#bc at this point what I live with is barely a fucking roommate.

[nc-vb]

Man, if the previous generation of parents don’t take first place at emotional gaslighting and manipulation, I don’t know who possibly could.

[heeseungiez]

nothing i don’t have | pjs

part 1: the tall emo kid

pairings! park jongseong x reader, ft. huening kai x reader

summary! it was supposed to be simple, you and jay would fuck whenever either of you felt horny — no feelings. but it was hard not to catch feelings where park jongseong was involved. so you took the easy way out: you ended it.

genre! texts, written fic, college au, love triangle (corner)

word count! 1.5k

content warnings! swearing, jay is delulu and jealous

author's note! toenze is my new roman empire... i don't think i'll ever shut up about it. also realistically i'm only posting this bc yolo since i have nothing ???

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It didn’t affect Jay anyhow, really. That you ended whatever the two of you had for another guy. Like, this was all just casual. And you still wanted to be friends which was exactly what the two of you were before… so not much had to change between the two of you. Other than, well, the lack of physical intimacy.

He didn’t care, really. It wasn’t like you were the only girl he hooked up with (you were) or that he couldn’t get any other girls, but… you ending the situationship was kind of exactly why he liked you. Because you understood everything was casual and there were no expectations, no feelings. The others, they always got attached.

And, look, Jay understood that maybe he was being too nice or whatever, but it was in his nature to help out when necessary, or to cook for people in the morning — it wasn’t like he made breakfast only for those girls anyway. He had roommates to feed, too.

You ended the deal because you had no feelings for him. Which was exactly what he wanted. So why the fuck did it bother him so much? And for Huening Kai, no less? The tall emo kid that barely spoke and people thought he was being mysterious or whatever.

What could you possibly see in him?

What did he have that Jay didn’t?

Jay let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair, eyes still fixated on the conversation between you and him. So Huening Kai asked you out. And you liked him enough to say yes. That was certainly not on his bingo card. Realistically, he thought the type of guys you liked were someone like Sung Hanbin or Choi Soobin or… him. Not Huening Kai. 

What the hell?

“What’s up? Someone steal your cat?” Heeseung entered the shared living room with a grin. Jay had to dryly laugh at the irony of his question since, in a way, yes.

“Nah. It’s Y/N,” Jay replied, trying to sound nonchalant. “Wants to be just friends.”

“Damn, got tired of you already?” Heeseung teased, but he knew not to go further when Jay’s scathing glare nearly burned him. “What did she say?”

“Huening Kai asked her out and she said yes.” Jay shook his head. You and Kai weren’t even dating yet, and you already wanted to be exclusive with him? Why? Who even does that?

“Oh, Kai? He’s got music classes with me,” Heeseung said with a grin. “He knows how to play like five instruments. He’s kinda cool. A band kid, too. Pretty sure he has a band.” Jay didn’t need to know any of that. Not yet anyway. And then Heeseung added: “I think he was planning to ask Y/N out for a while. I caught him asking around about her once.”

Jay clenched his jaw. How long had you been talking to Kai before he asked you out? Was it out of nowhere or did you befriend him before? Which gave him another reason to be upset because if you did befriend him before, you didn’t tell Jay anything. In fact, you hadn’t been telling him anything about yourself or your life for a while now.

Which stung.

“Kai’s a good guy. You should be happy for her.” Heeseung made a point, giving Jay a long, meaningful look. There was more he wanted to express, but chose to not push his limits. 

Jay huffed.

Thinking about it, maybe he’d have actually preferred it if you were in love with him.

Upon entering the Sanctuary Café, you noticed that it was already packed. But you were instantly recognised by Taehyun, who greeted you with a bright smile and led you toward a table that was empty, save for your reservation. It was in front of the stage set up for live performances, and it occurred to you then that Kai’s surprise was very likely just that. He prepared a performance for you.

Your eyes widened as you stared at the stage. It had a full instrument set up for a band. Drums, bass, keyboard and an electric guitar. The sight of it made you think of Jay for a bit, but you shook your head and got rid of the thought.

This would be your first date with Kai. The boy who actually doesn’t only want to sleep with you, but also wants to do everything else that real relationships include. Like holding hands and hugging in public and being affectionate without being judged. (The things you wished you could’ve had from Jay.)

A group of three guys entered the stage, none of which were Huening Kai. They glanced toward your table every now and then with a knowing smile, though. You watched them set up their instruments — the guitarist, the bassist and keyboardist. But the drums were empty. 

Because of course, he knew how to play the drums. He was a genius that never flaunted his skills, and the reality of it hit you just now. Huening Kai was a drummer — which was actually sexy as hell.

“Hello, everyone, welcome to the Sanctuary Café,” the guitarist spoke into the microphone with the largest smile. He had a cute dimple as well, and you thought he perfectly fit Kai — whenever he wasn’t closing in on himself. “I’m Kim Taerae, lead singer and guitarist of our band, Toenze. We’ve prepared a very special performance today because one of our members wants to dedicate it to a special girl.”

A round of awes went through the crowd. You looked around in hopes of catching a glance of Kai, but he was nowhere to be seen. Instead, your eyes locked with a person you did not expect to see today — at all.

Jay stood at the back of the café with Heeseung by his side, and you wished you could unsee him. Your heartbeat raced, and your mind felt like you needed to come up to him and apologise. But what would you even be apologising for?

“On my left is our bassist, Choi Beomgyu, and on the keyboard, you’ve got Han Yujin. And, of course, we’re missing a key member — the drummer,” Taerae spoke lightly, his smile hearable in his voice. “Some of you already know him from our previous performances, but for those who have yet to meet him — please give a round of applause to Huening Kai!”

Kai wasn’t even inside the café. He entered through the main door in a dark grey hoodie, the hood covering his face. The whole shop held its breath as he looked up. And when his eyes met yours, a smile spread across his lips. Taking off his hood, he revealed his face and carefully styled bangs. 

From the pocket of his hoodie, he pulled out a bouquet, and when he aimed through the crowd toward you, your heart nearly melted. All thoughts of Jay being here, too, evaporated from your mind. All you could think about was Huening Kai, looking beautiful as ever, heading toward you with a bouquet of flowers.

“For you, my lady.” He knelt down to hand you the flowers, and you stared at him with wide eyes. Grinning, he winked before standing up and heading toward the stage, leaving you absolutely flustered and frozen in place.

“Hello, everyone! This performance is dedicated to the girl that didn’t reject me. It’s for you, Y/N,” he said into the mic jokingly, but there was a hidden meaning behind his words.

