish I could dm you and just chat (if you were even interested) but I can't (IRL people know my Tumblr and I dont want to make a new one unless it's necessary.) If there's anything you wanna chat about, I hope I stumble across it on my dash. I hope its okay if I hide behind anon asks.

Thanks for representing people like me. Sorry for the ramble, I guess I needed to get more off my mind than I realized. Thanks for being a safe space to vibe for a while. It's nice to be around other, perfectly valid people like me. I look up to you in a sense ♡

(But seriously, if this is too much drama and you don't want me to do this again, you don't even need to post this I won't bother you again without your consent)

I- wow.

That’s really all I can say.

I’m very glad that you feel just as recognized here as an asexual as you should be. And I know what every single one of these struggles is like. Personally, I never Liked to force things onto myself which has been Both a blessing and a curse.

It’s great because I don’t have to deal with a relationship but over time people stop wanting to be around you for it. But eventually, I found a friend group who respected what I did and didn’t want to talk about. And unfortunately even though some people may be nice and friendly to you, that doesn’t mean that you and that person are going to click.

I think you might want to start being more open about not wanting to talk about these things when you’re around them, and if that’s scary and difficult, start small. I get it. But the more you stay quiet and the more morning is going to change.

So yea, I don’t mind the ask! I guess I didn’t even realize that me just openly existing as Aspec was a huge thing to a lot of people, so I’m glad I could help, I hope everything gets better for you anon. Have a lovely day/afternoon/evening 💖💖💖

[theskygivesmelife]

"I am the master of my fate,"

How ironic that a poem about self control uses this very phrase, whilst ignoring the fact that fate, or destiny actually imply that there can never truly be any control, for all is predetermined from the beginning of time.

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I'd say we don't. Nonexistence is a superior state of existence in my opinion.

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First things first: you don't love me, so stop saying you do. Even if you genuinely believe you do, you'll understand what I mean.

With that said, for the love of God can you stop messaging me? Not on WhatsApp because I will have *deleted* it, and not on Android messages because I can't respond as I don't have any balance. I use my phone only for music or gaming mainly anyway. Speaking of which, I thought I did make it clear that I don't want to talk to you. When was the last time we did talk? Right, your birthday. I don't remember ever being that drained after talking to you. Honestly, it was a pain—was it for you too? I guess that's what happens as one becomes truly apathetic. Seriously, I don't know who you're still trying to contact, but that person's dead. Well, not literally unfortunately, but if you do want to talk to some tired, disillusioned soul I'm still here I guess. As I mentioned, your little I love yous at the end don't really hold, because, you know, you're really just refering to the wrong person. For the record, I've started to think that not only am I incapable of loving, but am also incapable of being loved.

Anyhow, lets just say that if I were Jekyll then I'm Hyde now. To be honest, I don't even know why I'm responding to you. The "fuck her, why give a damn?" voices have been quite loud for some time. Well, I don't think of you all the time, so "fuck the world" might seem more apt as a generalisation. Back to the point: some time ago I'd have actually cared, but I don't give a shit now about anything.

I'll say it now: I don't think it'll ever be a good enough reason for you. I don't think any reason ever will. You'll probably still try to convince me to maintain contact, even though it's so horribly one sided. Well, I just couldn't care less for the most part. It'd probably be good if you wouldn't waste your time on me though. I mean, let's be real. You're not going to get my number once out if this country. Even if you miraculously did, you'd certainly make some replacement friends in college without the downsides that I have, so it'd be pointless. I know you won't listen anyway, and I said that I don't care either. So why am I even trying? I don't know.

