#beause no way you get that rich

[octopuscato]

HOW HARD CAN IT BE?!

How hard can it be to not rejoice at human beings’ deaths and celebrate it like a fucking firework of tastelessness all over this blue hellsite?  And why am I following people who do this shit? Like, I consider myself halfway reasonable in my mutual choices, but EVERY DAMN TIME something like this happens, I have to go “Okay no, bye”, because even with my diagnosed severely limited empathy, I just - I can’t abide CELEBRATING OTHER HUMAN BEINGS’ DEATHS, and apparently lots of other people find it very cool indeed. Sometimes I’m wondering if everyone has gone insane. Just. Dudes. GET A FUCKING GRIP!

[entwinedreams]

"Stop arguing and let me help. You can snark later..." Abrupt words escape Diluc as he fixes Viktoriya with a hard look, only to step away briefly enough to fetch the first aid kit he keeps stashed behind the bar. With the patrons gone, Angel's Share is quiet, too much so perhaps for them to inhabit with the air between them, but he prefers it to the possible line of questioning they might otherwise receive. Even if there is a tension to it. "Let's just get that injury treated."

" i don't like owing people favors- especially you. this is the third favor that i owe. " the words hiss from viktoriya's lips. it hurts- her singing and dancing had aggravated the injury, yet the fact that diluc of all people noticed she was in pain bothered her more than the actual injury.

the wound is far more severe than diluc realized at first. she can tell from the pain she feels as she drops her corset and blouse to the floor. his face turns gaunt, as viktoriya climbs up and sits cross-legged on the bartop counter, with her wound to him. ( it wraps around her side to her back, cutting through her rose-covered birdcage tattoo. she prays to barbatos that it hopefully it won't scar, beause that tattoo took forever to get inked. )

there would be no way to explain a shirtless viktoriya on the bartop to anyone that wasn't the two of them, and she hates it. she hates having to be physically vulnerable with a person she dislikes. does he even remember bianka and all the grief he and his rich friends put her through? does anyone other than the woman herself remember bianka adler?

" if your fingertips go numb or even tingle slightly, say something to me- that way i can administer an antidote immediately. " she begins after the tension between them feels like she could slice her blade through it, then lets out a stream of cussing as diluc cleans the wound. ( she does feel him pause as he processes her statement, she continues. )

" my toxin immunity had to be built up over years of ingesting nonlethal amounts of poisons, with the unfortunate side effect of turning my blood poisonous for anyone who comes in contact with it. i keep an emergency antidote on me, in case someone needs it. " she focuses on the wall as he continues. " i'm fairly certain that such a small amount of blood won't kill you, provided you don't ingest it, but it's better to err on the side of caution. "

@resolutepath

[azriel-edgemont]

Violence

Aggie doesn't get into many fights, as a rule--he and DeVry avoid that sort of thing as much as possible, because they are artists after all. If there's going to be some kind of a dust-up that Aggie's involved with, his preference is to stand back and let someone else do the fighting for him.

But--if he has to get in a scrap...

Aggie fights with his hands, his limbs, his entire body, and he fights dirty. He was, after all, a small-ish child with a frail constitution, who attended a boys' boarding school (with all that entails). He was picked on plenty by the other boys, until they learned better. Since then, he's learned not to run; he stands his ground. If someone is after him and he can't evade them or talk them down, he'll turn and face them head-on, hands flexing at his sides, weight shifting as he eyes them up and down, looking for a point of weakness. Then he'll launch at them, embracing the close combat, and dig in wherever he can with his fingers; scratching, scrapping. It's not elegant nor beautiful--he isn't trained in any kind of martial art--and he doesn't punch or kick; but he will wrap his lithe, long-limbed self around an assailant, twist and pull and yank and bite, like wrestling without any rules.

The man is incredibly vain, so he is going to do whatever he can to avoid anything that might damage his face especially--but any damage at all is unthinkable (only by consent, thank you very much). He'll go low, shove his face against their chest or solar plexus if he can manage it while he works to gain purchase on something with his nails, or twist his legs through theirs until he can bring them down. He's decently agile, in the way that someone who is wriggly can be agile--not doing parkour any time soon, but slippery, hard to keep hold of.

He is also smart enough, however, to use angles and pressure to his best advantage to do harm. After fading from the public eye in the late 50's he developed a passing interest in studying human anatomy (and he does, after all, spend a lot of time in very intimate examination of the human body).So while not particularly strong fro a Kindred, he can absolutely break bones or dislocate joints if he gets in the right position and can apply the right leverage.

Self-defense for the distinguished whore!

However--that's the last resort. He will, always, always try to find a way out of a fight if he can--whether that's sneaking away while they're distracted, or using his words or charms to disarm the assailant (his use of and access to Presence as a discipline helps immensely with that). Part of this is beause of the risk of not only physical damage, but also pain, which he typically--though admittedly not always--prefers to avoid.

So--he will fight if he has to, and he's not useless in a right, but he prefers not to engage in physical altercations. However, that's not to say he doesn't appreciate violence or shy away from it--just when he is directly involved as a participant. He also does relish a kill, when the circumstances are right. If he has the chance to sneak up behind someone and slide a knife between their ribs, or slit their throat, you can be sure that he will; and he'll revel in it.

The intimate and suggestive slow slide of a knife, sheathing itself in another's body; the parting of skin and flesh around the edge of a sharpened blade; his breath catches on the exhale, shuddering and pleased, when his knuckles connect with warm, weeping muscle, blood travelling down the honed shining metal and dripping through his fingers into his palm. The way blood pours in a relentless rush from an arterial wound, a thick, pulsing torrent of rich, red warmth--his throat clenches, tightens, mouth filling with saliva at the abundance of it, the way it tickles at his hedonistic, greedy fancy.

A properly executed kill, using his preferred method--just another form of indulgent pleasure. These types of encounters lead, more often than not, to Aggie seeking out one of his more casual hunting grounds--or connecting with an ongoing dalliance, where they're available to him--to address and relieve the desire stoked by such an act.

Despite this, Aggie won't use sex as a means to that type of end. That is--if there is a need for someone to be removed or disposed of, he'll resist being put in a position of using sex as a tool to accomplish that, or get their guard down. In a certain way, sex is sacred to him--nothing as simple or pedestrian as a tool or a means to an end. (Sex is an art, just like killing is an art; but they're very different art forms, and he's not a fan of mixed media.)

Now, what he will do is fuck the daylights out of someone, and then tail them once they've left and skill them from the shadows, if that is what is called for. But those are two separate and essentially unrelated events; they have to meet his standards of beauty, loveliness, desire for the first to even occur, and he would never seduce someone for the sole reason of killing them after. (Death by vampire bite is reserved to his artists, his projects, the pretty baubles in his collection. It's a matter of respect.)

In general, though, Aggie avoids fighting and killing both as much as possible (beyond the necessary Kindred-related murderating that comes with being an insatiable, blood-drinking predator of the night).