The memory of how he asked you out lingered, and you giggled. You could still picture him, approaching you with his hands hidden in the pockets of his jeans. And then he asked you, in the most embarrassing way possible, if you were dating Jay. The smile that spread on his lips when you said that what you had with Jay was only casual was an unforgettable sight, really.

“I can make you forget him,” was Kai’s closing argument, and the confidence with which he had said it sent shivers down your spine. You couldn’t possibly reject him then.

Jay’s glare was palpable. You could feel it at the back of your neck, but you ignored him. Why was he glaring at you anyway? If there were no feelings involved, he shouldn’t care about any of this. 

“The first song we prepared for today is called Higher Than Heaven,” Taerae informed the crowd. “And the second song is Kill the Romeo. Hope you guys like them!”

Both songs were amazing, and both conveyed one pretty clear message: I’m better than him. You couldn’t help but laugh and enjoy yourself while Kai’s band performed. They were good — really good. And eventually, you even stopped sensing Jay’s gaze burning through you. 

Naturally, you turned around to check on the spot where Jay had previously been. Except he wasn’t there. Instead, you were met with Heeseung, who shrugged when he noticed you looking at him.

“He left,” Heeseung mouthed.

[loving-n0t-heyting]

Gggggrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh

I keep eating like shit. I keep dining out eating a fucking stroke/heartattack diet and ik fucking why, i can tell you why: i need to fucking concentrate. I need to eat a meal thats not inedible and reliably be able to think about things besides how hungry i am for the next eight hours. And the lentil soup i make at home cant fucking tide me over. My roommate keeps suggesting i make at home the burritos i keep ordering out, which is kind and thoughtful and well intentioned but misses the point: that is more energy and time spent on food in the form of prep. I need less. I need to have time to think about things at any length besides fucking food. If i were programmer rich i could just buy soylent but if i had the psychic wherewithal to become programmer rich i would not be in this situation

I cannot fathom what life is like for 98% of humans. I live a life of virtually untrammelled idleness. Not in education, employment, training, or even hobbying. And yet i can just barely bring myself, each day, to perform the basic tasks of daily living. Every day is a struggle against hunger and exhaustion and not necessarily a successful one. And this is with the benefit of infinite luxury and loving friends, parents partner, roommate... how do ppl live at all? Let alone without all this to help them?

Time moves so quickly now. The last 4yrs feel like they span less than the 8mo prior. Theres less time per year for me nowadays

It didnt have to be like this, im pretty sure. There are tweaks that could have been made when i was younger, i think. And it could have been... ok. Well, not ok. Nobody in the entire world is ever actually ok. But it could have been a lot better. I could be doing work i care about for a successful living and not ordering burritos for breakfast and dinner bc the thought of cooking soup is too psychologically draining and dedicating time to topics besides food, joyless grinding on video game, sleep, and ??????. And without the herculean task of pulling myself out of this pit

Or idfk. Maybe im dumber than i like to think and than i was told by bright older men who took a shining to me and that life was never in the cards. Cannot tell if thats better or worse

I should contact school about returning for final year of phd but this would ideally be done after having finalised plans with significant others and i cant tell whether it makes sense to push for that like an asshole or if i should just go ahead and fucking do it

[mixelation]

I’m sorry I have to ask how would a throuple Deidara/Tori/Itachi work in this au? Who drives who craziest? What does the village think? More importantly, what does Kushina think?

i'm not saying i'd make this ~canon~ to the reborn au, but if i did i'd write it like this:

so it's actually kind of tricky to add deidara to the itatori fake dating power couple because despite both of them acting insane about it, they're actually almost entirely on the same page about what they want out of a relationship. neither of them are super into actual romance or physical affection, but having another person socially bound to show up and back you up is nice even if neither will admit it. itachi will die if he has to learn to be vulnerable with someone else but following tori around like a weird ghost at social events is just how life is sometimes, and if he says something out of line she'll roll her eyes and not cry over it. tori thinks itachi is rude and controlling and also there was that period where he actively wanted to kill her, but if she insists a good boyfriend would help her with X, he'll.... usually do it, even if X is an absurdly selfish demand.

and i think deidara does want active sex life, and he won't ADMIT it but he likes being dated. he thinks tori and itachi's relationship is really weird and also very annoying to him personally, how dare they. so we need something stupid and contrived to make the throuple even happen. such as:

tori and deidara are roommates.

deidara obviously knows their dating is fake, because he KNOWS them. also because usually when itachi comes over, tori just like. ignores him

like itachi is only there because he likes having Away Time from home, and spending the night at his girlfriend's is a normal reason to not be home. he knows tori wants her own alone time. he's just going to quietly hangout in their living room and then crash on the couch

deidara: ....but why are you H E R E

itachi: ? i literally just explained it?

i think at some point it's going to become obvious to the wider konoha populace that there's something off about ItaTori.... like itachi is konoha's most eligible bachelor so people are Watching because everyone KNOWS mikoto periodically interviews kunoichi about a potential marriage match, and no one has seen them even kiss a cheek, and also a few people have definitely noticed tori being Obnoxious On Purpose. itachi IS an asshole but bc the entire canon is obsessed with him, i've decided only his inner most circle has realized this. clearly tori is his evil, overbearing girlfriend he can't get out of a toxic relationship with

itachi: no :( if the rumor gets too bad this won't work any more and then i'll have to date an actual 18 year old :( tori i care about her problems so little. what if she tries to kiss me :(

tori, sailing right by the idea they should attempt to be more publicly amorous, because LOL: okay we're going to have to redirect with an even juicier rumor then.... let's see, what do people know.... we're not into each other enough, and also they think i'm a gold digger*.... i've heard people wondering what happens when you spend the night here.....

