#apart from that kid maybe. It’s not bro’s fault

[celestial-fucker]

Okay. But was there really any need for that?

BOOK 6 STOP DESTROYING ME YOU MOTHERFUCKER IM ONLY HALFWAY THROUGH AND YOU-

[skrunksthatwunk]

world's thinnest walls versus parents' stupidest argument

[orbleglorb]

tumblr in the blaseball universe, part 10

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9

image descriptions: the first image is a thick black bar meant to separate posts. the second image is a thin gray bar meant to separate reblogs. they are used continuously throughout the post when appropriate. like right now

☎️ official-jessica-telephone 🔁

☎️ official-jessica-telephone

what happens if the real JT wants this URL. it's a part of me now. who do i become if i have to give it up

🐟 offishal-jessica-telephone Follow

she'll have to krill you for it

☎️ official-jessica-telephone

WHO ARE YOU

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☕ eyesinthedark11

every day with salmon weather for the past few months, my dad has miraculously "found" fresh salmon for us to have for dinner. should i ask him where he's getting it from

#personal #i know the answer. i just need the verbal confirmation

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🐍 gamer--gorgon

shoutout to the guy (who i think might be in our shadows?) that goes fishing during every salmon game. you should see if you can get anything from the floods

#if he's a shadows guy it's extra funny because he's gotta come up from new jersey #all the shadows share an apartment there #charla said she thought she knew him but every time she tries to get into the stands to talk to him he just disappears lmfao #i get it king. i really do

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☎️ official-jessica-telephone

what do you MEAN they're rebooting supernatural???

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☕️ eyesinthedark11 🔁

☕️ eyesinthedark11

i understand that this is ostensibly a terrible thing to say but i truly do not think parker macmillan did anything wrong. if my mom was the coin i woulda done worse. i wouldn't have only been passively killing

🦆 peripheral-duck

everyone wants to act all gifted kid burn out fleabag mommy issues #coquette #girlblogger but the minute mommy decides murder is okay if it gets her some money it's all "well why didn't PARKER do anything :/" you fake fucking bitches. bro got cursed to bring destruction in his wake and THEN cursed to wander everywhere. we're not going to question that??

☕️ eyesinthedark11

if the coin was my mom i would have burned the whole earth years ago. not even because of firewalker or anything i woulda just done that

#like you are looking at mommy issues supreme. you show some fucking respect #<- PREV #on one hand it feels really weird to say these things about a Real Guy who is possibly still alive #on the other hand. you fake bitches #if you've reblogged a fleabag quote i don't wanna hear shit from you #'maybe the fireballs didn't know what instability was' valid point! #but that does not mean they're not at fault. you know #idk why everyone expects parker to just. fix everything. #if he's in the vault then he's been 19 for like 50+ years. he suffers more than jesus

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🐶 catgirlfirefighter

it's somehow the league's best kept secret that mike townsend is deaf. people keep coming to me like, "idk how you're friends with the guy, he just ignored me, he's such a dick" bro he can't hear you. and also yeah he is a huge bitch

#right judgement wrong reason #mike if you're reading this. ily <3

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🦞 marketplace-shellfish

Hey has anyone heard from that guy who was making the "meatcute is not real and can't hurt me" affirmations recently? I can't tell if it's a bit or not but they haven't posted since.

#blaseball #san francisco #san francisco lovers #hopefully it's nothing and i'm just anxious lol

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[wannaeatramyeon]

We got baby/childhood panel of Daniel, Jake, Zack, Johan, and recently Gun.

I can't stop think on how cute and chubby baby Gun is lol

Lookism 520 spoiler!

Lol. This feels very duality of man. Baby Gun coming out with UI made me lol.

Ok, gather round for Ramyeon's retelling of chapter 520.

So PTJ, with his fondness for SAD backstories cooked up one for Gun. And while it's not terrible and I didn't get food poisoning, it's tasting a bit bland because everyone is getting a SAD backstory and it's getting old y'know?

Onto the chapter-

Everyone is in love with Daddy Yamazaki, and for some reason that is bad and all the ladies chop their pinkies off to idk repent for their sins or something but even though the relationship appears to be consensual because he's had sex consensually with them all, it's still the women's fault.

In the end, the great big kind man that Daddy Yamazaki is lets them all carry his kids. Thank the heavens.

Daddy Yamazaki has Smaller Bro Yamazaki who also has a son btw (Haruto) - this is sort of important but it's hard to really feel much for them cos the son character (Haruto) has just been introduced in this chapter and will be likely killed off soon.

Anyway, I digress.

All the babies born are unimpressive so far. And you may think wtf how are babies unimpressive. Babies are just babies. Well, that's because Gun comes whooshing out the (Korean) womb with UI. Bro has built in UI from the start, kinda an impossible standard to reach so fine I get why the other babies are unimpressive.

Although if all the babies are unimpressive apart from Gun, the common denominator here is Daddy Yamazaki so maybe everyone should point the finger at him instead. Hmmm.

The chapter fast forwards to show Gun is a prodigy, he masters his training. He's only five and a kid, so he plays around with his friend but gets slapped by his mother for being a kid because it's not becoming of a future gang leader.

So even though he's FIVE, he still gets told to 'act accordingly' lol.

I think there's another timeskip, or PTJ really has lost the plot and forgotten what five year olds look like (tbh he has forgotten what 'elementary school' aged kids look like too) and Gun, genius that he is and following his mother's words takes down all the gangs in ONE DAY. WHEW.

But, PTJ is trying to desperately show it's nurture not nature. Gun wanted normal things but has been moulded to become a monster.

Gun's mother praises him for his violence and his deeds, and Gun wonders 'Huh, if mother dearest loves when I fight, and I must fight to be loved, what happens if I'm violent towards her?'. He punches her and gets praised for it.

Please see above point.

And another fast forward in time (presumably) to Gun trying to squish butterflies like the maniac he is.

Anyway, remember Smaller Bro Yamazaki's kid, Haruto, that was mentioned? Well he's the only one throughout that looked at Gun as if he was normal and told Gun he was free to do as he wants. He doesn't have to fight. Or have to be a leader if he doesn't wanna.

And sweet lil Gun doesn't really wanna, so he makes up his mind and tells Smaller Bro Yamazaki.

Smaller Bro Yamazaki loses his shit and is all who the fuck told you this nonsense. Gun snitches on Haruto, and this snitch doesn't get stitches and instead Haruto does when Smaller Bro Yamazaki tells Gun to kill Haruto. His own father tells Gun to kill HIS kid!

Dun dun dun CLIFFHANGER!

Overall very sad, very unfortunate. But please see my first point about PTJ's cooking.