[rjalker]

another attempted anonymous review from another transphobe that I deleted because they're all cowards who refuse to sign with a name:

this is the most unreadable tripe i've ever seen in my entire fucking life. i'm convinced this is a joke because any other option would be too much to bear. please get a job

it's so god damn funny when people use "get a job" as an insult as though I don't literally have a job, as though I haven't written this fic in my free time on the days I worked since today is my first day off since I started writing it, lol.......

someone's mad about neopronouns being casually used :)

here's the fic.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14051075/1/Adrien-adopts-a-cat

"Adrien" adopts a cat at some point between "Origins" and "Bubbler" or whatever the real first chronological episode of this show is, fuck if I know because it doesn't matter because there may as well not be any timeline at all for how little anything changes.

The point is, it's after Origins, but before the show actually starts. Because I'll redeem the character, but not after all that shit in canon. Nope. We are cutting the bullshit off at the source.

"Adrien" and pretty much all the other not-evil characters in this are gonna be trans because I'm trans and I said so. A lot of them are also going to use neopronouns because I use neopronouns and I say so :) you can't stop me :)

I have "Adrien" in quotation marks because ne is now going by the name Pandora, which I picked as a too-fucking-subtle-to-actually-be-a-reference-but-I-don't-care reference to Elva from The Inheritance Cycle.

Beause Elva was meant to be shielded, isntead she was forced to be a shield.

Pandora either means all-gifted, or all-giving. Adrien Agreste in canon is all-gifted because the world is handed to him on a silver platter without him ever having to do anything to earn it. We're told he's "perfect" despite him being an objectively horrible person, and anything he does, the writers praise him for and want us to praise him for, even when he's literally trying to kill a Black girl in a fit of jealousy-induced rage.

Pandora is all-giving because ne is going to realize over the course of the fic that the way ne was raised is horrible, and so is the fact that riv father is a fucking billionaire with access to technology that could save billions of lives, but he never does anything with it except exploit people and drive them further into poverty.

By the end of the fic, Pandora will be firmly on the side of the "kill the rich" crowd, and will literally be doing everything ne can (which it turns out is a lot) to put right what riv family has done wrong. Starting with literally just handing cash to people who need it.

[predictable-affairs]

☽☾ Rotten riches ☽☾

           A script, about a rich yandere, who falls in love and confesses.

*In the building of a big office bureau*

A group of business men talking to each other.

Businessman1: I think that this would be a good aproach to the deal.

Businessman2: Perhaps, but it puts a lot of risk on our side, this one would be better.

Businessman3: No, I disagree, we should be more diverse, have more action.

Businessman2: Yes, but that doesn't guarantee success.

Listener enters the scene, they seem lost...

Businessman1 (questions curiosly): Men, we shouldn't be overthinking this, the best course of action would be- now who is that?

Short pause ensues. Businessman1 approaches listener

Businessman1: Why hello there, what is a lovely little thing like you doing here?

Businessman1: Huh, well yes, this is the Predictable Affairs bureau, what buisness do you carry?

Businessman1: You came to talk to someone? And who would that be?

Businessman1: The higher up boss you say... And what will you be talking to him about?

A short pause.

Businessman1: It's none of my buissness?

Businessman1 laughs.

Businessman1: You're a little fireball, aren't you...

Businessman1: Beause... Well, you see... I think it is my buissness.

Another laugh.

Businessman1 (with regained character, smiling, grinning): Vangelis, Vangelis Pan. Nice to meet you little fireball.

Vangelis winks at listener. Another chuckle ensues.

Vangelis (amused): Aww, are you embarrased? Cat got your tongue? How cute...

Vangelis: Just a minute ago, you were so keen on talking to me; shaking and pulling your neck, seeming so lost, yet looking for something, someone so specific...

Vangelis: Meanwhile, you didn't even know what I look like.

Vangelis (quietly): Searching in the dark, for something you can't even touch...

Vangelis (pondering, mockingly): Tell me, should I be offended? You didn't even bother to do your research before diving head first, right into dark waters.

Vangelis (pondering, mockingly): Or perhaps I should be honored... For it was something about me, that caught the attention of...

Short pause.

Vangelis (darkly):  A gorgeous little fireball like you...

Another pause. Vangelis laughs.

Vangelis (amused, in a high whisper): I love your dumbfounded face, it makes me think of just the most wonderfull things...

Vangelis (mockingly, amused): Hmm, here, drop that mouth just a bit more and maybe we can even act them out...

Vangelis laughs again.

Vangelis: Well of course, of course, why don't we go over to my office, continue our conversation there; maybe then you can tell me what you so eagerly came to see me here for...

Footsteps.

Change of scene.

*Vangelis's office.*

Listener and Vangelis are alone.

Vangelis: Here, take a seat, make yourself comfortable.

Vangelis closes the office door and walks over to his chair in front of listener.

Vangelis: So, what's on your mind, sweetheart?

Listener anwsers.

Vangelis: You have some complaints for me? Mm, how interesting...

A short pause.

Vangelis: Well then, go ahead, I'm listening,

Vangelis: I'm quite interested in what you have to say...

Listener explains.

A pause ensues.

Vangelis: Hmm, is that so? You think my way of business is unethical?

Listener corrects Vangelis.

Vangelis: Oh right, excuse me, my business and way of business...

Listener continues speaking.

Vangelis: And you even have evidence you say?

Listener explains. A short pause. Listener cuts themselves off and questions Vangelis.

Vangelis (distracted, unaffected, dazed): Hm? Oh, no, keep going; your voice, your mouth... It's so cute... Even if it's sputtering utter nonsence...

Listeners gets a bit mad.

Vangelis: What? Is it not? You're actually serious about your claims?

Vangelis (insulted): Really, your ignorance is insulting!

A pause.

Vangelis (annoyed, chuckling): You know, one day, you're really going to fuck yourself over; going into the dark lions den, backwards, not even knowing what kind of animal it is.

Vangelis (annoyed, mockingly): Really, it's such a shame; you're either too pure, someone wanting to make the world a better place, without checking your facts, without realising, that it's corrupt beyond saving,

Vangelis (annoyed): Or stupid; too stupid to realise what your doing, and immediately jumping on any wrong doing you see. So stupid, that your brains are replaced with hope, which, by the way, is not leading you anywhere good!

Vangelis (with regained character, sweetly, mockingly): My, sweetie, I hope you have someone watching over you; so when, oneday, you start drowning in your own ignorance - someone is there to get you out...

Listener is lost and enraged. Listener questions Vangelis again.

Vangelis: Right, and you still haven't realised it...

Vangelis: Fine, I'll anwser your question.

Vangelis: Yes, it is true that those claims have been made, but it was made by only one company-

Listener interrupts Vangelis.