*she kinda is

tori: oh!

tori: i'm your beard because you're fucking deidara :)

itachi decides this is GREAT because he knows "publicly date a woman who could make you heirs while fucking your boyfriend on the side" IS the solution to the uchiha heir being gay. they barely have to change anything. they just have to catch him shoving deidara against a wall at a couple parties and then dragging him into a private room

the thing is deidara reacts exactly correctly to itachi doing this. he gets red and flustered. he acts embarrassed and twitchy when asked about it later. he's been obsessed with itachi for years.....

anyway they forget to tell deidara what itachi was doing until AFTER the rumor mill gets around to him, and deidara has to go scream alone in a forest for a while

deidara wants to blow them both up but then he looks deep down inside his soul and actually he would. like. to fuck itachi.......

i think deidara gets more frustrated with the entire thing more often because he has more interest in the whole stupid arrangement not being fake, so if i wrote it i think his addition would catalyze it moving into more of a "real" throuple, instead of "friends who mutually enjoy tricking other people for fun and profit social benefit"

as for who annoys each other most.... i think deidara has it in his head that tori > itachi because he decided it eons ago when he had more of a grudge against itachi, and he's not actually very good at changing his mind. so he's more forgiving of tori's annoying quirks while itachi is more likely to drive him insane. tori is actually more likely to actively annoying itachi, because most of deidara's annoying habits are very "it happens and then it's done," whereas tori is irritating over longer periods, and also sometimes entirely on purpose. for tori, i think itachi is generally more likely to pick at her nerves, but also since they've been In Cahoots more, she's more likely to forgive/understand him than in original flavor plasticity, and also deidara is less good at Cahoots which can annoy her

i'm imaging the fake dating starts when they're 15/16, with deidara being added a couple years later, so they're not actively under kushina while it's happening but she's invested in checking in on them when she can. because she doesn't have a front row view of the budding "romance," i think kushina just kind of assumes.... tori and itachi realized they were both Like That in the same direction and that's why they seem like a weird couple to others. she's more skeptical of the "tori is itadei's beard" rumor because that seems.... wrong. but when she talks to deidara about it he gains the most pained expression in the universe and she's like "oh no" because ACTUALLY this is a WILD LOVE TRIANGLE---

anyway when they become vaguely official, she's happy for them! also she's told minato every single detail with the same excitement she relates bad movies she watches, sorry if that makes mission reports weird---

i don't think the village at large would be... super into it? and also confused. they already don't like tori not being a Perfect Girlfriend, and the beard rumor was very exciting for a few months, but itachi being gay (bi? why is tori still there?) ruins a lot of personal fantasies, because either you want to marry him, marry your cousin to him, indulge in the fantasy of what being married to him is like, or you're one of those dudes who idolizes other dudes and your dude-idol's sexual life being your own fantasy one is very important. also don't tell deidara or tori how obsessed with itachi the village is they know and they don't like it.

caveat to the above: i think there's a subset of konoha that's really, really interested in deidara's sex life because. uh. hands. so "what do you think he does in a threesome" is probably semi normal bar banter, sorry deidara

[sunlightandsuffering]

ME BISH MEEE

I LOVE THIS ASK IT MADE ME LAUGH LOL!! Here it is tho, it was longer before and I had to rewrite this part, i'm not sure if it's as good as it was originally but i'll never know bc I can never read it again 😭😭 but hopefully y'all like it!!

“Erennn,” Mikasa whines from the booth, demanding his attention and Armin shoots him a meaningful look, god he’s so easy to manipulate. It’s barely been ten minutes since they’ve barricaded her in, demanding that she finish at least two cups of water, a mission she’s currently dawdling at. “‘Min you can’t be that easy, she’s a master manipulator.” “Erennnnnn,” she wails again from behind him and Eren sighs. 

“But she seems so upset, are you sure she’s okay?” “She’s fine,” Eren tells him, taking another swig of his beer just as his phone goes off in his other hand. He checks it out of pure curiosity because who the fuck is texting him at this hour that isn’t at the club with him right now. Of course, it’s Mikasa. 

And as his eyes slip over the wall of text he almost drops the phone because it’s so filthy, so explicit he might just have to wash her mouth out with soap for the message. “Mikasa,” he chastises her, quick to power down the phone before Armin can see.

Her little head pops up from behind the booth where she’s splayed across the plush red leather, and she sends him a mischievous smirk. 

“We haven’t made any headway on our list Eren.” “Shut up,” he smarts back, turning to Armin before he can question too much, “She’s doing fine, she’s being a fucking brat actually. 

“Hey,” Mikasa pouts, affronted and Eren cuts her off before she can say anything too incriminating. Distracting her instead with her arch nemesis: the water glass. “How is drinking your water going Miki?” She shuts up, but him and Armin both watch as she begrudgingly takes a sip of the mostly full glass of water. Like a little gremlin her hand comes up to snatch the cup from the table, before disappearing to bring it down to where she’s lying on the booth. She makes an overexaggerated noise of disgust as she sips on it and Eren sighs. 

He turns back to Armin, gesturing towards his pain in the ass of a roommate, “See, brat.”

“I think you’re being too harsh on her Eren.” “You baby her too much.” “Erennn,” she goes back to whining his name dramatically, wanting his attention. “Drink your water Mikasa,” he directs and he hears her sit up for another swig. She makes a disgusted face before flopping back to her beloved booth where she’s borderline napping at this point. 

“It tastes awful, why do I have to drink this?” “Because I just had to rescue you from the girl’s bathroom where you were puking your guts up, you need hydration.” “You’re so mean.” “Yeah, well that’s what two hand grenades and absolutely no water gets you.” 

“It seemed like a good idea at the time,” she mumbles to herself, her hands drawing imaginary shapes in the air as she lies on the booth. 

“I’m sure it did,” Eren patronizes her. 

She glares at him, popping up from her booth to slump over onto the table, “If I drink both of these will you let me go dance?” “I’ll consider it.” “I’m gonna go,” Armin tells them, setting his now empty glass down, “I think i’ve done my due diligence.” He leans over, pressing a quick kiss against Mikasa’s temple and she preens at the attention. “You say that,” Eren grumbles, “But you’re not the one who’s gonna have to deal with getting her home.” Armin laughs, giving him a gentle pat to the arm, “Well that’s your job as her roommate Eren.” “Not what I signed up for.” His phone buzzes in his hand and he looks over at Mikasa and she’s looking away, a secretive smile on her lips. God she’s ridiculous, even more so when he reads the text. 

You should come over later.

“Mikasa,” Eren replies aloud as Armin disappears, “Baby we live together.” She scowls at the reminder, “Wrong person.” 

Oh what a fucking brat. “Don’t make me come over there.” “Hah,” she scoffs, “I’d like to see you try, my big bad roommate will stop you.” 

“Oh my god,” he whispers to himself, he cannot believe that this is how he’s spending his night. Abruptly, he turns back to the crowd, still barricading Mikasa in from the corner of the booth. And suddenly there’s a call, Mikasa’s sweet little face popping up on his phone and he sighs as he picks up, “Baby what’s up?”

“I miss you,” she mumbles, tearful now and Eren sighs, “Miki I’m right here.”

“There’s this guy ‘Ren and he won’t let me leave, he’s scaring me, I want you.”