I'm assuming in the coming chapters Haruto gets killed off. I would be super surprised if he doesn't because Gun, despite me being delusional and thinking he's just a sweet lil blorbo, is something of a murderous psychopath. It's more fitting of his character if he just kills off Haruto even if he has a moment of hesitation or any regrets.

Hope that helps!

[heartshapedcigaretteburns]

Situationship! Simon "Ghost" Riley

Pt. 2 of this

(This gif gets me bro. Stop looking at me like that omg 🤭🤭💦)

Neither of you really remember the contents of that drunken night enough to have predicted this life changing event. Everything in your lives continues as normal for about 3 weeks. It's about a week into Simons 2 month deployment when you start feeling the classic symptoms of pregnancy. First it's the missed period- whatever, you've had irregular periods since you were 13 so it doesn't particularly worry you especially since you and Simon were always safe (😬). The soreness of your breasts happens soon after that and then it's the nausea and bloating. At this point you're still clueless. You assume it's your late period finally deciding to show up (it's not your fault that early pregnancy feels the same as starting your time of the month.)

However, when 2 more weeks pass with all of the same irritating symptoms but no period you decide to give your doctor a quick call just to see if it's necessary to come in for a visit at this point. You set an appointment for the next day as she recommends just to make sure it's not a hormone issue or something.

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As you're sitting on the stiff hospital bed, a nurse comes by to ask a few questions to help your doctor when she comes in later. It's the normal questions- “What are your symptoms?” You list them off. “How long have you had these symptoms?” “About 2 weeks.” “Any allergies to medication?” “No.” “Are you sexually active?” “Yes” “Is there any chance you could be pregnant?” “No. Wait-” Condoms aren't 100% effective tho so there's a sliver of a chance. “Maybe?"

“Well it couldn't hurt anything to do a test."

You doubt you need it but it's better to be safe anyways (see what I did there?) She brings you a cup and instructs you to pee in it and bring it back to her and you think of how embarrassing that is as you walk to the bathroom. Once the job is done you rush back to your room like a man on a mission, your mission is to not be seen carrying a cup of your own pee around. 

You're talking to your primary doctor about your symptoms when the nurse walks back with a cheshire grin on her face and clipboard in her hands. “Well Doc, I think we know what the diagnosis is.” She gushed as she handed the clipboard over to the doctor. “Y/n, congratulations. You're about 6 weeks pregnant.” Your doctor remarked with less enthusiasm than the nurse, unsure how you feel about the news. “You have multiple options moving forward. You can keep the baby, you can-" You snap back to reality at these words and interrupt with a harsh “I'm keeping the baby."

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From then, you move forward with appointments and start looking for a better apartment to raise a child in. Though you wish you could contact Simon to tell him, you're quite thankful for the opportunity to process it for yourself. It also gives you plenty of time to prepare yourself for his possible reaction. You know this is strictly casual and he doesn't want kids in the future, let alone at this point in his life. Considering this, you ready yourself to lose him before you ever even have him and have to raise this kid alone. 

You were hoping that Simon would eventually come around to your charm and your relationship would gradually become less and less casual but you're sure this will scare him away for good. You are incredibly disappointed that you'll never know what it's like to be loved by him but you can't imagine not raising this baby. You're not sure whether you'd prefer the baby to be more like you or Simon. As much as you'd love to get to see him in the tiny person that you created together, you don't want to be reminded of what you could've had.

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Simon goes to text you to tell you he's coming back a bit earlier than previously thought but decides that this time he'll surprise you by showing up at your doorstep. God he's missed you so much. He's missed your smile and pretty eyes. He's missed your voice and the way you laugh at his grim “jokes". He's missed the way your mouth feels wrapped around his cock. He can't help crawling back to you.

He arrives at your door with takeout and a bottle of red wine and woefully unprepared for the sight he's about to be met with. When the door finally creaks open, he's face to face with you once again but something's different now. Now there's a barely noticeable but definitely there baby bump. His eyes instinctively glue themselves to the soft swell of your tummy as he just stares with a completely unreadable expression. “Simon-" “Y/n." You can't help the tears that start to sting at your eyes. “Surprise?" You croak out painfully, under the impression that this is the last crumb you'll ever get of Simon."You're-” 

"Pregnant” you cut him off. “It's mine?" “Of course." The tears that blur your vision drop and trail down your cheeks as he watches your lip tremble. 

He welcomes himself into your home, setting his things down on your entryway table and pulling you in close. He holds you tight, cradling your head in his hands lovingly. “Don't cry love. Why are you crying?" He whispers softly into your hair. He rubs your back soothingly as you sob into his chest “Don't wanna lose you. I'm sorry, Simon, I know you don't want this." 

It's at this moment he recalls that night he drunkenly bred you. Suddenly his eyes darken with an unknown emotion and something in the air shifts as he discovers that side of him for the first time again but sober this time. It's like something primal clicks in his brain and he's looking at you lustfully. He brings his hand down to cup your swollen belly and drops his mouth down to drop a tender kiss on your lips. “If I remember correctly, this is my doing Lovie" he whispers against your soft lips. “What do you mean?" You ask perplexed. You don't know what’s going on. He's not freaking out. For some reason he's saying this was his doing. “You don't remember?" Simon teases as he slowly picks you up and starts marching to your bedroom."Remember what? What are you talking about, Si?” your worry dissipates fully and now you're more confused and curious than anything as he carries you off. “Guess I'll just have to show you." He threatens as he lays you down on your bed.

Best believe you remember by the end of the night.

I actually loved writing this omg this was way out of my comfort zone with the way I chose to write it but I like how it turned out. I hope you guys enjoy it too. As always, ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes. Love you 😽💞

Taglist: @mytherapisttoldmenotto

[nomsfaultau]

ok important question

which one of your technos could i probably fight

I’m assuming you want to come out the other side swinging, because truly you could fight most of them and die rather nastily. I’m also going to let the tone of the piece be an influencing factor. Let’s a go:

Fault: You are now a little red smear. The fight is over so fast The Blade doesn’t even register The Blood God took over. For the corollary ‘Where then do your loyalties lie?’ The Blade where he’s like ~14 years old: same but The Blood God has a voice crack while trying to deliver a threatening quip, feels rather embarrassed, and makes your death extra painful. Golden Apples, Gilded Atrophy: The Techno least likely to feel even a hint of remorse. This guy is craaazy he’s waiting for an excuse to murder you, ohh he wants to murder you soo bad- Lord, what fools these mortals be!: He is so ready to throw down, but he’s also like really friendly the whole time? He’s utterly vicious but is funny about it. You’re probably dying to some looney tunes esque nonsense UNLESS you can make your victory funny enough that the absurdist nature of the fic finds a contrived series of wacky events that contribute to your unlikely W. Mandatory Family Reunion: Probably has one of your better chances of fighting, since he’s human and has zero powers. Except the power of knives, which he will possess inordinate amounts of. Likely to lash out really harshly in pure ptsd mode, catch himself halfway through attacking you and have an entire monologue crisis about how he’s inherently violent and corrupted by his various parental figures, there’s no possible redemption if violence has been beaten into his instincts, etc etc angst angst angst. Perfect time to clock him right in the face. This is one Techno guaranteed not to kill you, though he shows serious ingenuity when fighting. However, the MFR universe is stacked against him so you’ll probably win simply for the fact that it would create more Techno angst. The Lambs Wolves Wear: Well Technoblade is debatably a dead corpse being possessed? And is maybe 14? So I feel like you could EASILY take on a skeletal child. However if we’re talking “Technoblade” you’re screwed. One scratch on their vessel and undead legions will be summoned to drag you to hell. Might hesitate since Philza will chastise them later, but will still rip you apart with ghosts. Lighting Lanterns to Bring You Home: Well, he’s a god. So. Good luck buddy ? At the start of the fic he’ll just smite you no questions ask. By the end he might just ignore you while you fruitlessly punch his belly. I suppose if you timed it right before Lady Death killed him for the winter you could technically claim the win, but he’d just be sleeping through your attack before succumbing to the allegory of the seasons, so, wouldn’t feel very satisfying. The Altars We Sacrifice Our Futures On: See above on trying to fight god! But also literally an evil violence deity. So enjoy getting ripped apart by wolves or terrible blood magic. At least, until Techno learns that apparently you’re allowed to kill ABSOLUTELY NO ONE in front of a six year old or they cry. Loudly. There’s snot. At which point he will fume and snarl and seethe and not actually kill you. But he will be EXTREMELY grumpy about it. Absolutely zero chance of winning though he’ll just trap all the blood in your body in a loop that won’t let you die but also won’t let you move. Where do babies come from? You obliterate him. No questions ask. Bro he’s twelve not even a question. All his pent up street kid rage will mean he’s vicious, but like he’s ye high, you’re good. He will bite, but you’ll bite back. Now there is the angle that he literally will never stop trying to defeat you, refusing to give up long past the point a reasonable person would and getting really hurt in the process. But like that’s an unarmed child. Your victory is assured. Philza Minecraft WILL find your location and have a “talk” with you tho. And you are not winning that “conversation”.

[imthetunnelunderoceanblvd]

Bro... I’m gonna need rape/non-con with Jake sully (If not that’s ok 👌🏽)

short plot, rape/non-con (duh + undetailed), vaginal sex, p in v, brief degrading, praising (if u squint lol), innocent reader, y/n mentioned twice, corruption kink (????), jake being a bad person. jake sully is a warning.

when he saw you sitting down with his kids, he got excited—excited to meet new people, perhaps, or maybe because his kids are hanging out with somebody other than spider.

but whatever it is, whoever you are. you made him feel things, think about stuff he shouldn't just because he's mated

when he saw you sitting down with his kids, he got excited—excited to meet new people, perhaps, or maybe because his kids were hanging out with somebody other than spider.

but whatever it is, whoever you are, you made him feel things and think about stuff he shouldn't just because he has a mate.

your small body and soft flesh were unlike anything he'd seen before. oh, eywa, how badly he wanted to touch your skin.

just looking at your beautiful features and skin, that is even more beautiful, made blood flow to his cock.

that was the first time he saw you.

the second time he did, you bumped right into him, your forehead hit his chest, and you hissed at the contact.

"i'm sorry, olo'eyktan, i didn't mean—please forgive me."

he liked the way you sounded—so anxious, so soft, like a scared kid.

"tis all good," he chuckled and you bit your soft pink lips. "i'm truly sorry," your responded in a low voice.

"what's your name, kid?" he said he was locking eyes with you.

"it's y/n." you said quickly, breaking eye contact.

the eye contact scared you. he knew it did, and it made something inside him stir. he smiled at you, a genuine smile, a smile that was the opposite of his fantasies. you looked scared and so pretty.

"that is a nice name, y/n."

you looked at your feet, and your face was red. jake had to run to his duties before risking doing anything stupid to you where everybody could see. he was the olo'eyktan in the end; he ought to be perfect all the time.

After a huge argument with Neytiri, Jake was fuming with anger. He needed release; he had to take his anger out on something, or rather, someone.

Now, Jake had no idea where he was going; he did; he just didn't want to admit it; it was as if his feet walked on their own.

In no time, he was at the door of your tent. He walked in without bothering to ask you if it was okay.

Why would he? He's the Olo'eyktan; he can do whatever he pleases. he was on top of you before he even knew it, his hand slapping on your mouth as you tried to scream, wide eyes looking up at him as his hand roamed your body.

"fuckin' whore, this is all your fault!" jake yelled at you, spitting from his mouth and spraying it on your face. you had no idea what he was saying or what he was talking about.

his hand was on your chest, painfully gripping your tits as you screamed into his palm.

a phase of shiney tears coated your eyeballs, making them shine.

you were the cause of his and neytiri's arguments. she complained about him always being around you. and he talked back, screamed at her, called her names, made her cry...

and it's all because of you.

his other hand tore your loincloth apart before genteelly untying it and freeing his aching cock.

then he spat on his hand and rubbed the spit on your cunt and entrance.

he lined his cock to your hole and pushed in, slowly, painfully slowly.

it made you sob. you tried to beg, but it was muffled by his hand.

"you're going to take it like a good girl, yeah?" he said this and slammed into your walls, his cock throbbing inside of you.

he started to thrust his cock into you, in and out, in and out rhythmically in a merciless pace.

"you like that, don't you?" you shook your head, tears running down your little bambi eyes as his thrusts grew faster and faster.

jake threw his head back in ecstasy. the feeling of your tight, velvety walls felt too good to be true. "you're going to be the death of me," he said, taking his hand off of your mouth and replacing it with his mouth. his tongue forced itself into your mouth.

your legs started to shake as he fucked his cock harder into you. "you close, baby?" you nodded your head, still crying. you wanted to do something—scream and yell at him to stop, ask for help—but you were completely helpless. the only thing on your mind was your own release. you wanted to release; you had no idea what this was or what 'close' meant, but you rolled with it.

his thumb started toying with your clitoral area, making you arch your back and see stars.

you felt a pit form in your belly.

it was painful; it hurt so bad, but it felt so good.

"that's it; don't fight it; let it out; c'mon, know you can do it; be a good girl for your olo'eyktan, and let it out."

and then it broke down, you broke down, and you started crying harder as you gushed your liquid out on his crotch.