If you'll remember I've tried to shut you out multiple times. It's funny now, ~because I feel absolutely nothing now.~ Quite often in the past I'd feel quite regretful or guilty, but now? Heh, just an emotionless robot just moving along now. Going through the motions you know. Still, if there's one thing I should mention, it's that I never lied to you when I said some sentimental crap like caring about you and such. Whoever I was back then, he genuinely ment it. And now, it seems like my wick is shorter than I imagined. It's going to burn up quick. You know what that means? Garima, it means peace at last. So, let me have my time now. I still dream of that little cottage far away, secluded from society. No-one for company. Okay, a cat and a dog. They'll be nice. A drum kit. Video games maybe? What'll I do? Electrician perhaps? Mechanic? Just so long as it isn't a crappy 9-5 job, and actually pays my bills. No people. No friends—do I really have any? No girlfriend—I don't want one (not asexual, but I'm not as horny as you I guess), and I doubt I'm capable of forming a proper relationship anyway. No family—I never had one to begin with. Can you imagine it? All alone and blissful. Just let me be. Please. One way or another, I'm gone. I'm actually feeling sad now typing this, tears in my eyes and all (I haven't cried in forever) but you shouldn't be. You've got a long, long way to go; you'll do well anyway. I don't know what I really was to you, or what I've done to you. I know that I was a hard person to deal with. I can't really list out all the times I've failed you; I hope you will forgive me for them. Believe me when I say that if there was ever I person I really tried to keep happy as often as I could, it was you.

" *Bye, stay healthy and happy* "

I won't—I can't.

Bye.

PS. Nice songs. I still appreciate music I guess, unless it's a really bad day.

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[8/18/2018, 12:03 AM] Prathik: It seems not. Oh well, I was hoping I could talk one last time. Silly of me; you're probably either sleeping or studying for tomorrow's — should I say today's? — test.

[8/18/2018, 12:57 AM] Prathik: You know, I've been thinking: what if I wanted to talk to you one day? Would you then be ready to hold conversation? I think you would, but that doesn't strike me as fair. I mean you say that you'll miss me, but that's something you'll just have to take in your stride. On the contrary, if I miss you, then I try contacting you, and in all likelihood you'll just respond. What do you think?

[8/18/2018, 1:44 AM] Prathik: Maybe you're free tonight? I just want to talk; I don't know what I'm even doing now. Ugh I can't even explain it without sounding like some self pitying shithead. Forget it. I'm sorry

[8/18/2018, 12:42 PM] Prathik: Seriously, the very dynamics of our interactions are messed up. Everything is based on my mood and how I'm feeling. Don't want to talk? No problem! I'll go silent. Depressive episode? No problem! I'll go silent. It's like I can literally choose what and when we get to converse. Tired of our conversations? No problem! I'll just stop talking to you. And all you say is that you'll miss me. Sure, it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy, but bloody hell — why didn't you ever call me out for my behaviour? Gee, we screwed up...so many flaws and nothing was even done about them.

Yes, I'm ranting. I'll say stupid things, and maybe hurtful things too. If I were completely aware of what it is that sounded like that, then I wouldn't be saying them. Not that it's an excuse for saying anything I shouldn't. You probably shouldn't take anything personally, because in all likelihood, I'll probably just be projecting.

[8/18/2018, 12:52 PM] Prathik: Oh shit, I really need psychological help don't I? Do you think that if I got better, I'd finally stop sabotaging all the relationships I have?

[8/19/2018, 12:19 AM] Prathik: Goodbye

[8/19/2018, 2:25 PM] Prathik: Okay, I'll just leave this here. Just one last thing. I honestly am doubting my mental stability: I'd wager that I'm fairly unstable in general and more so at this point. My mood seems to swing like a fucking pendulum, and for whatever reason, I have and possibly might keep spouting unnecessary shit. So please, just *IGNORE EVERYTHING* I say. *EVERYTHING.* Except this one last message. Please. It's all I ask.

[8/19/2018, 2:54 PM] Prathik: I'm also not going to be using WhatsApp anymore — no point now right? — so I guess you'll be spared if having to reply to anything.