Eren struggles to repress his smile now as she goes on, because really it’s not funny, she’s borderline crying into his ear because she’s scared that some big scary guy is trying to take her away.

[applecherry108]

Alright before I head into the finale episode…

This is the first time I would call this show cringe. Look. It’s hard, I know, trying to translate kickass fight scenes into shoddy live action with young actors that are already pretty stiff… But yeesh. 😬 Katara vs Paku. I’ve been trying to avoid negativity for this show (so. Everything about it. Any spoilers at all.), but I did accidentally glance someone saying this fight sucked bc it lacked Katara’s rage, and I wholeheartedly agree. What they’re doing with Sokka’s character isn’t all that bad but I feel like they’re really missing the mark with Katara.

Also,

Yue.

Why……..why does she look like that. 😬😬😬 The wardrobe department has been killing it thus far why does her wig look so much like a wig. Something’s wrong with it. Also, fuck you her hair is white. Not silver. >:T OH THATS IT. HER FUCKIN EYES!!! WHERE ARE HER ETHEREAL MOON BLUE EYES!!!

I’m Big Mad about this bc I’m Gay and I Love Yue, and this version isn’t doing it for me. But also…. ashtwbsgsgtffwb 🫱they gave her and sokka a better in.

But they also took away the Tragic™️ backstory that fuels her sacrifice. 🫲

🫱but they gave her more agency in her life

She’s a bender now???🫲

🫱also sokka. Man. Cmon. You know I’m a diehard yukka shipper (and tokka and zukka but that’s neither here nor there), but you had chemistry with suki this time! She was down bad for you! What’re you doing?? And what’s with the other offhanded girlies you were mentioning in that bad-paced cold open the other episode? It worked in the cartoon bc suki taught you to Respect Women but not much else. You shits actually like, bonded this time. Like okay, you’ve been given more and possibly better reasons to crush on Yue, but in doing so…Yue has stupid ass reasons to like you. Y’all let Sokka say “ass” but draw the line at him having an affair with the princess?? The wholeass point was that he brings freedom and agency into her life! That’s what makes her sacrifice so tragic! But now, by “solving” her agency issues, they’ve gutted the interpersonal relationship of these characters! Damn! That’s what this whole adaptation is! Like I do not for a second believe that Aang is actually close friends with Katara and Sokka. I think he’s spent more time bonding with Zuko than anything. And where’s the crush!! Fuck you, I like kataang! And that’s like a huge part of their interpersonal drama! It’s part of their bonding as lifelong friends! Was the secret tunnel sibling thing fun? Sure. But where was Aang? Not even there! This is what I mean! This is great for establishing the sibling relationship between Katara and Sokka, but Aang isn’t even with them most of the time! They barely feel like roommates! Acquaintances! COWORKERS!! I will take a thousand cringey 12-year-with-a-crush interactions over whatever this is!

[zentriii]

TRICK OR TREAT!!

hi anon ! since i have no idea what you like i shall stick to what i'm best at and give you sakuatsu !! behold: lore + deleted scenes for this fic

the omigiri enemies lore was basically osamu passing out in his uni dorms in front of omi's room door instead of his own after a late night exam and then in the morning omi trips over him while rushing to his own exam. they've just been catty towards each other since bc omi's petty like that an osamu's got no reservations on returning the energy he's being given. idk how it turned to fem skts that was not the original plan. i tried to write the beginnings of omigiri's petty feud and here's what i had:

Kiyoomi’s aware of who the Miya Twins are, everyone who pays attention to high school volleyball does. The blond one’s even gone on professionally, and the grey-haired one lives a wall away from him. Living in his university’s dorms isn’t as bad as he thought it would be. At the very least, the familiar faces aren’t the sources of his grief. He hasn’t found out who’s blasting music on their floor at midnight until two yet but it’s on the other side of his floor where he knows no one. He carries on his life in blissful unawareness and reports those motherfuckers two weeks into his first semester. The music stops the day he sees someone hugging their friends goodbye in front of their building. Small mercies. Kiyoomi, unfortunately, does not live by himself. He’s hardly made of money, so sharing his tiny bedroom is another familiar face: the overthinking captain of Fukurodani. He’s a good roommate all things considered: he’s quietly considerate; he doesn’t involve himself in drama; the only friends he brings over are similarly quiet. Kiyoomi debates checking to see if he lives on a volleyball themed floor but he saves himself the grief and busies himself with organizing his notes. It takes his mind off of the weird sight of Nekoma’s setter playing Animal Crossing in his dorm before he comes to accept it.

“-sa-kun, Sakusa-kun, you’re going to be late.” Kiyoomi blearily opens his eyes to the disturbing sight of his roommate who looks like he’s about to pass out with how large his eyebags are. “Did you sleep at all?” he groans, peeling himself out of his warm cocoon slowly. There’s 15 minutes before his exam and he thinks he hates Akaashi a little. Akaashi only cackles lowly before tossing a jaunty wave over his shoulder. There’s a crack that rings through the room when his arm gets above his head. Akaashi walks off to his own exam, cheap coffee in hand and steps only slightly swaying. Kiyoomi rinses and spits out mouthwash into their trash. He could not give less of a shit as he pulls on some sweats. He’ll get to the laundry at some point. Right now his only concern is getting back at Akaashi who took their last coffee bottle from their fridge. Fuck his bag– can’t forget that. He checks that his pencil case actually has a pencil and an eraser. More embarrassing mistakes have been made. Not by him of course, but Kiyoomi’s seen it. He’s got his student card in one hand and his breakfast muffin in the other while his mask’s shoved into his hoodie pocket. It’s not the most elegant of exits, with him having barely shoved his feet into his shoes and jamming his dorm key into the lock, but he’s out and got his eyes on the prize. He’s taking his first bite of it moments before his face acquaints itself with the floor.

ask game !

[gay-charizard]

Look im gonna do this once and never again, im even gonna bet this goes nowhere.

To make a long story short, i live with my fiance and my two cats. My fiance cant work because he has some medical conditions we cant exactly identify. Whatever it is, hes essentially disabled but we cant get disability due to age and lack of diagnosis. Im trying to work full time to keep us fed and housed. I make just barely enough to keep rent. now were moving bc our current place is infested with mold and i dont have the money to have our landlord take care of it, our company is hyper sketch and im just not gonna deal with it. Problem is paying for both the new place and one last rent for the old place just isnt financially possible. not to mention were out of food. Weve been living off of just rice for weeks. Were looking at food banks. Im not gonna sit here and beg for money bc no one knows me, so why trust anything im saying. If you want to send some, fuck it heres my venmo: https://venmo.com/u/Santiana86

donate or dont, im not gonna guilt trip anyone.