"good girl," jake moaned.

your release triggered his, and he felt his balls tighten before he climaxed inside you, hot liquid pumping into his cunt.

he got up and fixed himself before he sat on one knee before you. "we will never speak of this again. you are nothing; nobody would listen to you or believe you if you did. "i need you to stay away from me and my family."

when you didn't answer, he gripped your hair, lifting your head up, his face close to yours. "do you hear me?" you nodded your head, and he left you lying there on the floor, completely helpless and pathetic.

when jake sully and his family left, you cried, cried, and laughed, and cried and laughed again, all white, thanking the great mother for hearing your prayers. you thanked eywa.

you were grateful for your great-grandmother.

the hours you spent on your knees begging and crying for eywa to give jake what he deserved didn't go to waste. and you were glad about that. you didn't care how people looked at you, like you were some kind of freak, crying and laughing like maniac.

[appleatcha]

New Year, New Stress, and Managing Perspective

It has been a very long time since I used this blog as a...well, blog. I used to write frequently on here, and I think writing helps me process things and get my feelings out there (at least, it did when I had no one to listen. Having that now might have something to do with the lack of blurbing). But this past week has brought a pretty huge stress on me, and so I figure it would be good to talk about it some.

As some of you may recall, I left my old job for a new opportunity last fall. I was so excited! But frankly, this job has been a nightmare. I love working with kids and helping them and their families however I can, but the company I work for is god awful. They apparently have a "throw you in the deep end and you either sink or swim" attitude, where I was outright told I wouldn't be given any job shadowing and was left to my own devices to learn about my role and responsibilities. I went to 2 family visits with my co-workers, and could see what documentation they had uploaded in the EHR site we use, but that was it. To top it all off, my job is essentially entirely work from home. So I had been doing what I could with what I knew, using what I could see was done by past employees in the site as a guide. Getting in touch with my supervisor or boss was nearly impossible, so I've been basically flying solo. By December, I had 4 months worth of work uploaded in the system that had went un-approved (or denied, or sent back for corrections) by my supervisor, so I had exactly 0 feedback on my performance.

So, on Friday, we get the news that it is audit time, and theres a list of all we need to provide. Most of it I was like "uhhh...what is this?", or "we were supposed to be doing that?". I haven't had a chance to discuss it with my supervisor, and my anxious mind has obviously jumped to "oh boy, I'm going to be fired", and sent me into an anxiety spiral since. Spiraling to the point I even went to my family about it (which, if you know me, you know I have only done for the absolute worst situations I've found myself in). Obviously, my boyfriend n family all supported me and told me that I was doing the best I could and it's not my fault if I wasn't trained fully. I read reviews for my company online that shared my sentiments, and have spent hours discussing it over and over and over.

Clearly my anxiety is still here, seeing that I'm writing an essay about it on here, but I'm trying to keep perspective. Firstly, I am trying to remind myself that my work performance shouldn't equate to my self worth. I think it's a really common thing to do, but I guess I really ahd been tying how good I was as a person to how well I was doing at my job.

Secondly, I am trying to be proud of myself for having taken the risk to change jobs. It hasn't been working out, and that's okay. My boyfriend pointed out to me that this job has torn me apart mentally since day 1, and I had to admit he was right. and I had to consider that maybe this is my sign to try and look for more new opportunities. my sister told me to ALWAYS be on the lookout for new opportunities. So, I've applied to a few jobs. Who knows where that will lead me, but it has helped me feel like I'm taking active steps to handle the situation however I can for the time being.

I have no idea how tomorrow and the following two weeks will play out with the work audit. We always want to feel secure in our job, and I do not. But frankly, I don't think I have the entire time I've been here. And I think this audit was perhaps a sign from the universe that it's time to start planning the next move for myself. I do wonder what's going on planetarily atm lmaooo.

All in all, I'm fucking terrified, but there's something about how we don't grow when everything around us is the same. What does Qveen Herby say? Laughing while my old life's collapsing or something lolol your old life has to die to get to your new one. And bro...this isn't really a huuuge thing compared to like...when my husband overdrew our bank account n died on me like let's be fr.

In summary, I should be starting my money jar n doing some shit to help me find a new better job lol

[certifieduruihater]

wish we got to learn more about april's character outside of when she hangs out with the turtles. maybe part of the reason for this is because the writers wanted to make her a "part of the team," hence the reason why we only ever see her with the turtles, but that logic doesnt hold up when the guys themselves have established personalities on their own. like we know what every single one of the turtles does for a hobby. but i still don't know what april likes to do for fun. she can draw, sure, but is that her hobby? idk. she journaled after their defeat during the invasion, but did she always do that or was that just a one time thing? she never really struck me as incredibly reflective or introspective, either. she's more of a "go out and get 'em" kind of person to me.

i wish we could have gotten to see more of what she's like at school, too. how come she doesn't have more friends? she's a nice girl, and she doesn't strike me as particularly shy. is there some other reason? she signed up for extra credit classes, but why? does she need more credit? is she studious? enjoys school? why was she failing trig? bad at math? bad at trig itself? doesn't want to study? no time to study ever since mutant insanity invaded her life/grief over her father? it's these little questions that i think would have painted a better picture of april's character.

and this is what i mean when i say i wish she had better writing. april is not a bad character. she's not "ungrateful." she's not a "brat." she's not a "b****." from what we do see of her, she's kind and friendly, but can also be incredibly stubborn and a little prideful.

when she blows up at the turtles for getting her dad mutated? completely understandable. the guys got cocky and reckless (which was another point of the episode). they did not prioritize her or her dad's safety. the only reason they were out there was because the turtles insisted, and didnt think of the potential consequences. and yeah. it WAS the turtles' fault that the city got mutated. yes, it was an accident. yes, they were kids. but like i said, they were incredibly cocky, reckless, and arrogant. accept your faves' flaws guys!! and the way mikey delivered the news that it was their fault was...oof. so blasé. not apologetic at all. bro was treating this as a comic book adventure the whole time. no wonder she got mad. i would too, and im an adult. she's 16. of course she's going to say hurtful things in anger (imo what she said in the episode wasnt even that bad. it was understandable, given the situation). of course, it's fine when raph or mikey throw a tantrum (and usually for much more minor reasons), it's fine when donnie explodes in anger, but when april does it, the world ends? april actually blamed herself first, before she found out that it was their fault. her first reaction is NOT to blame others. and part of the reason for her anger was BECAUSE she trusted the guys so much. she spent the episode filled with hope that because of her and her dad's help, they'd be one step closer to taking down the kraang. she didn't even WANT to ask her dad in the first place, considering her dad's been suffering paranoia as a result of being kidnapped from the kraang for an entire season. but she had hope and faith in the turtles as heroes.

she had faith in them, and her entire life fell apart. AGAIN.