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[8/8/2018, 10:24 PM] Prathik: Bloody hell, always nice to me even though I don't deserve it. Can't just go study like you ought to or talk to anyone else? You've got tons of friends after all. Perhaps one day they'll give you a consolation prize saying "good effort; hard luck" and maybe then you'll see how you're just wasting your time. Whatever. It's not like I can control you or force you to behave in a certain manner. Stupid world. Just leave me be

[8/8/2018, 10:52 PM] Prathik: I don't even know why you don't give in. I mean, what am I to you? Some depressed idiot that makes you feel better about yourself? I don't think that's the narrative you've sold to me, so that's probably not the reason.

It's kinda like you're an ant running against the wind. Not any wind, though, just that which is being blown by some sadistic little kid. It keeps running into it. Over and over it tries and fails. The wind keeps pushing it back, but the ant doesn't see how futile it's attempts are. It doesn't see that despite the fact that it keeps trying, nothing's going to change. It has so many other avenues of exploration, ones that would certainly lead to a great reception from the colony, but oh no. The ant keeps running, hoping that the resistance will decrease. Eventually the boy just blows harder, and the ant flies away and lands on its back. (Good thing it has an exoskeleton.) Only then does it see how pointless its efforts were, and that they were better off invested somewhere else.

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You know how people throw that fucking annoying platitude around? That things will get better? Doesn't happen. It's no different in its progression from a physical illness, and once you go beyond a certain stage you're only living on fumes at that point. Limited time. But it'll get better they say. Fucking hell, it can also get worse, but who's willing to actually concede that bleak truth?

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Yeah, maybe. I don't know. I'm just getting worse mentally. I mean, I set the suicide date for when I'm 25. It's only kept dropping. I started considering pushing it to college years, and now I'm genuinely pondering whether I should just drop out of college like when I'm 19 or so and be done with it — at least I won't have to wonder about how you'll come meet me in USA lol. I'm also drawing more blanks in tests. It's not like I don't know, it's just making me more and more anxious. Like the psychology UT we had just some time ago. I left 12 marks because it seemed to easy to be true and I thought I was wrong. I got 17.5 . And meeting people, ugh. Worse than ever. Sure I'm introverted, but at this rate I'm practically going to become a hermit. My ability to function like a sane person is waning, and it's actually quite clear. It's makes me awe struck and horrified at the same time seeing how someone is so capable of self sabotage. Yeah, I don't think I was made for this world. Just one big mistake that hasn't been taken care of yet.

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Oh, if you haven't listened to it already, you really should listen to Heroes by David Bowie. Please do, if you haven't yet. Just this one song.

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[6/28/2018, 12:13 AM] Prathik: I love you.

[6/28/2018, 12:14 AM] Prathik: ^ I just felt like saying that.

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You don't get it. I don't know for sure that you like talking to me. Yes, you've said so so many times that I've lost track. I'd be lying if I said that it were enough to convince me. It isn't; you can't do anything to change my perception of myself, and sometimes I'll project, being the idiot I am after all. There's never going to be a time when I can the voice that says you're you're just using me for some kicks or something to shut up. That doubt will never go, and every time you say something like that, I'll make sure to interpret it as evidence that even you don't care, that you just let your guard down. You can't ever really make me satisfied or happy, so don't throw away any more of your time actually trying to justify anything. If you know that what you've done is fine, then it's fine.

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[6/12/2018, 8:51 PM] Prathik: Speaking of which, it's interesting that you brought up the fact that our relationship is dysfunctional. Not that I really addressed it well when you originally meantioned it. It does make me wonder, are the dynamics of the way we interact with each other actually healthy? Perhaps we're just fucking each other in the ass and not even realising it? While it's a possibility that I consider, you should know that I don't think the second one is too probable. All the same, it's bothersome enough to actually consider pondering over. Funny, though, how I've just turned a blind eye to it; best relationship you've had you say. Pretty much the same for me, I suppose that's why I've not considered anything that suggests contrary to that opinion.