What I want is resources.

I live in the Cincinnati area. Ive been skating the line for fucking months. Ive got nothing else. Im fucking tired. Anything at this point will help. Ill take a goddamn roommate at this rate. I just cant keep fucking doing this. I know im a nobody with fucking 12 followers or whatever, but i need a damn break. What the hell can I do?

[alternativememories]

both sides...

i have a friend who has sucked for a while now. i've been thinking about writing about it for a minute but i've been putting it off like everything with our friendship lately...but part of who i want to be is someone that shows up, even when things fucking suck, and i can't waste any more time. i know what i've got to do and it's time to rip the band-aid off. our friendship is over and i've gotta be real about it.

i'm fucking sad, man. i see him as a younger brother. so much of how we see things and approach things is similar to one another. the ways that he has sucked for some time are really similar to how i struggled when i was younger. he had a breakup recently, which in the big picture i thought would actually end up being good for him. i think both he and his ex have stuff that they need to work on individually and that this would be a good opportunity for him to get himself squared away.

but the spiral continues. the last time i saw him we talked about where he was with things and where he's headed and it was mostly half-assed excuses. it's apparent that he's not showing up for himself, let alone anyone else for that matter. he smokes, which has kept him comfortable in the cycle of not showing up in any meaningful way, and he lacks accountability. he's living with his parents right now and it seems like they're enabling his behavior.

it's shitty. we lived together up until the end of october and to be honest it was toxic as fuck. it came down to money and cleaning. in moving in, we agreed to not have his now-ex on the lease to keep things simple in case they ended up not working out as a couple. however, when she ended up staying at the apartment more than A and i and we wanted her to pay toward the bills, it was an issue *eye roll*. initially, the conversation about contributing was shut down bc homie talked to other roommate and he supposedly said that he didn't care if she paid and that was the end of it...(we'll revisit this)

at one point during this conflict, there was a text about wanting to be friends after the lease would end...i've thought a lot about that since. it took me some time to figure out why i couldn't help but fixate on it, but with where we are now i think i know the answer. the statement operates through an inherent assumption that how things were handled was damaging to our friendship. to be honest, it was. the bills conflict was infuriating bc the argument against contributing was school loan payments being high; meanwhile in watching behavior they ate out all the time. and you know, everyone has bills. but not everyone takes advantage of their friends to pay theirs.

with the cleaning thing, it became clear that he was frustrated by the cleanliness of the apartment but never communicated what those expectations even were. eventually we landed on a chore-board. but this wasn't without its problems bc it just led to them not being accountable for their share of the chores; beyond that, there was noticeable passive-aggressiveness toward the other roommate who tbh idk if he ever even agreed to in the first place. weird to someone to a standard they never agreed to but maybe that's just me...

when he and his ex broke up he told me a very specific story of what led to the fracture. i want to say that i found the specificity odd but dismissed it bc i was excited to have my friend back. when they were dating he was very reclusive and we were barely friends anymore. truthfully, we moved here in a pandemic and while i have loads of coworkers, he's really been my only friend here...but a few weeks ago i found out that it looks like he's lied about those specifics of the story that he told me, knowing that it fundamentally changes the reaction. it's manipulative.

in thinking about it, i've really tried to explain away or excuse the poor behavior...but to be honest, it's inexcusable and with what he's lied about, there's no recourse here...there's no way to police the behavior, and with him lying about it, no way to trust anything he says that it's even stopped. now i'm wondering what else he's lied about to get what he wants. the first thing that comes to mind is the bills conversation. it's a fundamental breach of trust and i don't think our friendship can be repaired. it fucking sucks and this fucking sucks but it is what it is...because he sucks.

[lavender-long-stories]

Part 1 - What He Left Behind

Spoilers for What He Left Behind

Let's start with the opening sentence, because I swear to god, when I read it I laughed so loud. I knew something dramatic was on the way. When Sasuke is absolutely livid about Naruto's behaviour? Chief's kiss. The "like some whore you took in for the sex"? Phenomenal.

Fun fact this story was originally called 'Asshole' in my files because of the opening line.

Coming back at the beginning of the story after reading the ending makes me so fucking angry. [...] [Naruto's] reasoning is nonexistent.

I was actually under the impression people would feel bad for him, but I think I underestimated how much pure rage I instilled in everyone about him.

You said you didn't want bashing in the comments 

I had to add this because it was the only comment I was getting. >.> I get that Naruto was pissing everyone off, that was kind of the point but there was cute shit going on focus on that.

"[Sasuke] wasn’t sure he wanted to see it when it split. But he would. He had made this decision." This is not the bare minimum at all [...][Sasuke] is already being a better husband and father

I love how sometimes I just need to make Sasuke supportive and he's considered the top-tier man.

The "cogito, ergo sum" in Naruto's perspective is literaly "no thoughts, head empty" bc?

Can he blame the tumor?

there is a void Naruto-shaped between them that will be filled with respect and love, this is nice

I love this description of their relationship hahaha

"How did he still eat only take-out and quick-cooked rice?" She isn't judging him but she is judging him so hard

Wheels coded.

I love that one of the good things Sasuke thinks about Hinata is that she is sane, his bar clearly isn't very high, but who knows, right?

When you're used to extremes, basics will impress you XD

It makes me sad that Hinata is grateful for being treated with respect by Sasuke, because they don't even know each other really well, he is just being a well-mannered human being and respecting her space. This is the bare minimum.

People often don't give you the bare minium, so when you get it, it feels like the world.

Yeah... the signs of abuse. This shit broke me. Not gonna lie and tell you I didn't laugh when Sasuke went for a hug, but boooy if this shit wasn't heavy.

I want to make a point that not all abuse is physical, and sometimes it's not even intentional. (That doesn't dissolve fault. If you did something to someone, it is your fault whether or not you mean ti.)

“Once you start making excuses, it turns from bad behavior to abuse.” Yes.

I like that Sasuke said this because it's hard to think that your friends could be capable of being not great people, just because they are fine people to you.

Hinata's tantrum in the car is the best piece of literature ever, I laughed so hard because girlie has been through some deep shit, she deserves to go apeshit sometimes, okay? She even cursed!

I have a head cannon that Hinata just needs to scream out of her little quiet body every once in a while so there isn't a Hyuga massacre.

I wish my dad loved me like that LOL

Babes, are you okay?

