#because my landlord roommate wants me to constantly keep the house as clean as a hospital

[eldritchflapper]

Life is really not daijobu rn...

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University Days With Bakugou - Ch. 1 - "And They Were Roommates"

| Masterlist | University Days With Bakugou Masterlist | | Next (TBD) | ♡ Genre: Fluff ♡ Pairing: Bakugou x Fem!Reader ♡ Tags: University AU, Quirkless AU, aged up, situationship

Bakugou would rather die than live in a frat house. He wasn’t like Kirishima, he couldn’t stand the constant partying, sleeping around, and other nonsense that idiots around his age got involved with. That wasn’t how he was going to start off his precious university career.

So instead, Bakugou shopped around online for housing options, but no roommates really caught his eye. Nobody he found could meet his impossible standards. Not one person, until he saw you.

Immediately, he knew that this was gonna be a rough time.

Bakugou stood in your soon-to-be-shared small house, while you gave him a short tour around the place. He couldn’t pay attention to the tour. You were just so cute like he’d never seen before. And you were so affectionate and sweet and NOSY that he found it difficult to ignore you, especially when you constantly asked him about his housework routine or how his day went or whatever. It was like he was playing 20 Questions given how often you grilled him for small talk and cleaning plans.

Near the end of the short tour, you stopped by the entrance area and you leaned on one hip. “You’re really quiet, you know that?”

“Huh?” Bakugou wished he had a more clever comeback than that.

“Hello? Earth to Bakugou?” You waved your hand in front of his face and he winced. “Have you been spacing out for the past 10-20 minutes? 

Yes. 

“No. I got everything ya said.”

“Really?” You leaned against a wall. “So what did I say?”

Bakugou sighed. “Clean up after yourself, keep quiet after dark, trash is taken out on Sundays, don’t bring over hookups, alert each other in case of emergencies of suspicious activity–”

“So you really did get it!” You beamed at him.

“Of course I got it! Where did you think my mind was?!” 

Bakugou glared at you, but he didn’t really want an answer to his question, because the correct answer was, “You were thinking about me, right?”

“Maybe you were too busy thinking about me?” you asked, with a small smile. 

Bakugou froze. It’s like you could read minds. 

“Just kidding!” you said. “Who knows what goes on in that fluffy head of yours.”

His face turned pink. “Fluffy?! What–”

“Anyways…” You cut him off as you walked past him. “If you don’t have any other questions, I actually think the tour is over.” You stopped to lean on a couch in the living room. “But you can hang out a little bit if you want. You seem like good company, for such a hothead.”

“‘Hothead’,” Bakugou said, with a discerning frown. “I’m definitely NOT hotheaded. But… are ya sure you don’t mind me hanging around?”

“For a little longer, sure!” you said. “That’s how long my landlord would allow. If we’re gonna be living together, why don’t we get to know each other?” 

Bakugou gulped. Being totally inexperienced with romance, he had no idea how to possibly woo you over. Bakugou was a consummate professional at driving people away, and he prided himself on that. He could only impress you through his sheer skills alone.

“You’re telling me you don’t know who I am?” Bakugou asked, moving to lean on the couch beside you. “I’m fucking famous around my high school.”

“If you’re soooo famous why haven’t I heard of you?” You jutted out your chin at the boy. 

“I’m the fucking star of every sports game!” Bakugou snarled. He felt like he was screwing up every social interaction with you so far, and he sighed. “You gotta come to one of my games when we start playing again. That’s where I show people what I’m really made of.” 

“That sounds fun! You want me to be your little cheerleader?”

Bakugou really liked that idea. He could offer you a cheerleader uniform in your size, if you really wanted. But you were probably joking from your playful grin, and he wouldn’t push an idea like that without knowing for sure.

“Only if you’re willing,” he said, with a slight grin of his own. “But I won’t force ya. Still, you gotta come. You gotta.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll come! Wow, this seems so important to you. It’s so cute!” 

Cute? What did that mean? 

“Don’t call me cute.” Bakugou sneered at you from above. “Where do you get off complimenting random strangers like that? You’re the one that’s cute.”

“What?!” Your flustered reaction made it all worth calling you ‘cute’ to your face. “Bakugou, you’re so forward!”

“You just did the same to me.”

Your adorable eyes dangerously narrowed into slits. “You can try and pin the blame on me all you want, but it won’t work. Didn’t know my roommate would be such a Casanova…”

“It’s fucking true though!”

Bakugou couldn’t tell if he was winning or losing this conversation. All he knew was that his initial impression of you was totally correct: this was gonna be a rough time. 

But when Bakugou got home, he still contacted your landlord and immediately signed the lease.

(Not sure how long this series is gonna be but I've got at least 10 chapters in drafts at varying states of completion. I thought it'd be perfect to release this series now while I'm still a uni student. Look forward to it!)

[deregirls]

Ok since bitches wanna say I'm lying, here's everything my roommate has done:

Took a five day trip a bit after we moved. We were struggling to pay rent and they took the whole week off work. All they talked about was how they were going to have sex. I had to pay their part of rent so they could have a booty call. They are now frequently guilt tripping and shitting on my fiance and i for taking theme park trips. We have season passes and don't have to pay for hotels bc my fiance has friends near the parks.