Vangelis (serious): Right, well, if you would've done your research, you would've realised that those other companies are just pawns of the Wind company-

Listener interrupts Vangelis again.

As soon as listener finishes talking, cutting them off a bit.

Vangelis (serious, mockingly, a bit angry): Such a little fireball... Has nobody ever taught you any manners?

Vangelis (calm, serious): The Wind company is controlled by someone, that used to work for me, and it's common knowledge, that this company is the rival of mine...

A pause.

Vangelis (calm, serious): Now... all of this, all this information - you could've found out with a quick internet search, but no...

Vangelis (quietly, relaxed): You decided you want to come straight to me.

Vangelis (pondering): Which, you know, begs the question, perhaps it was something more you came to me for...

Listener anwsers Vangelis immediately, enraged.

Vangelis (mockingly): You wanted to talk to me and get my opinion, before you posted anything on the internet? Oh, sweetheart, even if you did - you wouldn't be talking to me...

Vangelis (serious, moralizing): You'd be talking to your lawyer; and plus - no one would believe you.

Vangelis (mockingly): What's a fiery journalists little article going to do against a huge company, hm?

Vangelis: Might I add, an unapproved and false article...?

A short pause.

Vangelis (mockingly, sweetly): My, my, honey, I'd be careful if I were you; I'm a powerful man, one, who shouldn't be angered...

Another short pause.

Vangelis (drifting away): Though alas... Maybe I should let you anger me... See where that takes you...

Vangelis laughs.

Vangelis (laughing): Aww, are you scared? Again? How adorable...

Vangelis (quietly, pondering): I wonder what would scare you even more...

Another short pause ensues.

Vangelis (pondering, normal): Hm, but nevertheless, my little fireball, what will we do about your blatant insult to me?

Listener questions Vangelis.

Vangelis: Well, yes, you did insult me.

Vangelis: You came into my office, accusing me of made up stories and even threatning, blackmailing me, saying, you'll release a false article.

Vangelis (rhetorically): You also kept interrupting me, and that really hurt my feelings...

Vangelis (darkly): So, I'll repeat my question again, little fireball; what will we... You do?

A longer pause.

Vangelis (relaxed, sitting back in his chair, mockingly): Hmm, just a minute ago I could hardly shut you up and now, your as qiuet as a stick...

Another pause.

Vangelis: How about this - you go on a date with me...

One more pause. Vangelis laughs.

Vangelis (amused): What? What's with that expression? You heard me.

Vangelis (interested, convincing, quietly): Let me take you on a date...

Vangelis (quietly, drifting away): We'll go somewhere nice, we'll see some nice sights, maybe we'll even end it with some... nice... sensations.

Vangelis (quietly): So come on, say yes; let me take you to some place otherwordly, some place you'll never forget, and maybe then...

Vangelis (normal): Maybe just then, I won't be as mad and won't take such offence.

[reddieorrnot]

okay but hc's about richie finally telling stan about his crush on eddie (i hope you've not gotten this before if so ignore it)

ugh your mind i love it

-so when richie finally realizes he likes eddie, it isn’t really anything huge

-it’s just him having it click and thinking oh wow that makes a lot of sense why didn’t i realize that sooner 

-he doesn’t have much internalized homophobia either, or any type of self-repression. all he can really think is why doesn’t every like eddie?? how could someone not??? everyone else is weird not him in any way

-while he doesn’t struggle with acceptance or overcoming anything, richie does suddenly find it very hard to keep this to himself

-but he’s very scared about telling eddie, but richie doesn’t think there’s any possibility that eddie likes him back whatsoever

-but he cannot keep this secret, and it gets harder every day

-he pictures himself letting it slip every time eddie puts a band-aid on richie’s knee after he trips, or when eddie’s fingers graze his when he hand shim something

-it’s finally when it gets to the point where richie can’t help but whisper to himself over and over again “i like eddie kaspbrak” on the walk home from school one day where he notices he really does need to tell someone soon

-he considers all his friends, one by one

-he knows right off the bat he can’t tell bill. 

-one time in fifth grade richie told bill he had used eddie’s inhaler when he wasn’t looking out of curiosity and not to tell the smaller boy

-what was the first thing bill did? told eddie

-ever since then bill was marked as nontrustworthy of any topics concerning eddie for richie, as much as it sounded like a joke

-he doesn’t want to tell ben because everyone knew that that boy already all his romantical focus on one certain girl, ben didn’t have the attention to spare

-he knows if he were to tell mike, all he would get would be advice

-because mike hates to see his friends struggling

-but richie doesn’t want advice, he doesn’t think it’s worth it. advice will just make him more upset. he just needs to tell someone. 

-usually, richie told beverly everything, they would lay in the grass, passing a cigarette, while confessing things into the chilly air around them

-but this wasn’t something richie wanted to confess after a long drag from a cigarette, eddie was worth more than that. 

-also,he was 100% sure beverly would make fun of him. and he did not want that

-finally, richie had landed upon stan’s name. and contemplated the idea

-stan wouldn’t offer advice unless asked, and he wouldn’t make fun of richie either. plus, richie was certain stan wouldn’t tell anyone, he usually didn’t care enough to spread secrets

-as well as the fact that richie was stan’s best friend, even if he’d never admit it out loud. he said it sparsely, probably enough times that richie could count on his hand. 

-after some thinking, it’s clear that stan is perfect

-richie knows what stan likes to do sunday mornings, hell all the losers do

-stan likes to fill a thermos with tea, grab some binoculars, his bird book (richie just calls it that) and head over to the nearby park

-he spends every sunday morning there watching birds, jotting down the ones he sees and any details he likes about them

-knowing this makes it a lot easier for richie to find him that day

-he spots stan’s curly hair from a distance, as he sits on a park bench, holding the binoculars up to his eyes

-richie has the idea of scaring stan, but dismisses it as he recognizes the fact that that’ll probably get him banned from ever coming to one of stan’s bird watching sessions ever again

-even if this time was kinda uninvited 

-so he lets the sound of his footsteps warn stan he’s near, as stan does indeed turn back and see richie, with a surprised yet quickly unamused face

-richie plops down next to stan, gives him a grin

-”what’s up, staniel?”

-”i really hope no one ever thinks that’s my actual name.”

-it makes richie laugh and feel more at ease

-they sit in silence for a little bit, besides richie’s tapping of his fingers on the bench as stan looks out at the trees

-finally the quietness consumes richie

-”aren’t you gonna ask why i’m here?”

-stan turns back to look at his best friend and lets out a soft sigh

-”i know you’re just gonna tell me at some point, so go on.”

-richie is hesitant at first, not because stan isn’t the right person to tell, but because this’ll be his first time saying these words out loud for someone else to hear. he isn’t confessing his feelings to himself in the mirror or into the night as he lies awake thinking of eddie

-he's actually finally telling someone else about this crush on eddie that he can’t stop thinking about

-”stan,” richie takes a deep breath, “i really like eddie he’s so great and cute and funny and... and i have for a while and with every second that goes by i feel more and more like i have to tell someone and beause you’re my best friend i thought i would tell you because i really trust you and-”

-”richie?”

