#and then they complain about being broke

[parisbytaylorswift]

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[mushtoons]

shout out the abusive parents 💥 ✊ 🔥💯 can always count on you to ensure I'll have a stroke and die due to stress before im 40 🙏 can't get that kind of reliability from just anywhere 🥺 💯 🔥🔥🔥

[whydoidothistomyselfandothers]

okay I just need to get something off my chest. I'm a member of the lgbt+ community, and some of the discussions I've seen online about Boston have really rubbed me the wrong way tbh. like, countless people seem to imply that he's a terrible person because he's promiscuous?? there's nothing wrong with sleeping around! it's not inherently immoral! I know that in this circumstance a lot of people are saying it jokingly, but I've heard a lot of people irl - both outside of the community and within it - be really crappy and rude about m|m being promiscuous, like really looking down on them for it as if it's some sort of failing on their part. and it's not! again, in Only Friends I know there's more to it, and there's cheating and hurt feelings and whatnot involved, but Boston has not committed to a monogamous relationship with anyone and he is not morally in the wrong for simply sleeping with people. it's his body and that's his perogative! so, idk it'd just be nice if we could tone it down on the whole "Boston sleeping around makes him a terrible person" thing ig

[blueberrybeomgyurecs]

guys i bought the boynextdoor hoodie

[nellasbookplanet]

I'm currently slowly working my way through the Animorphs books (just finished The Andalite Chronicles today and this goddamn tragic children's book nearly made me cry) and I'm so upset I never picked these books up as a kid, I would've adored them. But I'm also incredibly amused that one series I did imprint on as a teen was Michael Grant's Gone series, specifically for its freaky sci-fi worldbuilding and the way it portrayed kids and teens going through horrific situations and comitting horrific acts without brushing over the resulting trauma and consequences or treating it as just a 'fun adventure'. And then I find out that Grant co-wrote the Animorphs books and is married to Katherine Applegate. Yeah, I can see that.

[sadgirlautumn]

Job ads will say “we want someone with a college degree in ___!” and then offer to pay you $18 an hour… like you know a lot of fast food services pay $16 and promise raises even if you have zero experience and no degree whatsoever. $17 if you work the night shift… like be so serious right now.

[lesbiansanemi]

Speaking of my roommate this bitch stresses me tf out cuz she’s finally like “okay you’re moving I gotta make a plan” except her…. Plan…… is driving across the country…… and living in LA………

[stupid-and-cute-are-enough]

cough. here's a little super short fic i wrote bc i make those too. be sure to check out the silly extra details i added in the tags!

@get-rammed

Monty lets out a heavy sigh, sitting on the much too small couch in his room, his handler close by his side, messing around with wires in the open compartment on his arm. Something went wrong with his claws again, and management is convinced that it’s the programming or the wiring that’s the problem, sicking his handler on the problem again and again. Monty doesn’t think it’s either of those things.

He huffs again and drops his head onto his free hand, boredom clawing at his... shell. His handler bumps with a small clank.

“Sit still, you big baby. I’ll be done in a minute.”

He rolls his eyes. “I’ve never been one to sit still, sweets.”

“Yeah, well, you’re gonna today.”

He rolls his eyes again, resisting the urge to let out another huff. He knows fusing over this is only gonna make it take longer. That and… he can see the bags under his handler’s eyes. It’s late. Far later than any other employee stays, except those working the graveyard shift. It seems like even the other animatronic handlers have gone home for the day. He can tell that they’re tired, but they never bring it up to him. They probably don’t want to worry him, all things considered, but that just makes Monty even more anxious. They look half asleep already, so Monty decides to occupy them with the most meaningless conversation he can muster.

“Hey, so, like…” Monty trails off, rolling his free hand at the wrist. “I barely saw any, uh, human staff around today, even though it was super fuckin’ busy. Why’s that?”

His handler stops, blinking for a second. “Oh, it’s, uh, Labor Day. It’s like a national holiday about unions or something, and people usually get the day off.”

Monty raises a brow. “Why didn’t you get the day off?”

They snort. “You don’t get the day off, so I don’t get the day off.”

Monty hums. “... That’s pretty shitty for us then, huh?”

They laugh, patting his arm. “Yeah. It is. Hey, I just finished up re-wiring everything. Give me a test and see if everything works right?”

Monty obliges, clenching his fists and spinning them around at the wrist. He mimics plenty of movements he makes while playing on stage, and nothing stutters, nothing stalls, or makes any weird noises. His internal diagnostics show no issues, either. All seems well, so he leans back and gives a smug, shit-eating smile. One that’s familiar.

“All’s workin’,” he replies, keeping up his smile when he sees the weight lifted off his handler by the news. They don’t like being comforted. Not directly, anyway.

“Great,” they sigh, slouching into a more relaxed position. They close up the compartment on Monty’s arm, giving it one last, solid pat.

“You good to recharge and everything?” They ask, packing up their small tool bag and tossing it in some random corner of the room. They barely put it away anymore, but management hasn’t caught on yet. Or maybe his handler just doesn’t care that they’re supposed to put it away. Either is possible. “Do you want me to lay with you?”