that's why when they revealed it was their fault that her dad got mutated, it was a big loss of trust for her. for a whole season april has been going along with the guys shenanigans, agreeing to be bait, wanting to tag along, wanting to be useful. i like this for her character because it shows that she does have a limit. she's not a yes-man for the turtles. she's her own person (which many fans seem to dislike). have fans ever considered that maybe april didnt WANT a crazy life? that she never asked for any of this? that she wanted to be normal? what's wrong with that? and after she and the guys resolve their issues, april even admits that her father's mutation "was an accident, and more importantly, you're my friends. I don't ever want to hold a grudge ever again." she needed that reflection time away from the guys to reach this conclusion.

she endures a whole episode of feeling looked down on by the guys due to a mix of their insensitive comments (raph in particular), as well as her own pride/wanting to be included/not wanting to feel useless mixed in there, sort of snaps at raph ONE TIME (to which raph doesnt even care), and suddenly, she's the devil incarnate. unbelievable.

and another thing: she's not a mary sue. she has flaws. in fact, the fandom actively blows up at her whenever she does display her flaws (pride, stubbornness, willingness to throw herself headfirst into danger). so then what does the fandom want? oh, i know. someone who will bow to the turtles' every whim. someone who has just enough of a character, or can at least pretend to be one, just so long as they don't get in the guys' way. so long as this person doesnt hurt their little pookie-bear. okay tmnt fandom. i see u

so even if we did see what she was like outside of the turtles, i wonder if anyone would even care. after all, this is a show about the turtles. most viewers probably aren't here for april. maybe this is what the writers were thinking? and worse, some people might have even complained about the screentime april would have gotten, saying that it was too much :/

[zend-pixie]

hi yeah this one really aint it chief

lowkey hate seeing people say "oh michael fans never talk about the fact that he did bad things" because 1. its literally not true and 2. for the kind of fan that i am its like. when you tell your friends or family or partner or whoever that you love them, do you say it like "i love and care about you deeply but i also recognize that youre a flawed individual whos made mistakes in their life and that youre not actually a good person. i am telling you this so you know that i realize how complex of a person you are and that i respect it" DO YOU HAVE STUPID??

[chocolateteapotsvis]

Can I ask Crane Husband and a fic u wanna talk about?

I went into the folklore behind Crane Husband in another post, so here's a snippet!

Cranes fill the sky, elegant black silhouettes against the golds and pinks of darkening autumn sky.  The flock bunches together, then swirls apart, a cloud made of birds.  Together, in their pairs, and surrounded by friends and family.  The ache in Barry's chest is equal parts awe and longing. The flock flows in a spiral so perfect it could have been choreographed, the entire flock of a single mind. Well, except one. The bird darts around like its tail feathers are ablaze, dashing this way and that in complete opposition to the smooth serenity of the other birds’ flight patterns.  First it’s high above, disappearing into a cloud, then bursts out and swoops in wild loop de loops.  It reached the zenith of a particularly wide circle, hangs unmoving in the air for a long moments, then plummets from the sky. Barry lurches forward, despite the thought half a second later that, reasonably, there's nothing he can do. But a moment later the bird shoots from the treetops with a cry so full of joy and life that he can't fault himself for trying.

Also, here’s some about 2. Beastly!  It’s basically a Beauty and the Beast retelling where enchantress Carol is fed up with Hal for not taking their relationship seriously, and his bros for basically enabling him.  She curses them with a standard fairy tale curse that breaks when someone can genuinely tell him they love him.  Apothecary and town cursebreaker Barry Allen travels out into the woods to investigate the really confused stories they're getting from travelers about a monster wanting to party with them in a creepy old mansion in the woods.  So Barry's visiting Hal, unraveling the curse, and getting to know the inhabitants of the castle along the way.  

This bit’s from a little later in the story, when Barry’s gotten to know everyone and trusts things enough to bring his apprentice Wally into the castle.  

Wally, always quick to recover after a shock, squares his shoulders and faces Hal’s hulking, furry self.  “I love you.” Hal, for as much as Barry's learned to read his face over the past couple weeks, looks taken aback.  Or maybe that's Barry projecting.  Barry leans down and hisses, "Wallace.  You don't just say that to people!” Wally's face twists into that obstinate pout,  "But the curse!  You seriously haven't tried because of manners?" Barry sighs.  The words had been on the tip of his tongue so many times the first night, but he'd refrained.  “You can’t just ignore people’s feelings on the job.  What if it doesn’t work?  Now you need to rebuild their trust to get them to work with you again?” "Yeah, but he doesn't know me, so why would anyone’s feelings be hurt?.  Why not do it just in case?" “Bar, lay off the kid!”  Hal says with a rumbling laugh.  “Weren’t you saying curse breaking involves putting aside traditional conventions?  Seems like the kid’s well on his way already!” Hal and Wally start chatting about what it’s like having claws, and if it makes it hard to eat when your fingers go straight into the food.  Barry’s ears are still hot, his breath coming tighter than it has in weeks.  Obviously, he’s disappointed that Wally gamble didn’t work, and relieved that Hal didn’t take it personally.  But he’s spent the last couple weeks getting to know Hal, and thinking about what it would be like to be trapped in a curse with the implied belief that no one could ever love you.  And the soul-deep sadness on hearing the words from someone you’ve come to care about, and having empirical proof that whatever they do feel, it’s not enough to count.

Thanks for the ask!

WIP Ask Game

[flyingwargle]

the front door opens. shoes are scuffed as they’re kicked off in a heap. “i’m back…” the voice is muffled, drifting off. the lights flood the apartment, but the book over kuroo’s eyes shield him from the onslaught. “bro?”

kuroo pulls the book from his face as bokuto approaches him on the couch, gym bag slung over his shoulder, hair down from his post-workout shower. “everything okay, bro?” he asks.

“just about.” papers are spread across the table like a bad conspiracy theorist, tablet cast aside. kuroo throws the book down beside him with a sigh. “did you see any good eye candy at the gym?”

“you and i both know that we’re whipped for other people that aren’t at this university.”

“you’re right. but?”

bokuto flops down beside him. “but i saw that fourth-year econ guy bench 250, and i thought, if he can bench that much, i should be able to do at least 280 before graduating.”

“good luck. you’ve got two semesters left until then.”

“you gotta come next time to spot me.”

kuroo closes his eyes. “i’ll see. these last few days have been stressful. it’d be nice to have a distraction.”

“it’s open gym tonight.” he can hear the hope in bokuto’s voice.

“maybe. i have some assignments left.”