-”yes?”

-”i kinda already assumed you liked eddie.”

-richie is baffled and takes a second to process what stan says, mouth hanging open in surprise when it finally clicks

-”h-how? what?”

-”it’s kinda obvious, you’re more touchy with him than anyone else, and you get all red whenever he laughs at your jokes,” stan starts to turn back to his binoculars

-”does that mean eddie knows? oh shit, do the other losers know?” the panic is evry clear in richie’s voice, as fear begins to pull him into some dark abiss

-this is exactly what he didn’t want, he didn’t need anyone else besides stan to know. now eddie was going to hate richie, and think he was some sort of gross weirdo who was only his friend because he liked him and-

-stan was suddenly pulling richie in for a hug, something that rarely ever happened with anyone and stan. his arms were stiff for a second, but when richie wrapped his around stan as well, they both melted into a more comfortable position within the embrace

-”calm down, rich. no one but me knows i’m just very observant. you’re okay, don’t worry”

-richie feels his pulse start to slow down from its previous nervous state, letting stan’s words sink into his skin

-when richie finally pulls away, he gives stan a small smile, one not from jokes or teasing, but simple gratefulness

-to his surprise, stan returns the smile

-”do you think... do you think i have a chance?”

-”don’t freak out,” stan tells richie, pinching the bridge of his nose 

-”what?” richie asks lifting an eyebrow

-”i’m pretty sure eddie likes you too”

-richie in fact does freak out

-”STAN MY MAN HOLY SHIT!” 

-”richie, shut the fuck up. the goddamn birds will fly away!” 

[illlogicals]

☆ﾟ*・ﾟWOAH is that BRANDON SHAPIRO ? i’ve heard they’re a DARK WITCH working here as a SECURITY GUARD. they came here because HE NEEDED A PROPER JOB AFTER HIS ‘ACCIDENT’ and they’ve been working here for  A LITTLE OVER HALF A year. as a  29 / 29 year-old, i’m sure they’re skilled. someone told me they’re IRRESPONSIBLE & UNTRUSTWORTHY but i think they’re RESOURCEFUL & AMBITIOUS. i can’t help but think of A PERSONAL COLLECTION OF SPEEDING TICKETS, A HISTORY OF BAD DECISIONS, AND CONSTANTLY BRUISED FLESH when i look at them. 

no. you aren’t going blind. I did actually finish an intro for once.

imma try to keep this super short n’ brief because knowing me I’ll probably end up changing little details here and there as I develop brandon more. theres a TLDR at the bottom. im a lazy b-tch so i would skip to that first. 

da basics

brandon shapiro is a 29 year old dark witch from ipswich, massachusetts. reigns from a long line of (mostly) dark witches so forgive him for having the ‘im a pureblood’ type attitude. baby boy’s an east coast blue blood. he thrives in making himself high and mighty when he’s got the $$$, the name, and charm to back it up. 

moving onnnn and skipping over his childhood because that’s pretty much irrelevant, when brandon started developing into darker magic more he started obtaining ‘friends’ that would constantly bring him into these sketchy situations. eventually he would consider himself a witch for a hire because that’s pretty much what he was before even knowing about elysium.

he’s spent time in his late teens/ early twenties living in los angeles, new orleans, boston, seattle, and other various places in the states depending on whatever job he had. these were  normally gigs to help break into museums, banks, jewelers, etc. but then there would be jobs deeper into the dark web which brandon and his band of idiot money crazed googlies didn’t think would ever be too ridiculous for them since the more dangerous the job the better the payout. which brandon doesn’t need, it’s moreso the thrill. an adrenaline junkie. 

his last job, before everything went to complete shit, required brandon and his friends to get involved in pulling a spell against a casino table for their buyer to have his pickings win in his favor. this ended up going on for two nights before brandon ( and apparently only brandon ) got caught by the attention of some supernatural mob boss who just so happened to own one of the combo casino/hotels on the vegas strip. 

to compromise, you know to not be murdered for cheating,  brandon agreed to work for these people for free and offer up the names of his old comrades so the mob could have good faith that these terrible, awful, and manipulative people would never come back again. brandon loves his life and will pick it every time. he doesn’t know what happened to his old friends nor does he really care to find out. 

he’s been living in miami for the last two years under the mob doing way risker jobs with very little payback. which has to be karma for giving up his friends but he’s not one to ponder his faults. anywayssss, his official last job ended up getting him arrested due to some unfortunate circumstances. turns out there were people watching brandon ever since he landed in miami. he was being watched, and watched, and watched and they finally caught up to him. and you know what this fool did? gave up information to them about the mob he was working for and where they could find these people if they ever wanted to focus their attention on the real criminals. the agreement ended up with allowing brandon to sort of walk free as long as he does his part in not falling back into the old ways he’s grown stupid to.

originally he was going to move back to massachusetts, but he ended up crossing paths with someone who knew of a place he could work at if he was ever interested. turns out it was a school in new york. and while brandon managed to enjoy life everywhere else, he figured new york would be a piece of cake.

TLDR. homie is a dark witch with a rich family. he got into shady business as he started developing his powers more and that lead him to be caught by a supernatural mob boss and then later eventually people who wanted to take said mob boss down. he took a plea both times he was confronted by these people, offering extange of information for his life, and once that part of his life was over he met someone who worked at elysium and they told him about the school. now he’s here trying to live a normal life. 

connections 

brandon has been at elysium since september/october-ish. I’m open to all connections but there is a very important one that I need filled and it just has to be the person who met brandon while was in miami and told him about the school. they’d primarily would be the reason why he moved to new york and possibly his first friend around here yada yada. I need this. halp me.

then of course all the regular schmegluar friends, enemies, and eventually fwbs. I say eventually beause b’s a little too fresh to getting him caught up so early on not that that stopped him from banging diego in the back of some city bar. and I’ll be doing a plotting call for him eventually. so keep an eye out for that. 

etc

SO YA. this is brandon. im having him not really tell people too much about this little secret life prior to the school. he’s definitely going around telling people that he got into a really bad accident while being a firefighter in seattle. sorry this intro sucked. I’m awful at doing these !!!

i’ll be on discord for most of the afternoon while I order pizza and watch trolls 2 with my younger cousin. wholesome content from your dear ol vic. 

[claireofluxembourg]

For real. I still use twitter to speak to friends there but take long breaks from the tl and go into my dms only. That place is so shitty, people are so entitled and arrogant, you'd think they'd learn that they're hypocrites that don't know what feminism and activism in general are but no. Everytime they have to turn someone (mostly celebs) into a god like figure just to see a bit later they're worshipping the same greedy rich corrupted folk they hate so much. It's so scary in a lot of ways.