Monty thinks as they bustle around the room, turning down the lights and doing a cursory glance at his recharge station. He does want them to lay with him. He always does. But Monty sees the exhaustion in their shoulders and feels some kind of misplaced guilt. They’re this tired because he’s a Glamrock now, not just a side attraction. He became more of a handful. He broke more. He needed them more at all hours of the day. They’re his handler. He’s tired, and he’s not even human.

“Naw,” he says, tilting his head and smiling. “I’m good.”

“Alrighty then,” his handler puts on a brave smile, grabbing their oversized Monty jacket and slinging it over their shoulders. Before, Monty would’ve teased them about being such a simp, how they don’t need his merch because they already wear his face all day, or how they could literally just zip up their uniform, but he lets it go for tonight.

“Se you tomorrow, big guy.”

Monty doesn’t comment on how today is already tomorrow.

“Goodnight, cher.”

His handler leaves, muttering about how they’ll probably need to catch a bus because they “don’t think they can drive like this,” and Monty wants nothing more than to invite them back. To give them the whole couch and let them sleep. But for all the crazy hours Fazbear Entertainment expects of them, they’re not allowed to stay overnight. No one is allowed to stay overnight, except for the night shift workers, who all had to sign crazy amounts of paperwork, and they both know it.

So, instead, Monty watches them make their way to the entrance. He watches as they struggle with their ID until the heavy metal doors rise, and they can slip out the door. He strains his eyes to see them disappear into the dark until the metal doors obscure them from view and hopes for all it’s worth that tomorrow will be easier.

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please ignore any silly typos im p sure i got them all but its super late. i wanna post this tho so im posting it. i may or may not repost this later but like. as a better version lmao ram pls tell me if monty is OOC i was punching AIR trying to write this guy 😭 i thought i knew him well and then BAM no the fuck i dont

[catboyhdb]

neeeeeed my friends & I to move in together soon (but maybe after summer) because I paid my rent today and now my bank account is the saddest I've seen it in months 🕴

[felidaefatigue]

it is hilarious how many canadians are just the slightest tap away from being absolutely insane due to how repressed they feel from social expectation.

[tiny-tokunaga]

People who have come to terms with their disabilities and how they affect your life, please share your wisdom because despite it being years now, I'm having A Time™ and kinda feeling like I'm drowning lmao

[bitesonmyneck]

i know enfants riches déprimés literally translates to depressed rich kids and the pricing is On Purpose ™ and i love love love the brand but $700 for a t-shirt is nasty work

[hauntingblue]

I don't know what to say... everyone got a happy ending except the people who actually wanted a real revolution and had a cause for it... but it's not like we had much of their opinions on this I guess... also no final lez sex scene... tragic

[edmundpevensiesqueen]

day 25 of wearing fun earrings for pride!

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[running-in-the-dark]

sometimes I think about the way my mother views gender and it's just. so confusing

when I was little, I wasn't allowed to play with Barbie dolls (or any other fashion dolls/dolls in general really). I was only allowed "neutral" toys (like Lego and Playmobil). we did also have lots of cars and stuff like that, which apparently are neutral too. I got one baby doll (still have her, actually), and a relative gave me a Barbie doll once (so my mother couldn't say no). later I had two more Barbies, those were probably in a bag of hand-me-downs from my older cousin.

my brothers were allowed to have long hair and wear dresses. but I had to have long hair and wear dresses. I asked my brother to cut my hair off when I was about 11 because I was so tired of it (I was allowed to get it cut by a hairstylist for the first time after that! because it was horribly uneven lol).

I think it really boils down to: my brothers were allowed to do and be and play with whatever they wanted. if they had asked for dolls I'm 99% sure they would have gotten them. but I had to be this, I don't know, this perfect version of a little girl that my mother wanted.

girly in the right ways (long hair and dresses and only dressed in the old fashioned style that my mother liked, because that's cute). but not girly in the ways that my mother disapproved of. I had to be smart and good at school, but never be difficult or ask for help with my homework. if I didn't immediately understand something I would be yelled at (the one time I asked my mother to teach me how to knit comes to mind... that was a horrible experience).

I had to be quiet and well behaved - but I wasn't, at least at home (because I was a child! children aren't supposed to be quiet all the time!), and that was constantly used against me - while my brother was incredibly loud and active and never sat still (to the point of disrupting class constantly), and that was a good thing and he got praised for being so fun and outgoing.

I don't know. there's really no point in writing this, I guess I just need to vent. I'm getting into doll collecting now, and it often makes me think about this stuff.

it's just so infuriating to think about. like - I was absolutely obsessed with interior design and I loved IKEA more than anything, and still I never got a dollhouse or anything like that. I would have LOVED that. I always got books about how to make dolls and doll furniture from the library, but no one ever encouraged/allowed me to actually do any of that. I just remember that feeling of reading about those things while knowing that I would never be able to actually do any of them.

well, fuck that, I'm an adult now and I'm getting the pretty dolls that I want and I'm gonna build a cool dollhouse and lots of furniture for it and I'm gonna be so happy about it 😠

[sampilled]

When she reposts videos about how no one is there for her but she leaves you on read constantly >>>>

People aren’t there for you because you are a bad friend!!!! who doesn’t put effort into your relationships!!!

She also constantly reposts fatspo and thinspo and I need to unfollow her and block but we’ve been friends since we were 14/15 so I can’t but it hurts tbh :(