"It’s just like a roommate, and the roommate gets a dog." I compared my friend's kid to a dog once and she said it was actually worse than having a dog, the father wasn't very happy with us but he didn't disagree lol. Point is, at least he wants the kid.

Sasuke is a different level of unbothered in this story.

I think this story awakened a monster in me, the monster that loves the trope of roommates acting like they're married until they fall in love.

🤝 I need to make like 30 of those because I love not quite a couple but completely living as a unit moments.

I totally forgot about the bath situation.

I like writing mildly dramatic situations handled very humanely. People fall in the shower all the time. I love having people have to actually deal with situations. I think it shows more of their character than anything.

“Why aren’t you at work?” “I don’t want to come back and find a pregnant woman bleeding out on the floor.” This is my kind of humor. I fucking love him.

Sasuke's dry humor in this gets to me.

Oh yeah, the cringe baby clothes. Why does this shit even exist? Why do people even buy that kind of thing?

Not me having opinions and making characters talk about how much I hate cringe baby clothes. >.>

What He Left Behind

Pairing: Sasuke x Hinata Rating: T

Description: When Sasuke is confronted with an abandoned pregnant Hinata, he does the only thing he can think to do, he takes her in. Strangers to friends. Friends to lovers.

Tags: Pregnancy  |  Romance  |  Domestic Fluff  |  Happy Ending  |  Fluff and Angst  |  Hurt/Comfort

[mytortoisegotstuckinatupperware]

wait lemme tell y'all about how Italy made me trans

*disclaimer, I was already iffy abt my gender and working through my own feelings. I looked pretty androgynous and was like "fuck it what's the worst that could happen."

*my program coordinators were dope and made sure I felt comfortable as a soft transmasc person, especially when going to religious sites where there was significant gender segregation

ANYway

Got yelled at at outgoing airport, but didn’t get pat down. Mad about shit I had in my pockets, but no issues with the binder!

Used the mens bathroom exclusively at the airports (gross y'all live like this?)

Got on the flight, correctly gendered by flight attendants every time (he/him)

Made it through customs nonissue. Literally the most chill customs agents—barely looked at my passport. like talking in Italian and not giving a shit. peak

Used mens bathroom when I got to Italy again exclusively. Was able to get my own room so didn’t have to worry abt roommates 

Presented male throughout Italy. Almost got accosted by a street vendor by the colosseum but that was more of me being American than being trans. Literally had to dodge and bolt bc he was coming at me I was cornered against a wall all while my friend was watching, concerned but amused from afar.

So many hot men in Italy. I’m sorry, but my dumb gay ass was dying.

Also EXTREME gender dysphoria around Italian youth. they didn’t all look like Timothee chalamet in cmbyn but they were pretty goddamn close. 

Italian bathrooms are superior to American bathrooms. There I said it. Except for the mens bathroom at the Roman forum, but there were a bunch of international tourists there, so what can I expect. 

Got called “sir” by Italian folks, which was rad. 

Walked around at night alone. Needed to run to a convenience store late and went by my self. Told my friends where I was going but otherwise wasn’t afraid. 

Was designated the navigator™️ by all my fem friends when we were hanging out. Designated “keep an eye on things” and watch out for creeps, which was super validating. 

Went to the great Italian mosque where women had to wear head coverings. I was pre-everything (HRT, surgery, etc) at the time so the coordinator of the trip talked to me about it beforehand. Passed well enough where it wasn’t an issue. 

Also went to the synagogue where they had all the mean wear (Jewish head coverings) I was given one, but my friends told me the rabbi hesitated, like he couldn't tell.

But I was getting pretty wiped by this point so I sat outside for a breather. I'm scared of organized religion #TraumatizedExCatholic

Spent the evenings alone often and worked with trying to get my top surgery consult scheduled. 

The end of the trip was quickly approaching and I realized it didn’t want to come back to the US, not just because Italy is wonderful, but because I’d be coming back to a world of misgendering, discomfort, and depression. 

Obvi I had to go back tho, and here’s where the issues started.

Leaving Italy was fine, no issues there

Had to get my passport checked again when we got to Paris. Customs hesitated but let me through. 

As I was in line to get off the plane, they were checking passports again. The French official took mine and spend a good minute just looking at me back and forth before saying “ah, you got a haircut.” 

I just nodded bc obviously I didn’t want to be detained in Paris. No use in explaining anything. 

When I got to the door, they pulled me aside again for a “random security check.” 

The rest of my class was on the flight already. I was one of the last people in the kiosk to board. 

They went through my luggage—i only had a carry on. The guy checking me seemed to be American 

Swiped by hands for chemicals

Took my passport and asked “are you a girl?” And it was like being punched. 

I said yeah and explained that I’m trans. He just kept asking “so you’re a girl, right? You’re a girl, you’re a girl??”

And I’m like, yeah. Sure. 

So then he goes “no hard feelings, yeah?” And returns my passport. I’m like, yeah. 

Then I board the flight FINALLY 

Got gendered correctly by the flight attendant, which was rad 

Landed in the Atlanta airport, fuck Atlanta. Just generally but I also got “miss” and “ma’am” by security a bunch, which fucking sucked.  

Man FUCK atlanta

Absolutely exhausted at this point so I didn’t even give a fuck

Landed back home and was able to get back

Oh yeah, had my wallet stolen with 80 euro, my military id, covid card, and a bunch of other important stuff, so I couldn’t get back into my dorm.

Fortunately, one of my friends was an RA and able to let me in, so I got back, collapsed in bed at 3 am and woke up abt seven hours later 

and now im a Dude!