FREQUENTLY bought useless shit while we were struggling. I recall one case where we were freaking out about rent for the month and they bought a 200 dollar vibrator. When we were trying to save after this move they got tattoo after tattoo. My fiance and I've had to cover their rent MANY times while they bought useless shit.

I ate a SINGLE BAG for their pizza rolls. I thought they were everyone's bc every bag we got before that was everyone. They verbally abused me over this, stole some things from me, and caused me to develop an eating disorder bc i was so fucking scared to eat thinking they might abuse me. I've lost 30 pounds because they couldn't just ask me to buy another fucking bag.

Constantly. CONSTANTLY, they would get snippy and mean with me. For no reason.

When we had food stamps, they would send us mile long lists of food. We usually spent more on them then the two of us combined. When we no longer qualified bc of my fiances job paying more and they had food stamps, they wouldn't buy us a thing. They kept everything they bought in their room and almost never shared.

They guilted us into getting a cat. We were only allowed 2 cats prior our lease and already had 2. The processed to never pay for food or litter, maybe bought toys once, never fed them, never cleaned out the litter boxes, never did anything. They were never home to play with him. When we asked them to stay and care for the cats for 3 DAYS so we could go on our anniversary trip, they complained. They did nothing for this cat. When we kicked them out, they wanted to keep him despite him being bonded to the other cats, not recognizing them, not moving well, and their boyfriend's family having aggressive cats and not believing in vet care.

After i went to the psych ward and got fired for it, i was very obviously EXTREMELY depressed. They judged and criticized me for not doing a whole lot. (Btw when my fiance was on a trip i did the dishes and packed some)

Speaking of that trip, my fiance asked them to stay home while they were gone bc i do not do well being home alone. They did not even once say HI to me. Even when i said hi first.

Has not helped with the move at all (which is insane since they gave me shit for not packing while so depressed i couldn't move and almost had to go to the psych ward again). WE had to move THEIR heavy stuff out of their room. While we were sweating and slaving, getting sick, nearly passing out, in so much pain we couldn't WALK, they were at work (i called off btw!!!) And then cozy at their boyfriend's house.

Claimed THEY don't feel safe/comfortable at home when THEY are the one who gave me an ED. They only don't feel safe bc i stand up for myself

They fake did. Plain and simple. They're faking. If they aren't, they're LYING about their alters role. They told my fiance their partner has sex with their little and when they said "uuhhh that's a a child" the alter magically changed to just being shy the next day. Ok.

We had a hearing a week or so ago bc our landlords screwed up, and my fiance and i (both disabled to the point of needing mobility aids) sat down before them. They scoffed and rolled their eyes.

They got mad when i invited my family over. While we were playing Jackbox they were clearly not having fun and brought down the mood. Also afterwards they sent a very aggressive text in the household GC.

When we were at Cedar Point, we rode a family ride with some kids that were...admittedly loud but they're KIDS. After we got off the ride, they said FAIRLY LOUDLY that they want to hit the kids.

There's. So much more but I'm too fucking tired and I'm almost home from work.

[prose-for-hire]

UC Sunnyhell: Part Two

Hell is a place on Earth

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Pairing: Spike x reader

Request: College AU where Spike is the campus bad boy who secretly is a softie that writes poems and reader is the new transfer who just moved into Spike's apartment since it was the only available room on campus (no one wants to willingly live with Spike). Spike constantly having one night stands over, reader always trying to study. Things appear to go from bad to worse.

Originally requested by: @sunflower-stan​ 

Other tag: @fictionalhoomanofnowhere

Warning: Sex references. Swearing.

The first semester had been and gone by this point. You were settling into life at UC Sunnydale, found your friendship group in Buffy and the others. But one thing you still weren’t accustomed to, was living with Spike. He was hard to get along with at the best of times but living with him was a whole different thing.

He appeared to stay up most of the night and sleep well into the afternoon. He played loud punk music almost every waking hour and he smoked like a chimney. He never appeared to listen to a word you said and he pretty much did the opposite from whatever you said or thought anyway.

It was becoming really hard to live with him. Especially when he seemed to do everything he could to make you want to move out. He found it easier to live alone. To hide in the depths of what he knew than

Because of your current living situation you had started to branch out and pursue some of your interests. It beat staying in all the time and you really wanted to find someone that you could relate to.

You were a fan of musicals and the theatre. Poetry and literature. You liked reading and the way a writer could weave such intricate feelings. Scenes and spoken word able to explain your own feelings better than you ever could.

Your new friends didn’t really share your enthusiasm – even Willow was more into science and computers. Although your friend group were kind enough to listen to the way you spoke about your interests. They certainly didn’t make you feel bad about expressing your passions. But they just didn’t share your love and so you began to try to search out people that you could connect with. On some kind of deeper level.

You had been frequenting different bars that held open mic nights. Watching plays and listening to monologues. Letting the intricate wordplay wash over you. It could make you feel so many emotions. So many feelings were conjured.

Your favourite were the open mic nights. You pretty much never got up yourself, you usually would just listen. You were working yourself up to performing something of your own. You wrote things too it was just a matter of working on your performing skills. You were thinking of joining the clubs, maybe to improve your confidence in your writing. In your performing.