“come on, bro! some of the guys will be there for a casual game. they miss you.”

of course they do. in fact, a lot of people miss him, like the coaches, his ex-teammates, even some independent sport journalists who latch onto up-and-coming athletes to document their rise to stardom, then brag that they discovered them first. kuroo turned his back on all of that at the start of his final year, to secure employment before graduation, or at least an internship. he still hasn’t had any luck.

perhaps it’s his own fault. instead of joining business clubs and associations, he was on the volleyball team, despite not wanting to go pro. it was mostly because bokuto begged him, and although he spent most of his time as a second-string player, he eventually became a regular. his block won them the last collegiate tournament, the title of best middle blocker, and a dozens of scouts’ attention. many of their business cards were shoved in the bottom of his sock drawer.

he still remembers the conversation he had with a representative from a sports agency, especially their dismissive laugh. you’re better off on the court than on the sidelines, kid.

what if that’s true? he definitely has a future as an athlete. but then he’d recall kenma’s smile and tsukishima’s laughs during the fated battle at the trash heap, and the awe on those kids’ faces at the volleyball gym that he volunteers at. that’s all worth something, isn’t it?

bokuto stands to head into the kitchenette. “you hungry? i’m starved.” university did his boisterous best friend well. he’s a decent cook who can mix a pretty good smoothie, and he’ll soon graduate with an education degree, future already decided with the msby black jackals.

and then there’s kuroo, who quit the team in his final year to job hunt, but to no avail. sure, he isn’t graduating yet, but knowing that every agency and company that he contacted hasn’t replied back doesn’t sit well with him.

his sigh is long and heavy. bokuto, who is peering in the fridge, looks up at him. “you sure you’re okay, bro?”

“bro, tell it to me straight.”

“i’m gay.”

“bro, tell it to me gay. should i have gone pro?”

the fridge closes. plastic bags rustle. water runs over a cutting board. “i’ll tell it to you straight and gay because i’m your best friend. first, straight – nah. i mean, you’re good, like, really good, but i don’t think the professional scene fits you.”

kuroo is silent. that is true. he never envisioned himself shining beneath the stadium lights or featured on billboards and ads. even when he was interviewed after games, it’d always be brief. he didn’t like the attention.

“gay, on the other hand,” bokuto continues, “it’s still no.”

“what?” kuroo twists around to face him. “that’s the same as being straight.”

“that’s because being pro isn’t for you. just like being straight isn’t for you.” they conducted a very scientific experiment to see if kuroo could be bi, but the results came back undeniably gay. “you wanted to do sports promotion, right? so that’s what you’ll do.”

he sinks back onto the couch. “i haven’t gotten any calls,” he mumbles. “like, none at all. i talked with the counselors and a bunch of alumni for advice on my resume and portfolio, but i never got any responses. i’m…scared that i won’t get anywhere with this.”

“you shouldn’t be. you just need that one call.” his friend turns to the cutting board. “there’s still time left, bro. plus, you played volleyball, so that gives you an edge.”

“you don’t have to have played it to know how to promote it, bro.”

“yeah, but you have a player’s perspective! that’s valuable, you know?”

kuroo supposes he’s right, but doesn’t say anything. soon, the apartment smells like yakisoba, which they eat on the couch. “come by tonight,” bokuto says through a mouthful. “play around and forget about job hunting for a while. have some fun.”

“okay. sure. you just want to play with me one last time, don’t you?”

“i didn’t say that! you did!”

he finds his court shoes afterwards and follows bokuto to the gym, where his ex-teammates welcome him with open arms. like bokuto, most plan to go pro, a few with contracts lined up already, some planning to attend tryouts. only a handful don’t plan to take volleyball further.

the semester ends, and the next begins. kuroo continues his job hunt, bokuto with volleyball and training, one whose future is secured, the other feeling himself grow nearer and nearer to the abyss. it’s one weekend when bokuto is away for games and kuroo is wallowing in the darkness of the apartment that his phone rings, and he crawls out from his blanket cocoon on the couch to pick it up. “hello?” he says, fully expecting a spam call.

“hello, is this kuroo tetsurou-san?”

his back straightens, the tone unfamiliar but professional. “yes, who is this?”

“kobayashi enya of red star sports. we recently reviewed your resume and portfolio, and we’re quite impressed with your work. we’re actually looking for a paid intern student at the moment to help us with a project, would you be interested in that?”

“yes,” he blurts out. ���i’d love that, but how did you…”

“ah, we were recommended to you by one of my colleagues. we mostly work with collegiate athletes, and my colleague works closely with one such athlete. he spoke very highly of you, actually. he’s an outsider hitter for chuo university, if you know him.”

“i…might. i’m familiar with their athletes.”

“perfect. do you have time to discuss this in more detail?”

kuroo pulls himself out of his cocoon and opens his tablet, chatting for the next half hour about the internship, pay, potential job opportunities. “we’d like to see what you can do first. if we’re interested, we’ll extend a job offer to you, if that’s all right.”

“yes, of course. thank you very much for the opportunity.”

“i look forward to working with you soon, kuroo-san.”

they end the call. kuroo pumps his fist in the air, yells at the top of his lungs. he’s about to call bokuto when he sees an unread text message.

boku-bro koutarou (3:45 pm) told you to wait for that one call!!

he could never wish for a better best friend.

[heinziderheld]

Bro…stay in your lane and stop lecturing people who are calling out blatant cheaters and liars with unbelievable timelines. If trAsh and SB didn’t want all this hate, then maybe they should have thought thru their actions a little bit better, no? They did almost everything completely wrong, and now are upset with the reaction? Please. Had they had just a shred of decency, much of the negative opinions would have been avoided. But see, turns out fans (who have been completely used for financial gain) don’t approve of families with YOUNG kids getting torn apart. They deserve every bit of criticism they are getting.

Alright, BRO, let’s talk about it.

First of all, I wrote a simple and respectful (to anybody, not only Ash & Ali) post about media competency while you’ve decided to comment on it with an anonymous question in my inbox. (Thanks for that by the way.) Judging by this, I think we both know who stayed “in their lane” and which one didn’t. If you scroll through my blog or read any of my previous posts about Ali or Ash, you know that I’m not someone who bullies or attacks people on social media, so you could’ve shown your face. Truth is, in my opinion, you cowardly hide behind anonymity because you know that your evil comments about this topic would earn you a lot of criticism yourself and you clearly don’t want that or even a common, friendly exchange.

Secondly, I didn’t “lecture” anybody, I simply called on their fans’ basic, human decency. If this triggered you, then I can only assume that you’re part of the problem yourself. Whenever someone reads my previous post about some common rules / strategies to cope with anger towards public figures (and people in general) and decides to send me an anonymous message spreading hate about individuals they aren’t related to, it’s obvious they’re bullies with toxic behavior.