[littlelambdrgnfly]

Every time I go by my new apartment I just get more depressed about it. God, what a terrible feeling. I’ve been looking forward to getting out of our current place for so long, but the new place is pretty ugly. We’re supposedly getting new windows and a paint job, but my main issue is with my bedroom. I agreed to take the smaller bedroom bc my roommate has a chinchilla which stays in her room, so she needs space for that. However, my room gets so little light and that’s extremely depressing for me, I thrive in a sunny room. I work from home, I’m basically in my bedroom all day and in the living room all evening. My roommate doesn’t even keep her blinds open, the sunshine shouldn’t make any difference to her! She’s getting back from Georgia tomorrow so I’ll try to talk to her about it, but I was also trying to get her to pay more in rent (by like $100/200) so I don’t know how well that’ll go over. She makes at least $8k more than me per year, she’s getting a bigger room, and I’m stuck with all the cleaning because she’s fucking lazy and apparently thinks that our apartment magically cleans itself, and I’m too much of a pussy to stand up for myself. I definitely wouldn’t mind continuing to do the chores myself for a break on the rent, or if I could have the sunny bedroom. I also don’t see her actually doing the chores, even if she says that she will. I know firsthand how exhausting it is to work in retail on your feet all day, and she has a history of back/leg/feet issues, which I’ve also had, but even outside all of that, this girl doesn’t do shit when she’s not working, unless it’s for her parents. She doesn’t sweep the floors, she doesn’t clean the toilets, she doesn’t clean the kitchen, she barely even takes the trash out. No matter what the outcome is, I have to talk to her, it’s unfair to me to do all of this and her none of it. I just hate having to be critical of someone, friend or not. And I truly hate feeling like I should be treated fairly. God, now that’s a sentence… Whenever I would say something like that to my parents, despite whether I had a valid point, they would just mock me or tell me I’m being selfish or lazy. Something deep inside me makes me feel like I don’t deserve fairness, that I should cherish any scraps of kindness people toss at me. Is it very surprising that I have a list of lousy relationships with people who treated me poorly?

[cryptidshuffle]

not really a vent but i am complaining about life shit under the readmore lol

i feel so weird mentally rn and its making me feel like shit urgh. ive felt like shit pretty consistently since i moved back home so like. all year pretty much. like i used to be able to distract myself with school but after i graduated its like shit what do i do now. i really just had no purpose for a while. to the point where i didnt work and now have like no money and more credit card debt than im comfortable with having.

the whole point of me going back to work at d isney is bc i really didnt know what else to do with myself. ive felt bad ever since i left there. the only reason i didnt stay was bc i wanted to finish my degree and i did. idk if i actually liked workng there that much or if i just liked being on my own for the first time. but regardless being at my parents house feels suffocating after having that independence. so regardless ive justified going back to dw as like. the reasonable thing for me right now and i am excited to be going back. merch ive been told is way easier than quick service and my location seems like itll be fun (not to dox myself too hard but its at my personal favorite park... lol i lucked out) and i have friends from my first college program that still live and work down there! i even met up with a few recently and it felt good and i didnt feel lonely and weird.

anyways uh. i had a point with this im sure

im moving down there like. soon. little less than 2 weeks. and i dont feel prepared ive spent the last several days doing jack shit staying up late sleeping in later. barely crawling out of bed to eat a snack and dinner and then crawling back to bed.

i feel like theres so much i need to get done before then in terms of packing and what not and things i wanna do before then and it doesnt help that my moms planning one last big family weekend trip the weekend bc my brother will be home from college so shes gonna be weird about everyone all together for a week before everyone leaves again. i hrgrhrhgrgr

not to mention i have to share a room and didnt have time to try snd link with a roommate. what if i get paired with some freak. what if i get paired by someone who decided im some freak. i literally wont know until i get there urgh. the last roommates i had we barely talked but at least i knew one was also nonbinary and also we all had separate rooms. its different when u gotta share. urgh

and its 3am!fuck my life

[lastoneout]

It's not even about Portland that's literally poverty wages anywhere in the US. Like "you qualify for multiple forms of government welfare" poor. $26k a year comes out to like $12.50/h before taxes, $15 isn't even a living wage, you would have to make upwards of $25/hour to even call yourself barely financially stable, and by financially stable I mean not middle class, certainly not rich, more like upper lower class. As an example, my fiance makes about that much and I still had to take out a loan to pay for my wisdom teeth surgery, and I can barely afford new glasses every year. My fiance lost his job and we were dead broke by the end of the month it took him to get a new one, had he not found one we would have been fucked. The only reason we aren't underwater is bcs Tucson is a relatively cheap place to live and we don't have to pay rent, just utilities. If we lived in Portland, even without paying rent, we'd be paycheck to paycheck.

The submitter is out of their mind for thinking $12.50/h doing backbreaking work like delivering oxygen tanks is a "lavish" income. (Also, besides the point, but a 2015 Nissan Leaf is NOT a nice car especially if it gets heavy use.) Their roommate contributes a fourth of their income to the household grocery fund which apparently they don't even use that much, on top of insurance for their car and any medical bills/household necessities they need, and had to pick up a second job just to afford a decent winter coat and boots, which are basically a necessity if you're delivering heavy ass oxygen tanks in a place that recently had the whole town shut down due to snow and ice. A decent pair of boots is the difference between being able to work and injuring yourself on a daily basis.

$24k a year is NOT a living wage, god forbid wealthy. The submitter is wildly out of touch with like, fucking reality. C does have some privilege in that they make a little more money than their housemates, own a car, have a steady job, and don't have to pay rent, but it's pulling hairs. They're barely better off than their housemates, and I have no doubt one expensive personal crisis would leave them destitute.

Tbh this has gotten so ridiculous I genuinely suspect the submitter is just a troll(which is why I'm willing to reblog this post) bcs fr them thinking it's reasonable to drop $5k on furniture and clothes for their housemates but acting like $2k a month makes C rich is INSANE, but make no mistake, if what they say is true C is NOT rich and barely has anything over on their housemates.

Okay. Am I the asshole if I call out my roommate's self-centered behavior? I live in a communal space, where everybody except C shares freely. C got a good job through connections and is able to spend freely on themselves, spending little on household items, groceries, etc. They say they're broke every month, but I've seen their takeout containers and amazon boxes, so maybe it's a spending problem. Worst of all, when we are low on food, C just disappears for a few hours and comes back instead of cooking with everyone.

I've told C that they're being selfish and they should start considering other people, but it goes in one ear and out the other. I offered to help budget but they don't listen! They barely spend more than $400 of their $2000 a month on groceries for the house; the rest goes to their lavish lifestyle while the rest of us suffer. I just want them to pay their fair share. AITA for asking them to be fair??

Including some more specific INFO from version 1 of this post (which wasn't postable due to being about emotions rather than actions):

What are these acronyms?

[eggcats]

one thing that gets me is that the more "high tech" ghost hunting equipment I see, the more "proof" I'm given, the more im positive it's almost entirely bullshit, I just become more of a shaniac the more "evidence" I see

which is an insane take from someone who's had legitimate experiences I can't explain (which isn't to say there ISN'T an explanation, but other than it being possible mental illness and occasional hallucinations, I don't know what it could be other than possibly paranormal)

I should be the easiest motherfucker to fool how did we even get to this point

And yet? Any time anyone tells ME anything I'm immediately like have you checked your carbon monoxide detector? Is the building structurally sound?, bc if it's not that also causes hallucinations. It's just a spec of dust or the house shifting or sleep paralysis or etc. I barely believe MY OWN experiences.