Yeah. On my personal Twitter I only follow political related stuff and barely any fandom stuff and seeing people get all crazy about loads of things can be overwhelming, especially beause there isn’t space for much.

Here, you can talk shit about things you don’t like and next thing, you’re reblogging puppies and aesthetic stuff so it kind of creates this sort of cushion for you to also talk about lighter stuff and not lose your mind and Twitter doesn’t allow that. But it’s also a good source of info (if you follow the right people obvi) so it’s a matter of perspective, like my previous anon said.

[firstmetalforstudent]

Reality

I've been thinking, what makes each of us special. From one side, every person in this world is unique and has it's own personalty traits, from the other side : we are all the fucking same. It's our decision if we accept the people's differencies. Some people are "weirdos" and "fricks" for us. They are so different that we are scared of them, and we consider that they need someone to teach them how to become normal and "acceptable" for the society. I've been told that I'm weird, and all the people around me are weird. After, that person told me that all the people around HER are weird and not normal. I told her that if every single one around her is NOT NORMAL, maybe it's her not being normal. I know I'm acting sometimes not how she wants, and not how society accepts, and not that good, and maybe I like weird things, and act not like I shall for my age, but this in me. My preferencies make me a personalitiy. But just, think : what would be the point of humanity if every human being on this f earth will be the same. In my oppinion, the main thing that helped humanity to survive was the fact that people were different. Each of us is good at it's own thing, and if we focus at what we are god, we will evoluate, and become better. We change, somehow, our personalities conforming to the place where we live. We don't want to be the white crow and be excluded from the society, so we put on a mask, to look like "normal" people, eventhought we, ourselves, are not "normal". We hide the diamonds of our souls, deep inside. We burry them deep in our hearts. Sometimes , if we wear the mask for a way too long time, our treasure get's lost, and we can no longer find it. How many people, how many works of art, how many descoveries were lost because of society's "norms". The most of people ask for us to be real, but if we show ourselves, they start to hate, and try to remodelate us. It takes great courage to walk in this society and be yourself. In the bigging it might be even dangerous, but after people see and recognize that person as a personality, all their roads are open, all around the globe. We have to find ourselves, and respect ourselves. We have to destroy the masks, go against de flow, and impose the reality. People need to see and understand that we are not all the same and if a person is different from you, it does not mean that that person is not normal. Each human being has its ow standart of "normal', and the fact that your normal differs from an another's normal does not mean that YOUR normal is the only normal and everyone shall accept it. I can't stand people who think that they are the only important person and the only person who is right. Girl/boy/whoever - BE YOURSELF AND THIS WORLD WILL BE A WAY MORE RICH, beause nowadays we mostly meet fake people, with fake personalities and fake emotions.

Be real

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Thank you for tagging me, @randomramblingsbymyself

Rules: Tag 9 people with excellent taste

Colour(s) I’m Currently Wearing: grey pajamas, and a red blanket

Last Band I saw live: Fallout Boy at Jingleball last year. But my fave performance that night was Kesha.

Last song I listened to: Hallelujah by Lindsey Stirling. It’s on my list of potential skating songs. It’ll probably get rotated out soon, because I don’t think I’ll ever have the chance to do a Christmas themed program. But I do like the sound of it.

Chapstick or Lipstick: Both! My lips are continuously chapped because of the time I spend on the ice, and I’m constantly losing/forgetting my chapsticks everywhere, so I have a chapstick for every area of my life. Work, home, purse, and skate bag. I used to stay away from strong lip colors because I’m incredibly fair-skinned and they always seemed to stick out too much, but lately I’ve taken a leaf out of Miss Katie McGrath’s book and just started owning it. She’s right-- reds do look fabulous. 

Last Movie I watched: Jurassic World 2. What an absolute waste. I mean, I didn’t exactly have high hopes for it after the first one, but somehow I managed to come out of it feeling absolutely nothing. At least the last one I had some rage to work with.

Last 3 tv shows I watched: I’m going to assume that re-watches don’t count, since I tend to go back to the same favorites over and over again when I have the rare hour to kill. So if we’re talking new content, then...

1) Queer Eye. I cannot express how much love I have for these men and the positivity they’re putting out into the world. Now I just need a team of lesbians to come make me over and get me a girlfriend.

2) Camelot. I’ve been renting the discs from Netflix and I have to say it’s somehow worse than Merlin in terms of enjoyment. I mean, the story is a little stronger, but it’s just kind of boring? And I love Eva Green, but her turn as Morgan just lacks the nuance I expected. I don’t really know her motivation, and I’m not convinced she does either. Plus it’s hard for me to sympathize with someone who doesn’t have any genuine moments to speak of. Morgana was entirely genuine, even in her darkest moments, but Morgan is all performative subversion. I can officially say I prefer Katie McGrath’s interpretation to Eva Green’s.

3) Supergirl. This is actually the only show I watch live. Ever. Everything else is Netflix or disc.

Last YouTube Video I watched:  I think it was either a Moves in the Field Instructional video, or else that one video of a hummingbird trying to drink out of a man’s orange hunting cap (which I showed to my dad recently, because he freaking loves hummingbirds). 

3 Characters I Identify With:  

Okay, this one is tricky, because as a gay girl I never knew if I latched onto characters as a kid because I identified with her or because she was pretty. Even as an adult that line is mighty hazy. But I’ll do my best...

1) Maggie Sawyer. And not in a good way. How she initially reacted to Alex’s coming out and date invite felt really similar to how my first relationship ended, and I absolutely hated her because in this close resemblance, I was the Maggie, not the Alex. It was like holding up a mirror and I just wanted to scratch her eyes out for it. But in the end, that part of S2 prompted me to cllear the air with my ex and now we’re still good friends, so it ended up being a healing experience.

2) Keladry of Mindelan, from Tamora Pierce’s Tortall universe. Keladry was a girl out to prove herself, and went after her goals with single-minded purpose. That spoke to me in a deep way, as someone who gravitated to male-dominated environments where I felt constantly tested. And you know what? She showed every single one of her naysayers wrong, so the joke’s on them (and mine too).

3) Lena Luthor. This is one that really blurs the line between identification and infatuation. Beause on the surface, Lena and I have nothing in common. I’m not rich, I don’t run a company, and I’m not particularly smart. Clever, maybe, but the smarts got fried on my second heat stroke. Honestly the fair skin and dark hair is the closest overt similarity we share. Maybe I could count the work ethic and the tendency to jump into new things with both feet before I ever stop to think about the consequences. 

And yet the draw I feel towards her is more powerful than any other character on the show... including Alex during her gay awakening. 

I think part of it is that my understanding of Lena’s character has been significantly enhanced by fandom, and the stories that explore all the nasty things about myself that I see hints of onscreen. Her relationship with Lex, possible anxiety/depression... that sort of thing is something I accept about her, and as a result I accept it in myself. 