You walked back home from a play you had watched (and cried at) to find Spike sat there scribbling something. It was the first time you had ever seen him actually writing or appearing to do any work.

You were about to make a snide comment about it and then he noticed your presence. He almost jumped five feet in the air in surprise. He then hid the notebook behind his back and immediately got up to leave now you had returned. He left muttering something about you being a nosy bitch.

Spike had taken the opportunity, while he finally had time where he felt comfortable since you had actually left the house for once to write. This was something he didn’t like people knowing about. He wiped his eye as he stormed away. Hoping to God you hadn’t seen that. He couldn’t bear you knowing him that way. Laughing.

It was Friday evening and you had some friends over. There was a sudden knock at the front door. Spike had taken a baseball bat from his room and held it up as if he was ready to swing it.

Willow and Buffy’s eyes bulged at the object in his hand as they peaked from your bedroom doorway. Buffy was pleased they had convinced you to come to self-defence class now.

He walked slowly to the door, meeting you in the hallway skipping happily past him. He grabbed you back looking at you as if you were mad. He was expecting debt collectors. Again.

“Spike, it’s the pizza guy” You moved your shoulder from him before carrying on back to the door with the dollars in your hand, “What is wrong with you?” you muttered.

He scowled, jaw tensing as Buffy and Willow giggled at the way he had been so tense and he stormed away smacking the edge of the bat against the wall in his frustration. Leaving a small hole there.

You brought the pizzas back into your room (so you didn’t have to face spike again) and shared them out with your friends.

After you finished your meal and managed to calm yourselves down from whatever had just happened, talk of course turned back to Spike.

“So how is it… y’know…” Willow asked before mouthing “with Spike”. You hadn’t realised how much built up rage you had inside until you launched into your conversation.

“Well, I can tell you that Hell really is a place on Earth”

“That bad?”

“I can’t believe I’m stuck with him – if I even breath in his direction he has a problem with it!”

“Yeah, he’s always been a complete pig. Some people are just born evil” Buffy shrugged.

“Buffy! He’s not evil! He’s just… mean spirited”

“In the most evil way” Buffy added. She had never liked Spike. He was cruel and treated her as if she was dumb just because she was in a sorority and enjoyed cheerleading.

What you and the two girls didn’t realise, was that Spike was eavesdropping. You had all been laughing really loud and he was about to take his chance to kick Buffy and her little loser friend out. Until he found he was interested to hear what you all had to say about him.

You groaned, thinking about the way things had been. You needed to vent. So, you took the chance while you were in the company of your now closest friends.

“He’s inconsiderate and rude and also I’m pretty sure he never washes his clothes... but he always smells good. Weird”

“Totally weird”

“Well, we did like, warn you”

“And oh my God! He walks around naked all the time! There’s always some stranger he’s brought home and they are always so loud! He never studies and the plates are always piled high in the kitchen! It’s disgusting – he’s disgusting!”

“He’s always been so arrogant and gross”

“Hey, don’t wig, next year we can find a place. The four of us – right Buffy?” Willow offered, including her girlfriend. She comforted you as you caught your breath from your outburst. Willow rested her hand on your shoulder to reassure you.

“Really?” You asked with a smile as Buffy nodded. She was going to move out from her sorority so she wasn’t distracted for her last year she had already decided.

“Don’t worry, y/n. We’ll keep you sane” Buffy insisted.

Spike scoffed. The way Buffy acted as if she was saving you from him. As if he was a fate worse than death. You angered him. The way you had determined his character over a few fleeting conversations. The gossip your silly little friends told you.

You became enemy number one. Even more so than you had been before. He hated gossip and the way people would laugh behind his back. You reminded him of this every time he looked at you now, not that you knew this.

The annoyance for the other just kept growing. Yours had originally been fuelled by your friends rumours, but his actions were now getting worse. Spike was seething at your dismissive tone against your character. He didn’t even want a roommate, he only agreed the landlord to put the room up so he didn’t put up the rent again.

So he decided to try and make you leave. Properly this time. He didn’t care anymore, you reminded him of everyone out there. Everyone that he hid himself away from. Distanced himself from.

The tension rose uncomfortably. He was more rude. More gross. And he made sure to do everything he knew that he could to annoy you. It was petty, he knew it, but he knew it would get a rise out of you.

One afternoon, you had been scraping off some congealed red liquid that you had been concerned was blood. He hung out with a weird crowd, you only hoped some poor thing hadn’t been exploded in there. Although, upon further inspection it appeared to be tomato soup. But you would probably embellish the story a little to your friends.

You washed your hands and scowled at him. He had moved to lean against the doorway and just watch you clean.

“God, Spike, you’re so lazy”

“’Scuse me?”

“You don’t clean, you don’t study – what exactly do you do with your life?”

He was affronted by this. By the way you spoke to him. How he felt like you acted like you were better than him. In your frustration you didn’t care what he thought. He just didn’t care. You were trying to live your life.

He could hear Buffy or even Angel’s voice through your own. The way they had always berated him.