On Ash and Sophia’s actions: I’m in no position to call either of them or Ali out. Comments, likes, statements and some sort of public interviews / podcasts have given us fans small, insufficient glimpses of what their individual standpoint on the matter might be, but we can’t be the judge of how right or wrong their ideas of the breakup and the aftermath are. We’re not walking in their shoes, we haven’t been there to experience what’s happened between them. We’re only judging from an outside view and therefore should keep disrespectful words out of our mouths / their comment sections.

It’s unclear to me what you’re referring to with “fans who have been completely used for financial gain” and will only say: Fans are exactly that. Yes, Ali and Ash have treated their fans mostly well over their woso careers, took their time to take pictures, sign autographs, etc. - but fans will stay outsiders who buy their merch. This isn’t their fault but is simply how it’s supposed to be.

I agree with you, that criticism is allowed in many shapes and formes with public figures, but calling someone “trAsh” and/or shading their own or their family members’ decisions without knowing anything about it is called bullying, judging, and isn’t anything but toxic and unworthy. Neither Ali nor Ash wanted their little family torn when they settled down and built it. It’s more than a shitty move to hate on them or their kids or wider family in general, because sliding into someone’s asks simply to spread your hate is worse than everything they’ve done so far. Check your own principles and ideals before judging strangers publicly.

To end this on “my road”, which is obviously the high road: HATE IS NEVER CRITICISM!

Thanks again for coming to my TED talk, guys. Have a wonderful evening!

[starjxsung]

Hi Star!! Please don't apologize for being away! We all have life and I know you've been going through some health challenges and work has been hectic - I just hope you're doing well and taking care 💕 sounds like life is putting you through it a bit and I just wanna let you know we're here to listen (or at least I know I am 💗) and that we care so so so much about you!!! School is going well!! I'm actually so hyped for the term. Overall I enjoy my courses. Plant Biology and Forest Ecology my beloved - I LOVE plant ID. All the labs for Forest Ecology are outside in the forest at my uni and for our final lab exam we have to memorize how to ID 70 indicator plants and their latin names and soil moisture and soil nutrients just from their branches - it'll be a fun challenge! One of my profs is WORLD FAMOUS for her research and I freaked out when I found out she was my prof. I also have been keeping in touch with a couple of profs from last year and it's been so great chatting with them - they said I could maybe TA their courses next year 👀 I've also been making an effort to make more friends and introduce myself - I've found a lot of people I met last year we kinda were just class friends and not really friends friends which is fine because that happens - I just wanna get to know more people and make more friends and find those I really click with. So far a few from last year I've still found to have stuck around which is nice :) I've also met some really nice new friends and it makes me so happy (some not so nice but that's okay I just won't try talking to them anymore haha). TW: S3xual assault???

urgh south africa guy. guess what! hasn't messaged me since my last update abt him. so like. welp. I'm actually happy that he hasnt now. like at the time i was like :((( . but now im like good fcking riddance bro. blocked! basically i went back and analysed things and realized yeah he was taking advantage of me and emotionally manipulating me. literally conditioned me to have sex with him??? like in conversations we had literally before we were anything. literally wanna throw up everytime i think about any ounce of time i spent with him even if it was just standing there. like. idk i finally talked it all out with a friend who was on the south africa trip too (she had her own situation with another dude on the trip - he fucking followed her to prague??? whole other messed up story.......) anyways, i realizsed that the whole situation was fcked up and he didn't care abt me at all and was prolly also just keeping me around cause he fetishizes asian women!! yay!!! idk i feel very physically used. which feels gross. tryna decide if I feel like this is borederline SA idk processing it all cause guess who has trauma and repressed it the whole time and was thinking everything was fine!! I could bring up a lot more sht that happened but im not really feeling like typing it out or thinking about it. I just. i cant help but feel its my fault for being stupid and naive :( even tho many people have told me its not. its just hard not to :( anyways, on a brighter note i forgot if i mentioned this in my europe update but so like i made friends with another kid on the norway tour thing. he was a fun kid to hang out with and mess around with. hes like 5 years younger than me tho. tbh was very mature tho. anyways, thought we wouldnt talk each other ever again after. but we had exchanged discords so we could message during the trip abt like when to go to the pool n sht. anyways, we ended up messaging little by little. and then like having convos. and turns out we are like almost identical people. just . living thousands of km apart and in different countries and like 5 year age difference. like i have two youngers brothers. and hes the same age as my youngest brother. and he feels like another younger brother to me now its so adorable. he'll share stuff with me and like its so easy to converse and hes so sweet??? anyways, literally makes my days better. adorable kid. i could tell you all the ways hes become my third brother but it's a lot lol. Love you lots Star 💕 make sure you're taking breaks! I don't want your eyes to die trying to work on fics and things!! xoxo 🌱

HI MY LOVE…… I missed you so much and I missed getting your little updates !! When I tell you I got SO EXCITED getting this one fkfickjdkdkfkfkdkd there’s so much to unpack I’m so stoked !! I’m doing okay (just hating everything related to my job) but I’m pulling thru and I think in a few weeks I’ll feel a little more like myself again :’)

Okay your classes sound SO COOL???? I can’t tell you that be able to memorize the Latin names of any plants bc that sounds hard as hell but THAT’S SO COOL….. also your professor being world famous is literally the coolest thing ever???? Isn’t it SO exciting when you have a well known professor 😭 I had a professor who was the man behind the “little baby ice cream” commercials (that rly weird one of the guy eating ice cream off his head…. It’s kinda scary??) and when I tell you I FLIPPEDDDDD WHEN HE TOLD ME….. like I had so much to ask him and pick his brain about kjsjckdkdjdkfjfj also I’m so glad you’re making so many friends! It’s somehow so much harder to make friends in college than you’d think bc people are so focused on their studies & just keeping to themselves. But when you find people you really click with it’s truly the best feeling :’) side note if we met in a class I just know we’d be besties like in another universe I just know we’re in a plant class together and we get in trouble for talking too much LMFAOOO

anyways I’m really sorry to hear about South Africa guy :( I was truly rooting for you guys and I’m so disappointed to hear he just seems like another loser who used you for sex. Honestly I was in a super similar situation with the first guy I ever “dated” and had a serious relationship with. We agreed to be a fwb arrangement but to still stay exclusive to each other bc otherwise it’d just feel icky. Which I knew deep down I didn’t want because I just wanted to be with him, but I feel like we’re really susceptible to just settling for any version of a man we can get, just so that we don’t lose them. Of course this turned into a full year of me being at his beck and call whenever he wanted a sexual favor, and sending like thousands of pics whenever he wanted them. He’d literally ask me to leave family functions and send pics/vids of myself no matter where I was. In hindsight it was fucking disgusting and I think it really fucked me up sexually & emotionally and I just wish I could go back and grab myself by the shoulders and YELLLL at fact that I ever agreed to be that with him 😭 you can’t blame yourself for this unfolding though, you did the best you could with what you were emotionally able to handle at the time, and unfortunately you both had different wants out of this relationship. He didn’t deserve you in the slightest and he’ll just do this to the next girl who shows him a modicum of attention. You are truly such a fantastic, beautiful, SMART, wonderful girl and you deserve so much better than the lousy cards these guys deal you. Take time to heal and make sure you’re ready to be in another relationship when you’re ready, but know what this isn’t the defining point of what you’re worth or meant for. There are only better things and experiences and people still waiting for you, and dumping that loser guy is just another step forward for you. I’m proud of you for understanding your worth and acknowledging this might just be a trauma response. You’re not a loser, you’re not naive, and you do NOTTTT deserve someone who’s just around to fetishize your existence. You only deserve the best, most unconditional love and attention 💓