Books I’m Currently Reading:  I have been about a quarter of the way through The Lies of Locke Lamora for about 6 months, and I have no idea when I’ll ever get back to it. I want to, because it’s good, but with books like that I like to have time set aside so I can read in big chunks, and that’s simply a thing I don’t often have. Even fanfiction is hit or miss these days. Between two jobs and skating, it’s come down to an issue of “if I have time to read, I have time to write” and writing often takes precedence. 

I have an entire bookshelf of books to read though. They run the gamut in terms of genre, but are all equal in their status of “maybe next time.”

Tagging: @nerdyfancupcake, @flowellch, @missmisanthropic, @morallyconflictedcharacters, and any others who want to join in! It’s free to play.

[littlemissmitsukihorenake]

Who Killed Markiplier, summarized as sarcastically as possible

Because I want to feel happiness again after the pain that I was brought under by this damn live stream.

So there’s this guy.  His name is Mark.  He’s all sad and stuff because his wife decided to cheat on him and leave him for his best friend who looks almost exactly like him, (reasons are unknown.  Maybe she likes his adventerous spirit, maybe she’s into mustaches, I dunno, maybe Mark just hates occult shit).  That makes him all sad, as all cheating relationships do, and he decides to do it the way all rich and lonely people do it, by commiting suicide.  Of course.  He does it via knife stabbing beause it’s probably all poetic and shit, “bleeding to death because all the love and hope for humanity left him” and some stuff.

But the unfortunate problem is that the house doesn’t really like death.  It’s like anti-death or something.  So it sees the blood, thinks about how death is going to just RUIN the real estate, and promptly revives him back to life.  Unfortunately, it sucks, so he’s revived with one big stab wound in his gut.  This pissses him off, because he just wanted to die, so he does it again.  Denied.  Again.  Denied.  It’s like one big server failure, but every time you reload the game the bugs multiply.

So this ultimately pisses him off to no end and keeps doing whatever he can to die, then the house, annoyed by his shit, is like “dude, what the fuck, do I have to kick you out of the goddamn pool” and Mark is like “...no” and the house is like “bitch you’re deadman floating in it” and Mark would then be like “...yeah, that’s me.” and the house is getting all pissed because Mark at this point is just covered with death scars and stumbling aroundlike an idiot and at this point, the house is just sick of his emo shit.

So the house is like, “listen, how about instead of taking your aggression and sadness out on the pool, how about you direct that towards the people that ruined your life?  So much easier!” and Mark is like, “yeah, great idea!” , but like, this conversation takes place over the days that Mark is just throwing himself off of rooftops and shit, so the house is like “look, even if you get your revenge, you’re just gonna be bedridden for the rest of your life, so how about we just take the body of someone else?” and Mark is like “we can do that?!” and the house is like “I”m a house that’s talking to you, of course I can do that” and Mark is like “sure, let’s do it” and so they both decide in taking the body of the man who ruined Mark’s life the most.

“So how do we plan on doing that?” Mark asks.

“We let him kill you.” The house replies.

“Wait what, why?!”

“Look, I”m anti-death, but that doesn’t make me anti-murder.”

The party starts, Mark lures William into the basement and gets shot to death (because the house just somehow accepts murder instead of suicide because...I dunno, the house has problems).  But then just as Mark is going to take over William’s body, he just doesn’t want to do it...suddenly.  So the house is like “wtf, take him over already” and Mark is like “I don’t wanna” and the house is like “what, why?” and Mark is like “...I don’t want a mustache anymore.” “THE FUCK BRO, WE’VE BEEN PLANNING THIS FOR GOD KNOWS HOW LONG AND NOW YOU DON’T WANT TO DO THIS BECAUSE OF A MUSTACHE?”

So apparently, this debate happens for approximately 12 hours or some shit because by the time they agree to do anything, Celine the ex-wife shows up, and the house is like “well shit, now we can’t take over the body of William” “Bro, why not?” “Well, your ex-wife is here, and she’s somehow preventing you from going into his body.” “Well shit, I can’t get into a body now!” “WELL, NONE OF THIS WOULD BE HAPPENING IF YOU WEREN’T SO GODDAMN HESITANT ABOUT HIS FUCKING MUSTACHE.” and they keep debating for a good five or so hours or minutes or whatever time period the house decides to run under until the house is like “you know what, fuck it, why don’t we take the body of your mayor friend instead, so much easier and NO MUSTACHE” and Mark is like “great, why didn’t we do this before?!” and the house could roll all the eyes it had if it had any, but whatever, the plan’s set again.

So the plan is to apparently get Celine to get possessed by the house and then she’ll go murder Damien so that Mark can take his body and then run off before anyone else can see him.  And oh my god, he actually did it.  The house is finally relieved that he’s finally out of the house but then decides that it wants to get out as well, so they use Celine to give everyone the spooks but then decides that maybe it doesn’t wanna be a girl and throws the body into wegaewribgvlaieruafksjd-I dunno.  Apparently closing the door to a possessed chick somehow gets rid of the demon.  Some house this is.

Then Celine and Damien are like “okay, what the fuck happened” and they see the dead body of Mark in this space all covered with shit and the house is like “yeah, you’re trapped in my inner house forever, make yourselves comfy, we have Netflix” but it’s the 1950′s so they don’t know what the fuck Netflix is so they’re mad and want to get out.  Then Celine is like “oh my god, Mark has been dabbling in the occult for years” and the house is like “wtf, I didn’t say anything to her” and then Y/N shows up and Celine is like “hey, let’s go back to the outside world through your own body” and then they all leave and the house is like “wtf wait for me” so long story short you’re now in charge of the anti-death real estate so I hope you’ve been watching stocks recently.

[leesungjongg]

Fight My Way fangirl time~

But before I start, I just need to say that this drama was different than the other dramas I’ve watched... It wasn’t too dramatic, but more realistic in a way. I kind of thought it was boring at the start (and idk if I would’ve finished watching it if it weren’t for Seojoon and also the actress who played Seolhee) but as time went on, some parts of the drama kept me interested. 

hmmm... where should I start... (contains spoilers btw, if you havent finished watching it)

Choi Aera.

didn’t deserve all that heartbreak. that guy who was studying for school and cheated on her - you suck. also i hate you moobin, i actually gave you a chance, even tho u were kinda weird

and also finding out her landlady was her mom? ahhh... that’s a lot to take in, esp when she thought she wasn’t there for most of her life (she was... aera didn’t realize it, but still... it’s a lot)

breaking up with dongman for like 2 weeks or smth I CRIED dont do this to me, you guys have been through everything since forever.. i understood why aera didn’t want him to go through w/ fighting tho

not getting jobs for almost all the interviews she went for bc she didn’t have experience like how soul-crushing was that? 