“And what? I should be like you? You’re not exactly making a proper go of it are you? Haven’t seen you do much of anything ‘cept follow them brainless bints around the shop. When you’re not doing that you sit in your room as life passes you by, livin’ through your little Musical shows rather than living in the real world - You’re boring. You’ll live your pathetic little life, stuck in your lame little ways until you die”

“Spike-”

“You’re all the same! You and your preppy little band of misfits looking down your noses at everyone and yet you can’t see the obvious, can you? You’re so bored with your pathetic, frigid little lives that you have to make it my bloody problem!”

You decided, seeing as that’s how he viewed you that you would treat him exactly like that. Like he treated you. Things got worse.

He started to invite people over all the time. You would call it a party but there was nothing celebratory about it. You were confined to your room most of the time as they all laughed and screamed along to their music. They were always drinking and playing music no matter what time of the day you saw them.

You usually avoided them, locking your door, but you had needed to slip out of your room for a moment.

“Who’s this?” One of the guests pointed you out as you tried to make it to the bathroom without anybody noticing you. Now everyone’s eyes were on you.

“Oh don’t mind them, they’re just for show hasn’t had an original thought their entire life” Spike shrugged.

“Aw, no, Spike. Another mindless automaton” One of his friends spoke up and he laughed. It was a cold laugh, there was no humour in it.

“Do you, like, want to-”

“Don’t, love. They’re nobody” Spike stopped the blonde girl from speaking to you more kindly than the rest. They all laughed at this and began to tease you.

You left, slamming the door and you heard them laughing, jeering at you for your reaction. It made tears sting the back of your eyes. You collected yourself, shrugging on your jacket. You walked to a place you knew you would be welcome.

You knew that you weren’t going to get on. But this was getting out of hand. You hated him. Hated the way he treated you. The way he judged you, despite him knowing exactly how that feels.

As you thought this, he appeared to be thinking the same thing. Which made Spike scoff and frown. Was he really better than any of the people he hated? He shook that thought away. Downing his beer and looking for another rather than reflect.

You had called Buffy on your way over and she had been quick to contact the entire group to tell them there had been a major incident. Everyone piled around to her dorm room so that they could support you. You had sounded upset on the phone.

You explained everything that had happened and they all comforted you the best that they could. Xander then showed you the stack of films he had brought to try to cheer you up. He had even found some Musicals just for you.

Buffy explained that she had called Angel but he says he’s sorry but he’s busy right now. Buffy appeared disappointed and when you asked her about it she explained. They used to date when they were seniors in college but they had broken up despite still both having feelings for each other.

She explained it had seemed the right thing to do at the time, but now she wished they were back together. You insisted that you would make it your mission to help them get back together which made Buffy grin at you. She really did value your friendship.

As the night wore on your friends began to discuss the idea of you taking your revenge on Spike. It had made you laugh as they suggested ridiculous pranks and ideas that wouldn’t bother him at all. But then they began to take it more seriously. Insisting that you should get even.

You said you weren’t sure. And left it at that. But they thought you had better do something or he wouldn’t stop.

You eventually went back to a trashed house after staying for the weekend with Buffy. You stared at the mess. Maybe you would have to do something.

It had been unusually quiet the few days prior and you should have known better than to hope he had stopped. You had heard a girl, one of Spike’s partners that came around more than most (Harmony but her sex noises were nothing close to harmonious). She explained that if they were to have a threesome it would have to be boy-boy-girl. Apparently, neither of them had been able to swing Charlize Theron.

You had overheard this conversation over breakfast one morning on. A rare occasion they were both awake (they hadn’t gone to sleep yet). You had immediately spat out your food in disgust of their blunt discussion.

It had been perhaps in slight exaggeration but you felt like you were allowed. You were fine with people having sex and having fun but you really didn’t want to have to hear about it over your breakfast. They could have at least let you rub the sleep from your eyes first.

He had scoffed at you at the time and now he had set this up seemingly just to rub you up the wrong way. As opposed to the right ways he was rubbing his partners.

He tried to push the thought down that this had been solely planned because of you. With you in mind. To get a reaction from you. Because that would start him questioning his intentions. His actions. How you made him so angry it was now near obsessive.

So, it appeared they had finally agreed on the logistics of it. And were now giving you a live audio performance. On some random Thursday afternoon just as you had settled down to study.

You swore they were doing it on purpose. Being as loud as possible just to get a rise out of you.

You pounded on the door. You could smell sex from where you were stood out on the landing. He opened the door and stale cigarette smoke appeared to pour out of the room with him. He had opened the door almost immediately. As if he had been waiting.

“Spike!”

“Problem, pet?”

“I don’t care that you’re having sex, the walls are just so thin – I have an exam coming up can you just be quiet? Or go to one of your, uh, friends’ houses…”

“Mm, someone’s jealous”

“I’m not-”

“Just ‘cause you’re not bloody gettin’ any” He prodded before he thought about it a moment, changing tac, “Oh no. I know what this is… You want me, you need me…” He teased, knowing it would make you flustered.

“I just- I just want to-”

“If you wanted a taste all you had to do was ask” He smirked, moving his hips slightly and moving his head smugly along with his words. Drawing your attention to his naked form. The people in his bed were calling him back and you were just staring at each other. All he was wearing was a single silver chain around his neck. He was attractive, you couldn’t deny this and he knew it too. 

You were both furious at each other. Silently trying to gain the upper hand.

“You’re a pig, Spike!” You suddenly screamed, stepping towards him angrily. Which made him smile and just close the door in your face. That was what he had wanted. To get such a big emotional response from you.