Ghosts aren't scary, y'know what is? Someone secretly living in your house. Any random who decides they wanna kill you. Living people. Ghosts are just invisible freeloaders who don't pay rent (assuming they even exist). They can't just stab me in the middle of the night like a human can.

(I've actually had some scary sleep paralysis experiences too but those I'm aware of what that is. Didn't make them any less scary tho.)

(long list of experiences after the readmore. I'm honestly making this post more so I can just talk about them tbh)

I've had:

moving shadows in my house

one was a full grown man shape, about 6+ feet tall running down the hallway that I could see from my bedroom. I just went "huh. Not my problem." And went back to listening to my radio

another was like, a huge tail-like shape just fucking swinging on the wall when I walked into the desk room at like 3am, and I even checked the light switch to make sure it wasn't causing a weird shadow, it wasn't, there wasn't anything that could have caused it (also the shadow was like, pitch black) so then I was like "huh. Not dealing with that" and turned out the light, turned around, walked down the hallway to my bedroom and climbed into my bed and went to sleep

saw literal floating orbs MORE THAN ONCE

one was on Halloween when my friends and I were hanging out at a graveyard (a moving floating orange one)

the other way me walking downstairs at night and hitting/walking into this huge bright blue blinding light that disappeared once I turned a real light on

had stuff constantly changing positions in my room

(that I explicitly asked my mom if she moved, the only person to enter my room other than me, and she was like "no? why would I do that?")

- one was a fucking nesting doll that KEPT TURNING AROUND TO FACE ME DESPITE ME FACING IT TO THE WALL WHENEVER I NOTICED IT MOVED...I kept it bc my aunt bought it for me from China so it was special even if it was possessed.

Sidenote: my brain HATES anything human-like with eyes, I will become CONVINCED it's following me I cannot handle the uncanny valley of it. That's only related bc that's the only reason I regularly turned it around, I didn't want it looking at me.

another memorable one was my huge cardboard dragon model that somehow got in my loft bed from my bookshelf, a feat it could absolutely not have gotten there without help

had some presence enter my college dorm room when I had a dorm to myself, and y'know how you can kind of feel when people walk behind you? I felt that as I was napping before class, and like I said, my roommate had moved out absolutely no one had keys to my room and it startled me enough it straight up woke me up. I think I had a few other experiences, but that was the most notable one

one time my cat woke me up bc he was chirping intently at the corner of a wall at like 2am. I looked. There was nothing there. So I sat down and looked at it and went "hey it's 2am can you stop bothering my cat so I can sleep?" and then suddenly my cat calmed down. So I went back to sleep.

more than once I'd turn off the kitchen light and I'd HEAR the light switch hit and it'd turn back on. likely faulty wiring but it was freaky to turn the lights off, sit down, and have them turn back on

I couldn't take a NAP on the beanbag chair under my bed without it feeling like something was grabbing me from my body

whenever I'd force myself back into myself (one time I straight up heard a voice go "you NEED to wake up" before I even could do so), and wake up FREAKED OUT, I'd be hit with this sense of "oh it was fine, you're So Tired go back to sleep" that just didn't feel natural, like it wasn't coming from me and was overpowering my actual reaction

Like, I'd suddenly feel exhausted (almost unnaturally so?) where if I didn't force myself to get up off the floor RIGHT THEN, I'd go right back to this half-asleep state and the feeling of being forced from by body would be much quicker this time

It felt like a kind of full-body tingle on the places I'd be yanked from by body, except it wasn't my arm going to sleep or anything bc it'd be on the side I Wasn't sleeping on, and would progressively get further down the more I was yanked

(if I was actually tired and fell legitimately asleep nothing happened, so I'd only sleep on the beanbag chair under my bed when I wanted to nap for a few hours, and not just doze)

Speaking of that spot - more than once I've heard a noise from there that I couldn't identify the cause of. It's possible I had some auditory hallucinations, but considering everything else it'd freak me out to hear a voice or a knock or something that like, was intentional and I couldn't identify what caused it.

I only had the "removed from my body" IN my bed once but it was way scarier

I was snoozing/relaxing during summer break late morning in bed, reading Shonen Jump, and got hit with such exhaustion that I suddenly couldn't stay awake - like, I Was fine a second ago, and now suddenly I'm almost passed out, can barely keep my eyes open

So I was like, okay I'll go back to sleep. And then???? I hear someone washing their hands in the bathroom down the hall??? And THEN I hear them walk down the hall towards my room, and the entire time I hear the approach I'm hit with an overwhelming sense of fear/dread - like I knew somehow it wasn't an intruder, but instead something paranormal? In a way I knew my only defense was to pretend I was still asleep

And suddenly I feel something grab me and lift me directly up into the air, and then forward, like incredibly fast?

(and listen, I was like an early teenager filled with indoctrination. I thought this was the second coming. I started praying, lmao. But! It seemed to have worked bc suddenly the thing dragging me moved SO MUCH MORE QUICKLY and I'm fucking DROPPED back into my body. Like, I legitimately think I moved when I re-entered it was so violent)

And I KNOW y'all are going to say I was asleep or something, but listen. I was absolutely awake. It was a CONSCIOUS EFFORT on my end to keep my eyes closed and PRETEND I was still asleep. I straight up waited a few minutes after I got back into my body before opening my eyes I was so freaked. I did NOT want to see whatever it was and I didn't want IT to know I was conscious.

I straight up agreed to go with my aunt and grandma to go swimming like they wanted me to. And I absolutely hated doing stuff like that. It just scared me so badly I didn't want to be home alone anymore.

and is, to THIS DAY, convinced my cat was possessed by something that I had to exorcise

listen. I know it sounds insane. Trust me. My cat's eyes were pitch black (not normal night cat eyes, like pure black), he glared at me in a "is THAT the best you can do" way when I flicked him on the nose for biting me, he bit me when I petted him (he does NOT bite unless you're handing him treats), and then when I "exorcised" it bc I was pissed it DARED to mess with my cat he was so exhausted he snuggled with me near my chest for about 10 minutes, and he HATES sleeping there (after he moved back to my feet where he normally sleeps)

If I had another explanation I'd give you one.

I should be susceptible to this shit, and yet you show me the ovilus and I'm like cool that's a scam

[anagram-for-mongo]

My roommate really doesn't seem to understand what it's like being working class and growing up that way, looking at the middle class like they've got it made (mainly because his parents are)