You know, we never did our cliched apologies. I'm not sure what exactly to apologise for; however, I don't have any qualms admitting that I did fuck up. I'm not sure it makes any sense to apologise for going silent for a month. Honestly, while I did miss you, I'm not sure of how much I actually regret it. Heck, if I hadn't misunderstood your message and not responded... Moreover, what's the point of saying sorry for something I've done multiple times and might do again anyway? It probably does defeat the purpose of it. I do regret making you angry though. I'm not too proud of getting you pissed off, I honestly am sorry about that. That conversation just didn't go the way I'd have liked it to I guess...

[6/12/2018, 8:53 PM] Prathik: Also, is it just me or have things between us changed? I mean, the one month silence probably did more harm than good. It'd have probably been better had I never done anything, or had not stupidly misinterpreted what you said and stayed silent after all. I don't know, I'm not saying it has anything to do with you anyway. I know who's responsible if something is wrong after all.

[6/12/2018, 10:04 PM] Prathik: Oh, today I mixed NaOH with NH4Br, boiled it and inhaled it. I also had to do some speaking for a group activity in English, and I didn't really fuck it up at all or get shaky knees

Just saying. Anyway, which Tapasya acquaintances are you still in touch with?

[6/12/2018, 10:42 PM] Prathik: Oh look, they just killed off net neutrality in USA. Fucking Ajit Pai. As if he didn't have an incredibly punchable face to begin with.

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[6/10/2018, 10:05 AM] Prathik: If you say so. Read at your own inconvenience.

Since I'm idiotic enough, I decided to read more of the dude's articles. Lost a ton of brain cells. Also, don't read the comments. Nutty, the lot of them.

[6/10/2018, 11:00 AM] Prathik: "The power of propaganda always surprises me. Only 30 years ago, homosexuality was almost universally condemned, and now it’s accepted in half the world and half the States. Clearly, the natural position worldwide is that homosexuality is a disorder, and should be condemned. The problem is, we lost the youth. Somehow, homosexual advocates were able to brainwash and indoctrinate them into accepting it. If you talk to anyone my age, they believe that homosexuality poses no health risks (homosexuals have a 5 times higher chance of getting HIV) and that they are born as homosexuals (despite no scientific evidence.) IMO this is a result of two things: homosexual propaganda (esp. through the internet) and the collapse of the traditional marriage model. The parents simply haven’t taught their children about Christianity and thus they are easy prey for the homosexual movement.

Honestly, I am very pessimistic and I feel that it’s only going to get worse as time goes on. More and more ‘Christians’ are accepting this behavior day by day and it’s heartbreaking."

Has to be the most ironic things I've ever read. Talks about propaganda and indoctrination, but completely turns a blind eye to how he's become what he is.

[6/10/2018, 6:29 PM] Prathik: And now, I've realised that I could have actually spent my time better by talking to you on the phone as you suggested. Not that I studied one bit as I planned to do.

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[6/9/2018, 1:56 AM] Garima Joshi: Bye now, love you.

[6/9/2018, 1:57 AM] Prathik: Bye. Love you.

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if I could really recover from the depressed, socially anxious, and suicidal person I am today, believe me I'd let you know immediately. I promise.

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[3/20/2018, 3:01 AM] Garima Joshi: I know you said you were tired. Thanks for sticking around. Always great talking to you.

[3/20/2018, 3:02 AM] Prathik: It's always fun talking to you. So.. yeah. Do we say goodnight or goodmorning at this point?

[3/20/2018, 3:03 AM] Prathik: Yeah. Stay safe in Delhi will you? Bye.

[3/20/2018, 3:04 AM] Garima Joshi: I'll try, I'll try.

Have a good day (today)

Bye, love you.

[3/20/2018, 3:06 AM] Prathik: I thought you said cheesy stuff were grossing you out...

I'm sorry, did I sound a little overprotective?

[3/20/2018, 3:13 AM] Garima Joshi: Okay Patrick I love you v much but I'll find you a wife tomorrow, for now you need those 2 hours 58 minutes of beauty sleep to rope in all those women

[3/20/2018, 3:13 AM] Prathik: Lulz. Fine. Love you too.