You were so angry you threw one of your precious book at his now slammed shut door. He winced at the name you had used, one often used against him by people like Buffy. She even managed to get to him in his own home. You angered him. You angered him.

But he turned back and the noises started up again and you knew for sure that they were doing it on purpose now. It was getting louder and louder. He couldn’t be that fucking good, you were sure of it.

You ran into your room and rummaged through the stack of CDs you had brought with you, selecting the perfect accompaniment. The soundtrack from your favourite musical. You turned the volume up fully and let the entire score play out.

You never wanted to see his stupid smug face again.

[lonelyshrimp]

What happened with your roomies if you don’t mind me asking...?

 Yknow what I’m in a mood and they don’t know my tumblr (haha they think I’m a cisstraight girl lol) so let’s get into some shit. Imma put everything under a read more bc imma rant a bit and this is gonna get long.

TW: food, unsanitary (general things not being kept clean, typically bathroom and kitchen related), drug use, fighting, slurs

tl;dr if you dont feel like reading this beast:

They steal what food i dare leave out in the kitchen rather tan keep in my room

They slam doors excessively, fight, yell horrible things to each other, have friends over yelling at like 2 am (last night for example)

Leave the doors unlocked and open?? We cant even lock the front door anymore??? (Dw the doors to our rooms all have locks. If I’m in my room or out of the house, my door is locked)

Constantly throw around the r slur. Like. All the time. Including one person having called me it. Y i k e s

One person keeps smoking in the house even though i’ve asked numerous times (and even have a note on my door) asking people to please smoke outside, it gives me headaches. You are physically hurting me stop.

Don’t Clean Anything. The kitchen is a wreck. The toilets are constantly clogging, I Am In Hell.

For context: the house is a one story house divided into a main floor and finished basement. It’s a rooming house and the basement is largely seperate from upstairs. (They have a kitchen door that they keep closed and locked.) The stairs to the basement are split into two smaller flights, with a landing in between the floors. That’s where the side door is. The public spaces upstairs are the kitchen (connects to stairs), the hallway, and the two bathrooms (big main one, tiny water closet by the front door). The rest of the upstairs is split into five rooms. For comprehension sake, we’ll call my roommates: The Couple (M&F), A, T, and J.

Mmkay lets start with the least egregious and move our way up, shall we? Theft! Of anything and everything! No one can have anything out in the public areas if they actually care about it. It. Will. Get. Stolen. Now, I have a mini fridge and the second biggest room here, so I’m lucky in that 99% of my groceries, as well as all my other belongings, fit in my room. There’s just a wee problem: I don’t have a freezer. Not to fear, past naïve me thought, I’ll just clean out and use the locked freezer since I still have the keys for that fridge! (We have two fridges and food theft was a problem beforehand and so me and my friend who lived here cleaned out the second fridge to use as our own and kept it locked.) I decided to do this after I had bought myself some ice cream, wrote my name on the top, and put it in the main freezer. I go to have some ice cream later that week, I open the tub for the first time (as in I removed the seal holding the lid onto the tub) to find that someone eaten half the tub of ice cream while making it seem like it hadn’t been opened. I know it happened at home bc the spoon marks were clear as day and I have to walk 20 minutes back from the grocery store. That woulda melted by then (Also I would’ve noticed at the store that. The tub was hella lopsided??? And way too light???) So yea of course I’m ticked now, I spent 6 bucks on that bro like just ask or get ur own??? So I put it the other freezer, and for a while it’s fine. Next month I decide to treat myself to some frozen waffles and some chicken strips and come home to find that the hinges holding the locks onto the doors of the fridge were torn out of the fridge/freezer doors. Like. The screws were pried outta this metal door rendering the locks completely useless (to the point i wouldn’t even be able to put the hinges back on.) And the cherry on top?? My ice cream was gone!!! Hope u enjoyed it, asshole. So whatever. Fine. I put my food away and. a week later?? Im like “Man i could go for some waffles rn”. I bought 2 8 packs. One chocolate chip, one cinnamon (y’all i literally buy the cheapest ones Zehrs sells. 2,19$ a box y’all. not even eggos). Surprise surprise!! The entire box of choccy chip ones GONE. Mind u, i wrote my name on all of these boxes, as well as a very large “DO NOT EAT”. so i begrudgingly had a couple (note that, 2) cinnamon waffles and move on. A couple days later I go to have some more and. The waffles are completely gone. Out of a total of 16 waffles, ya boy got a solid 2. (It’s worth noting that there was a single waffle left, but at 0,27$ a waffle, I didn’t mind leaving the box on the table with a note basically reading “these are cheap af, buy ur own bitch”.) (I didn’t swear that much tho)

I’d add the bike to the list but i can’t confirm nor deny that one of my roommates stole my tires and seat off my bike (although M does work on bikes all the time so man idk.)