I’m so glad you did get a friend out of the trip though !! That sounds like the plot of some coming of age film LOL I hope you guys continue to stay friends for a long time! Sometimes you find friendship where you least expect it 🫶

I love you so so so much my angel, please take it easy and be kind to yourself. What you’ve been through hasn’t been easy, but remember you’re also crushing it in college, you traveled the world and you’re an amazing artist. And no shitty man will ever take that away from you !!!! You deserve someone who matches your energy !!!!! Your aura is like +100000 at any given moment don’t ever forget it 🌱💓🫶 I LOVE U.

[ghost-of-the-machine]

or.. ill be upset about something else. i feel angry

i make too many excuses for everyone in my life. you ask them to walk all over you if it makes them feel better. i let you

im allowed to be a little spiteful, im allowed to be bitter!!!

its just. id say? bpd gives me the most problems like. even the whole. brain not put together thing is less cumbersome than that shit. what a painful way of life, so extreme and tiring.. it rips me apart and then puts me back together so suddenly, im high off the buzz until its ripped away from me again. thats how everything feels, it makes me want to just... sleep. for a very very long time

like most if not all disorders, its not my fucking fault i have to live like this, its theirs. im glad i was born... because i wouldnt be where i am now and i dont want to think about that. but? you couldnt have spared me a little time? ive been so violently aware of myself and all my flaws since i was little, like. LITTLE little. between offhand comments that i overanalyzed religiously and based my sense of self on, to just. being ALONE. that was no place for a kid to grow up. dark and dingy and cold and there was bugs everywhere and. there wasnt always someone to make food for me, i got food poisoning so many times cuz you cant let a fucking 7 year old cook for himself with no supervision? 'cook' is a generous word, id literally just grab cold shit from the fridge and eat it. several times i drank alcohol on accident cuz there was just water bottles full of alcohol left around my house. and lord, was it dirty.. not to mention the blood. and the violence, and screaming.. and they wonder why im the way i am now? i feel... ruined. it makes me angry. couldnt you have saved me from all of that? couldnt you have made it better for me? i was just a child, what could i have done? i did the most, though. put myself in front of others, learned to protect and . it was really naive of me, obviously these grown men arent scared of a little girl. but i tried, because everyone seemed like they needed someone to take care of them. i mean.. thats why they didnt take care of me, right? they needed it more! surely 💀

i got taken away by cps when i was really little, its one of my earliest memories. it was like a dream, every memory is like a dream to me.. but i remember that apparently, the agent on our case was corrupt or something, said we didnt have food when we did, etc and got us taken away on purpose. i think thats true, shes mentioned a case in the newspaper about it, but. my mom didnt want to give me up again. it took till i was about 8-9 before she finally sent me to live with my grandma again. maybe i wasnt there for very long, but... i am permanently altered 🥳🥳 YIPPIEEEE!!!!!

honestly it sucks. my dad is in jail where he belongs, ive never missed him a single day in my life, but.. i remember after, the only times id see my mom was brief visits at like. a facility. and i thought it was fun because there was places for me to play. it makes me.. really sad thinking about it now. i was about 4-5 around this time. idk. im not really angry anymore, im just sad now. i mean ill always be angry, but that just means ill always be sad too

so much... disruption. moving all over and leaving my friends behind, struggling to make new ones cuz . oh no1!1 that boy is developing attachment issues, i wonder where this will lead!!!! i latch on like a parasite to anyone i fall in love with, because im scared to be disrupted again. im scared itll be taken from me because everyone LOVES taking things away from me. my stability, my happiness, my family. my everything, just ripped away over and over again. no wonder bro doesnt know who he is!!!!!!!! what a waste.

[mausdotpng]

cassie and lucy's story

so first im gonna drop their 'gotcha' days!!

Cassie - July 20th, 2023

Lucy - September 30th, 2023

i think it's kinda funny i got them like. exactly 2 months and a week apart

anyway

i didnt take any pictures of lucy until she got home but she looked like a slightly crinkled toilet paper with some grey paint on it, plus a tiny pink little button nose and tiny little toeses

so cute

i was all over cassie though LOL

cassie was a baby. :( look at how teensie tiny she is

she had the tiniest of pink button noses. dare i say, the cutest tiny little toeses.

her setup was kind of ass the first week i had her :/

my fault homegirl

i was also in a wheelchair around this time. crazy

so the reason i have more pictures of cassie on her gotcha day/in general me thinks is because she's kind of like my little baby. she's basically my kid. also i had to drive ~2 hours to get to the breeder she came from

look at that little fat fuck with legs standing on my arm

at least 20 calories

ALSO HAHA i got her a car?? when i got her

she was very quickly. Not Pleased with life

i have pictures of lucy like. at the breeder

just snuggling fr

just chillin like a villain fr

snug as a bug in a rug i think

she just be doing this all the time ong

when i brought her home, there was a lot of fighting :(

cassie wasnt too sure about this new mouse trying to cuddle up to her all the time, and lucy wasnt so sure this big brown mouse was very nice

i didnt take many pictures of her (still dont, but i take enough to be an obsessive facebook father) because the phone scares her :( shes just literally so gorgeous

this was around 2 days in with her staying w us and she decided that maybe the big brown mouse isnt so bad after all

she decided the food was yummier when your whole body was in it (note: her messy hair. it never gets better)

well one day i woke up..

to this.

they literally became besties overnight ?? like im fucking serious they were beefing (cassie was convinced this gringa was her op) and then overnight they started snuggling and shit

they're buggin must not know that im thuggin

anyway. look at them now

they're literally inseparrable

every time i look in there either cassie or lucy is in that goddamn strawberry

or they're in there at the same time

90% of my camera roll = them in the strawberry

this is my favorite pic of them in that strawberry

lucy looks like shes smiling and cassie's like "bro stop thats cringe"