Good things:

aera’s amazingly tough ability and strength to get her through her struggles, you go girl

knows how to stand up for herself and for her friends too, will protect her loved ones without hesitating

she’s got guts and now the glory because she’s an announcer AFTER ALL THIS TIME she finally got to be one im so proud :’) thanks to the person who hired her based on her skills and enthusiasm (everyone’s gotta start somewhere, right?)

finally realized her true feelings for dongman, who annoys her all the time but is always there for her (which she deserves)

friends with seolhee who has the most beautiful heart in the world

Go Dongman. 

needed guidance w/ relationships, how could he not see that he loved aera, when he’s been by her side for so many years

had enough sense to keep hyeran out of his life when she came back around

lost his senses whenever aera did something around him. this includes getting flustered around her but  also getting defensive and protecting her whenever she gets into a fight, and also lending her a shoulder to cry on

mostly a silly character but kept something inside of him for so long, 10 years to be exact

kim tak su. i hate you too. i hope u learn not to headbutt someone ever again. 

had a wonderful relationship with his dear coach, one of my favorite characters in the drama ilu coach jangho thank u for being there for dongman for 10 YEARS you are the true mvp

wanted to make his dreams come true too, but had to choose between aera and martial arts... chose martial arts... pls refer back to 1st bullet point 

then he chose aera after beating kim taksu thank goodness. after getting headbutted and temporarily losing his hearing!!  which is so terrifying, and he still wanted to fight after that... dedication

proposed in the middle of a boxing ring? oMFG WAIT SO AERA STILL GOT PROPOSED WITH A RING(??)

Baek Seolhee.

prettiest cherry blossom. i loved her wavy/curly hair, her pretty lips, her beautiful big eyes, her pink cheeks T_T i’d do anything for u seolhee, just ask 

i didn’t know she had a dream, but her dream was to be a MOM. A MOM. i didn’t even think for a second that could be anyone’s dream, but she proved me wrong.

seriously the purest person on the show, 100% an angel. she worked so hard and did things no one asked her to do but she did it solely beause she wanted to T_T im gonna go cry now

she didn’t deserve that heartbreak from jooman :(((

got stomped on by jooman’s mom/sisters, but jooman defended her every time

finally decided to do her own thing and not to live behind someone else’s shadow -> starting up her plum wine business, :’) i will support you in everything seolhee. i hope she becomes a mom in the future.

Kim Jooman.

tries his best to provide for his soon-to-be wife (of 6 years)

gets swayed by someone who is similar to seolhee when he first fell for her

seolhee is upset, but jooman doesn’t stop?

when seolhee finally breaks it off with him, he cries for days/weeks/months. serves u right.

called himself trash bc he knows how much he messed up. glad to know that he admits to what he did

does everything to bring her back to him, including getting hit by a sizzling hot piece of meat in order to protect her from getting injured. this is probably as dramatic as this drama can get

comes from rich family, but falls for the less rich girl (and can’t get over her, probably won’t ever marry anyone else if it’s not her)

takes time to rebuild relationship with seolhee after the breakup. will wait for her if she wants to date other men bc for him, it’s only her.

Overall, I wish there were more episodes. I am satisfied with the ending, but I want more on what they do in the future. Now that they have accomplished their dreams, what’s next? 

I loved their relationship with each other, and I also love how they all stayed friends since childhood, minus Jooman, who showed up 10 years later (but even so...). It was frustrating to see what Seolhee went through when Jooman kept going after the girl at his office, it was literally tearing Seolhee apart... after she broke up, then Jooman felt pain too. I’m glad Dongman and Aera got to do what they had always wanted to do, and I’m grateful that their parents had supported them alongside too (quietly, but the support was still there). I wonder if Seolhee ever became a mom, or if Jooman ever got a promotion? and got to give more to Seolhee (even if she preferred the small things). 

[keirametzbrassknuckles]

It makes me want to die when people write articles addressed to recent college grads/current students basically saying “it’s not all about the $$$$$$$$$ money uwu!!!!!!!!! FoLoW UUR dREAms!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! invest all your time and effort in creating Social Capital(tm)!!!!!!!!!!! Travvel the world!!!!!!!! DON”T get a JoB right AWAY b/c if U do UR GOnna be giving up on your DreAMS!!!!!!!!!!” 

like fuck you and your house and your trust fund and lack of debt fuck you and your high-horse and your ivory tower of financial and social security that allows you to tell people to not get a job (”b/c if you do your life will suck and you will die unfulfilled and sad” like.... I feel like my life will suck more if I don’t eat/become homeless beause I’ve been too busy “following my dreams” to make rent but that’s just me)

Generally these people are white, middle/upper class, philosophy or english majors with a trust fund and rich parents who got them through school without debt and paid for them to fuck about while they “followed their dreams”

ALSO Anyone who has the time and resources to write articles entitled “5 easy ways to follow your dreams/get your dream job directly out of college uwu!!!”  obviously has no idea how anyone lives or what reality looks like and they should probably re-examine their lives themselves because anyone who has actually achieved their dreams would be too busy doing that to write shitty articles 

[margothuxley]

The Dream

"Very often I hear or read of people who express their dreams for their lives. Many dreams are common among people: success, a house that's in a great neighborhood, a car - maybe one that's new and has a status emblem on the hood. Other dreams are also about success for their children, or loved ones, or dreams of good health or beating the Big C. Thre are dreams to travel abroad and get to know other cultures. There are dreams that are immediate. Like dreams to pay off debt, wih the lottery, have one's own business, make it big, marry the best person. Many dreams are built on good foundations. The foundations might include a good education, a job that's steady, a life free of addictive behaviors, being part of a faith community. These foundations most definitely are good stepping stones to achieving dreams. yet there are dreams that seem almost impossible because the foundations are not sound, Take for example the dream to become a citizen of a country. This dream is great especially for people who want to find good places toraise their children. To give their chidren a good chance at life. Better lives than where they were born. I think this is the dream that's a hard one for people these days to achieve. At this time in the US, the things that keep dreamers out of this goal include crime, poverty, addiction and the wrong friends. These foundations, if you can call them foundations, aren't good to base dreams on. While these 'foundations' are like the shifting sands in the Gospel that speaks of building a house on solid rock, one shouldn't feel dismayed that one can never achieve their dreams. I don't propose to give solutions to those whose dreams are built on shifting sands because everyone else's case is different. But I do propose to encourage all dreamers to pray for their dreams to come true. Dreams take time to come true. It's not the end of 'get rich quick' schemes. Like paying off enormous debt, the monthly submission of paymets can be all one need to do, plus avoiding the pitfalls of falling of the plan like spending again on credit. There's a lot to be said about patience as well. One of the virtues, patience can be the lifeline to a person who dreams. Who even dreams big. If one waits long enough, that dream goal may be attainable because of an unexpected blessing. God never said not to dream big dreams, He is,after all, the Source of ALL riches, the Source of Eternal Life. We are His Children, aren't we? Didn't He say: "Knock and you shall enter, Ask and you shall receive, Seek and you shall find?" Those who count themselves as God's children can count on asking God for their needs, and yes, even the big dreams. It's a great way to start the conversation. That conversation is Prayer. To pray, one an begin with a short invocation with any of the following: Come Holy Spirit, Come and help me, God. I place myself in Your Presence, O Lord. Be with me, Lord. One will find that as prayer deepends, God works in our lives and sees where you need to make changes. He intervenes and places opportunities in your path. He removes obstacles to your goals. In many cases, it's what might be called a process of conversion. You might find that your dreams change beause God gives you a better way of looking at things. And then the dreams are more meaningful when they come true. They are more meaningful to you because God made these just for you and your circumstanes." - Chapter Excerpt "The Dream" - Life Lessons:  Ruminations on Life as a Human on Earth, by Mary Faderan PhD

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[pennysalcedo]

“Words”.... Can Either “Make” Or “Break” A Person.”