Next up: wow people here are l o u d. I’m talking slamming doors all the time, slamming things around, yelling, playing music wildly loud. It’s awful. Like. You can just. Close the door quietly? Stop slamming things around please? It’s awful because loud sudden noises make me panic and lemme tell ya, wakin up at eight am bc your a-hole roommate decided to slam the door eight times bc the front door is broken because someone took the border around the jamb off instead of fixing it so we can actually?? lock that door?? because it doesnt quite fit in the jamb and so the only wat to lock it was the chain lock and. someone took that too so thats fun :)))))). The side door isn’t that much better. We have a code lock and. No One Ever Locks It. Like. I’ll come outta room and?? It’s just open????? Close the door???????????

The worst, however, is the fucking fighting. The Couple love to argue all the time. and yell at each other and slam the doors or smashing shit and they yell pretty awful things to each other. Like. I’ve heard M call his gf some awful shit. It’s worse when they have people over too. The other day there were like. 14 cops in here bc of them at like 2 am. Cue me, 2 am, trying to watch a livestream and seeing like??? Six cop cars pull up????? Wh a t????? Not fun not good for my brain.

God and. What is with everyone and the r slur??? Like what?? there are so many words you can choose stop using that word. Like okay the other night someone?? took the dc adapter for the wireless modem and one of the dudes downstairs as well as the couple were looking to see if they had a compatible dc adapter and so i just decided to wait?? and i just spaced out a bit okay whatever i was lookin at the wall like i do and fuckin. the couple had a couple friends over and one of em was chillin between the kitchen and the hall and M yells out from his room “Hey don’t you feel weird with this creepy ass bitch standing next to you? Like what is she, m*ntally r*tarded?” like wow okay dude i’m literally not doing anything. Luckily his friends reaction was basically “?? She lives here?? She can stand there if she wants??” (wow referring to myself as she feels weird and wrong).

A big problem I have is I feel like theres a community in this house that I just don’t fit into? Part of it is I’m like. the only person here who doesn’t do drugs of any kind?? Like I have nothing against ppl who use drugs like whatever bro, but it feels super othering to me when i can’t relate to anyone here because of it. That and. Getting T in particular but really just anyone but A to respect me asking that if you’re going to smoke anything to do it outside because weed and to a lesser extent cigarette smoke trigger my sensory disorder and causes me pain and causes sensory overload and I still find myself asking people to smoke outside.Like I’ve never been unreasonable and said “no drugs in the house” or some bs. I’m just asking u to respect my disability thanks.And like?? I’ll get into this in a second but there were needles in the toilet?? Bro throw them out properly.

And now: Hell.

Can no one clean up after themselves?? Do your dishes. If theres food left on your plate, throw it out first, don’t dump it in the sink. Seriously the kitchen sink is fucked. The kitchen is gross. The microwave ugh ugh ugh no thanks. No one can clean everything. This is why all my cookware and dishes are in my room. That way I can make sure I 1) Still Own It and 2) Its clean and usable. I clean them as I go and just use my own shit.

Nothing compares to the bathrooms, though. It seems like every other day one of the toilets are clogged. Last week there were spoons in the sink?? Like at least 10 spoons. In the bathroom sink. The floor is dirty because no one owns a mop and?? there was one in the kitchen?? I haven’t seen it in like a month. And the worst of all. Okay, it’s really bad when every one up here is between like. 16 and 19 I think? And I had to put up a sign in the bathroom asking people to flush when you’re done??? And I still have to flush before I can use the washroom???? And it feels like every week or so. The toilet’s clogged. Oh! I forgot to mention that the water closet doesn’t even have a doorknob anymore. Someone took it. But wait, it gets worse. Seriously if extremely unsanitary things bother u, stop reading now.

Twice in the past month I’ve had to contact the landlord because the toilets were beyond clogged. The first time was bad but oh lord nothing compares to the second time (aka last week). The first time was your pretty standard toilet clogs and backs up and its very gross. I contacted the landlord and it was fixed the next day and it was fine. For. Two Days. Im serious. See. People here have a real issue it seems of “The person before me didn’t flush so neither will I”, leading to a toilet bowl full of like. a half a roll of toilet paper and waste. F u n. What that led to was the toilet clogging, people not doing anything about it, and continuing to use it. Eventually the toilet bowl was full, so trow a shopping bag over the lid to mark the toilet as “Out of order” and move on to the other one.Both toilets were completely unusable. I emailed the landlord and i don’t know if either they or one of the people living here contacted them, but the old landlord and old property manager were here the other day to clean them out and fix them?? and yea among all the standard waste you’d expect in a toilet, there were needles? Like buddy theres a trash can right there? I know u had the needle caps bc they were in there too. just... disgusting...

bro this is just what i can think of off the top of my head i know theres more but oh no this is so long now. just. this is a lot more detail than u wanted but i wanted to get this out of my brain??

[blind3dbylight]

Adventures in pest control: FINAL BATTLE

This time, I tell my horror stories about the worst little blood-feeders I have ever had the displeasure of dealing with: bed bugs. These little fuckers have given me numerous headaches in the three years I’ve worked in pest control, and I’ve killed thousands of the wretched little things. If they get good and dug in, they will get into fucking anything--wood, electronics, you own it, they’ll get into it, and it can take months before they are finally put down for good. They are some of the most elusive insects in this business and I hate them with nearly every fiber of my being.

So here’s some stories. Sleep tight!

Light vs. Bed Bugs: ROUND ONE

This was roughly 2.5 years ago, shortly after I got hired on full time.

It’s a six-unit apartment building. First apartment I walked into already nearly floored me--there were already thousands of dead bugs scattered everywhere. Sinks, bathtub, floors, I mean fucking everywhere from when we did the initial setup. I thankfully didn’t find any live ones, but goddamn--what happened here?

I only went back once after that, but the landlord was kind of a dick and was super picky about everything.

Light vs. Bed Bugs: ROUND TWO

This was around a year or two ago. I’d run that route for about a year before transferring to my current branch.

This is a set of buildings owned by one guy. Remember that town I said I wanted to forget? These fucking buildings are why. Half the time it wasn’t the landlord, it was the tenants being uncooperative. They never prepped properly and so there was always only so much I could do--and we were going back to every one of the buildings constantly. I wasted a lot of time trying to get the tenants to lift a goddamn finger without being a dick about it, and they always ended up with more bugs.

One building in particular took the cake. It was a nine or so unit building, and this one apartment had the little fuckers all the way up to the false ceiling. There were fecal spots all in the slats of the wall paneling, cast skins everywhere (bed bugs will molt as they grow through their nymphal stages), and everywhere I looked I seemed to just find more of the fuckers. I ended up going absolutely nuts with liquid crack-and-crevice, and blasting them with aerosol on sight. I almost single-handedly got them under control, though my former SM did go along with me occasionally to lend a hand.

But this wasn’t even the worst of it.

Light vs. Bed Bugs: ROUND THREE

This was a year and a half ago.

It’s another apartment building, kind of tucked out of the way near a school and some other small businesses. This is another case of “...something terrible has happened here”.

The tenant was apparently a bit troubled as it was, but when I got in, it was like a fucking bed bug death bomb had gone off. There were, again, thousands of dead bugs and cast skins littered everywhere--primarily under the bed, which had so much fecal spotting on it it was like large stains on the damn bed. All I could think was “how much fucking material did we basically dump into this place???” As with round one, I didn’t find anything live there and it was the result of the initial round of treatments, but goddamn.

Light vs. Bed Bugs: ROUND FOUR A CHALLENGER APPEARS !!

This was somewhat recent, within the past year: and it involves TWO different species.

It’s a large apartment building, middle of the town it was in. I was to go to the top floor left, where I was warned by the property manager that the tenant was a little old lady who wasn’t really all there.

Walking in, the first thing I noticed were our old pals, German roaches, in the kitchen. She didn’t really clean well, so not surprising that they were thriving in there.

That wasn’t the worst part. This woman’s bed was not only loaded with bed bugs--it had the fucking roaches living in it too. Bed bugs and roaches all living in the fucking bed at once. It’s one of the few times I’ve ever wanted so badly to loudly exclaim, “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST”.

A quick roach lesson. Many species of cockroach, German roaches included, will actually prey on bed bugs occasionally. So what was likely going on here is that the bed bugs would feed on the tenant in her sleep--and then the roaches would feast on the bed bugs. Turtles all the way down.

She also got them spread to other units because she wouldn’t properly bag up her clothes and linens--I found the fuckers in the hallways because of this. Bed bugs won’t go too far away from where they feed on you, so I knew her dragging stuff around and not bagging things up right were why they were there.

Needless to say, this apartment building was quite a battle. But we got them under control eventually.

The property manager turned out to be one cool lady around my age and we’re still friends to this day. Almost dated her, actually.

Light vs. Bed Bugs: ROUND FIVE

This ran for a solid year and lasted until one final throwdown a year ago, prior to my transfer to my current branch.

This was a three-story apartment building that had been dealing with bed bugs in all three units. The top and bottom floors weren’t nearly as bad as the middle, which had a moderate level of activity.

That wasn’t the problem, though. The problem was that nobody could figure out where the hell they were travelling through or how they just kept coming back time and again.

This account was one of the most difficult I have ever been to, because I had to go back weekly just to be able to keep up with the fucking things. The upper tenants were also always loud and rude about it, though they would calm down when things were quiet.

But the bed bugs were persistent little fuckers and they’d just start showing up coming out of any stupid little crevice around the kitchen and bathroom areas in this and the bottom floor. The second floor would have em in their furniture because they either weren’t keeping an eye on them or since they didn’t have bed frames. They were lazy with prep too.

This went on for months, and I often had to go quite a bit out of my way to accommodate it, sometimes driving an hour from the main town I was in (the shithole I hated so much) to go do this one account, then an hour back to go try to finish up. I was miserable just from this one fucking account.

Eventually, our technical manager (and all around sharp motherfucker--nothing, and I do mean nothing, gets past this guy) took notice. I learned from reading the notes on the account one day that he saw my SM and I were on top of it, but that we’d been doing this for quite a while and still couldn’t get them out. He offered to send another guy from technical to help us get a third set of eyes on the issue and try to get more insight as to how the fuckers were still there.

And it was a fucking throwdown. Myself, my SM, the residential SM, and the technical guy all showed up, ready to fucking throw pest control hands with these little cocksuckers. We finally were able to remove a wall panel that led into the plumbing of the bathrooms--which I should mention connected all three units.

The little fuckers had been hiding in there the whole time, and had overwintered there. As it was newly spring at that time, they were out and moving again. We slammed them with everything we had in one big three-hour slugfest. Liquid, dust, aerosol, nothing was sacred at that point.