**FOREWORDS: I am spilling this out here NOT to get sympathy, or loads of likes and emoticons. I am most especially NOT spilling this out here for attention. I am spilling this out here because I AM HURT. I AM SPILLING THIS OUT HERE BEAUSE I WOULD LIKE TO RAISE AWARENESS THAT WE OUGHT TO BE CAREFUL WITH WORDS TOWARDS OTHERS.

WE HAVE THE RESPONSIBILITY TOWARDS ONE ANOTHER TO GIVE MUTUAL RESPECT.

Cried my heart out, and yet my hardest cry tonight, to 2 good friends just now. And I thank the heavens for friends like them because they listen intently and respond and give advice in the most honest ways....

"WORDS".... Can either "Make" or "Break" A PERSON.

We should always be cautious on how to talk to others, be mindful of what to say. "It's just a joke"; IS NEVER AN EXCUSE. WE SHOULD HAVE THE INITIATIVE TO KNOW WHEN A FULL STOP MUST BE APPLIED. BE CONSIDERATE of other's feelings BEFORE saying anything at all.... In short,  RESPECT your fellow human being even with just WORDS through speaking.

Believe it or not, at present and for quite some time now, I AM A SILENT VICTIM OF VERBAL ABUSE and being VERBALLY BULLIED. And why I say I'm a "Victim"? Because, there are those who will just FREELY tell me to my face anything they just want to say HURTFULLY and I'VE NOT OR NOT EVEN DOING ANYTHING WRONG TO THEM. NOTHING AT ALL. Simple as that: THEY JUST FREELY SAY THINGS TO MY FACE. WITHOUT ANY CONSIDERATIONS. WITHOUT ANY REGARDS. WITHOUT ANY RESPECT.

I’VE NOT DOME THEM ANY WRONG. NOR HAVE I DONE ANYTHING TO TRIGGER THEM UNTO DOING SO TO ME. NOTHING AT ALL.

The funny thing is, on most times these verbal abuse and bullying has happened, I KEPT SILENT. And yes, I chose to, because sadly, I FELT I AM THE ONE TO GIVE CONSIDERATIONS. For whatever those considerations are, and for the sake of a certain someone I love the most, I CHOSE TO BE CONSIDERATE OF OTHER PEOPLE'S INCONSIDERATIONS OF MY VERY FEELINGS. Sadly, the ones who treats me like so are so-called "friends" I treat with outmost respect, and even love and concern. I mean, I may not be someone rich and wealthy, or anyone with any high-ranking title, but I can always carry around everywhere I go: I AM A VERY GOOD PERSON WITH A KIND HEART, LOVING NATURE AND I AM DEFINITELY SOMEONE TRUSTWORTHY AND CAN BE RELIED ON. Yes, these traits are MY RICHNESS AND WEALTH. THESE TRAITS ARE MY HIGH-RANKING TITLES.

From BODY-SHAMING ME IN PUBLIC, to commenting with MY ABILITIES to sing, up to MY VERY RELATIONSHIP WITH MY PARTNER --- I AM VERBALLY ABUSED AND BULLIED. And GOD KNOWS HOW MUCH I AM ABLE TO VERY CAPABLE TO ANSWER THEM BACK, BUT NO! I CHOOSE TO "HOLD ON" AND "TO UNDERSTAND THEM INSTEAD". And I just ought to keep silent for the benefit of not being TRASHED BACK AROUND in the end (coz, yes, THIS TOO, CAN HAPPEN!) inspite of falling the silent victim.

But tonight, I BROKE DOWN.... FINALLY, I BROKE DOWN. INTO MILLIONS BITS AND PIECES while I was on the phone spilling my heart out to my 2 trusted and reliable friends. I ameven crying right now as I compose this status. I am sobbing like a child right now asking, "WHY?".... Again, they say what they say in very HURTFUL WAYS, and they just blurt it out of the blue as if they have FREE PASSES TO JUST BREAK MY HEART.

THEIR WORDS BREAK ME EVERYTIME THEY SAY WHAT THEY WANT TO SAY, AND TONIGHT I REALLY BROKE DOWN. I am a s trong woman, yes, who can face any hardships and all, but sometimes STRONG CAN ONLY TAKE TOO MUCH. TONIGHT, I REALLY, FINALLY BROKE DOWN.😔💔💔💔💔

I am spilling this out here NOT to get sympathy, or loads of likes and emoticons. I am most especially NOT spilling this out here for attention. I am spilling this out here because I AM HURT. I AM SPILLING THIS OUT HERE BEAUSE I WOULD LIKE TO RAISE AWARENESS THAT WE OUGHT TO BE CAREFUL WITH WORDS TOWARDS OTHERS.

WE HAVE THE RESPONSIBILITY TOWARDS ONE ANOTHER TO GIVE MUTUAL RESPECT.

IF THERE'S NOTHING PLEASING, OR NICE, OR KIND YOU CAN SAY TOWARDS OTHERS --- STOP. AND JUST SIMPLY SHUT UP. NOT UNLESS YOU ARE BEING ASKED OR THERE'S ANY POSITIVE OUTCOME YOUR WORDS CAN RENDER.

Spilling my heart out tonight over the phone to my friends, I said out loud with so my pain in my feelings the words: "I THINK THEY WILL ALL BE HAPPY AND FINALLY KEEP TO SHUT THE FUCK UP IF I AM JUST GONE!".... Yes, I said these words and there was just AN ENORMOUS RUSH OF HURT FROM MY GUTS OUT TOWARDS MY HEART AND I CRIED OUT LOUD UN-CONTROLABLY....

THOSE PEOPLE HURT ME BIG TIME. THEY BROKE MY HEART BIG TIME. 😔💔💔💔💔💔

As tears still roll down my cheeks continuously, I gushed out saying; "LORD, please help me to just hold on! PLEASE LORD.... HELP ME TO JUST HOLD ON....!!" 😔💔💔💔💔