It paid off. After I transferred, I was later told by the guy who now services that account that our throwdown was the turning point. Activity had dropped severely after that until finally, they were gone. That account was the one that truly taught my just how tenacious bed bugs are.

But we have one more fight in store.

Light vs. Bed Bugs: A FINALE CHAOTIC

This one is quite recent--and a bit personal. Yes, the pest control guy got bed bugs in his own home. You can understand why this would strike a nerve.

When I moved into my current place, not a couple weeks in, my roommates and I noticed we were finding ourselves insect bitten. I immediately knew to start searching for the wee blood suckers, and sure enough, I found em. One of my roommates caught a sample of them and that’s how I knew something was fucked up. I’m still thinking they were here before we moved in, and the previous tenants had them and just never told my landlord about them. That happens quite frequently--people get afraid they’ll get evicted or something for it, when all they had to do was tell the landlord they needed to have things treated.

A bed bug lesson. If bed bugs are present, but there is nothing for them to feed on, they will enter a dormant state where they don’t really move, but are still alive in a low-energy state. They can stay like this for up to a year or until something starts residing where they are.

Well, we were that something. They had to have been bad here, because I was finding them already getting into everything. I’d find them on my desk, and even once in my tablet case. Strangely, they never got into my laptop, and considering I had my laptop all taken apart just earlier tonight, I would have found them if they did.

Anyway, we decided let’s just keep our cool and let the landlord know. He had either another company or an in-house treatment done two months in a row, in June and July.

It wasn’t enough. We were still finding them, and since whoever did the treatments hadn’t been doing bi-weekly follow ups (as my company would have done), I was doing it myself with liquid crack-and-crevice.

It was still not enough--my roommates haven’t complained, but I was still seeing them periodically. The little fuckers had to have been dug in good, because I regularly found them in several cracks in the floorboards--not surprising, as this is an older building.

I decided to take matters into my own hands and do things the way I damn well KNOW THEY OUGHT TO BE DONE. I put Arya and her food/water/litter out of the room, shut the door, and went to fucking town. I mean every single stupid little crack and crevice got fucking flooded with material. I watch several bugs writhe and die in the shit. I blasted them with aerosol on fucking sight. I was going to show these six-legged dickheads that I was not to be fucked with. I found I was able, by the product labels, to use the trick of tank-mixing traditional insecticide concentrate with the IGR from before, giving me more of an edge in getting ahead of their ability to breed. Eventually I started seeing almost no nymphs and all adults. Suffer not a bed bug to live.

I am 99.9% sure they’re gone now, but I’ve been doing weekly liquid runs in here until I can be 110% sure that they are fucking gone forever. And they WILL stay the fuck out, or be annihilated.

You blood sucking bastards fucked with the wrong dude.

[storytimeafterdark]

Taking A Chance

Jackson Currey & Travis Maxwell were pool cleaners for the top pool cleaning company in the White Rock valley. Constantly booked with clients, the guys enjoyed their work & meeting all sorts of people. Their favorite client Randy Broadwell always gave them big tips for their service & one day, he invited them to come over for a barbecue after work. Jackson & Travis had a secret they were keeping from Randy, however; the guys are a gay couple & once when Randy was out of town for work, Jackson & Travis cleaned his pool & had sex in Randy’s back yard. 

It all started one afternoon when the guys were finishing their usual Friday route at Randy’s house. Travis took his shirt off & that got Jackson very turned on. Jackson kissed his man. Travis said, “Jackson, not now, Wait until we’re done. What if someone sees us?” “Randy left us a note, remember...plus the house next door to his is vacant right now. Nobody is around”, Jackson answered, unzipping Travis’s shorts & sliding his hand inside, feeling Travis’s penis. Travis knew it turned his boyfriend on when he went commando & Travis himself loved the feel. “Okay, fine. But this is the only time this will happen here. We don’t need to lose our jobs over this”, Travis said & took his shorts off. He undressed Jackson & fondled Jackson’s cock while making out with him on the ottoman on Randy’s large covered porch. “Fuck me Jackson”, Travis begged. Jackson wasted no time. He lubed Travis’ ass with his own pre-cum & slid his cock inside. He caressed Travis’ nipples & kissed his neck as he got acclimated inside his boyfriend’s ass. Jackson found his groove & began making love to his boyfriend, drawing moans from Travis. Soon, Jackson was thrusting, both guys deriving pleasure. They were both very vocal with their enjoyment. “I’m going to cum”, Jackson exclaimed. “Give it to me!”, Travis screamed. Jackson thrusted their bodies & soon let go a showering of his manly juices inside his lover’s ass. The guys lay still, catching their breath. Jackson eased his way out of Travis & began licking Travis’ ass, which Travis really enjoyed. Afterward, Travis made out with Jackson & massaged Jackson’s penis. He then said “My turn. loverboy”. Jackson got into position & Travis lubed his lover’s ass with his own pre-cum. “That feels so good Trav”, Jackson purred. “Your ass feels so good babe”, Travis said & slid his cock inside. Travis loved fucking Jackson & lost his virginity to him. He & Jackson had known each other since Kindergarten & everyone knew they were best friends. Nobody knew they were also lovers. The guys never let on to anyone about their sexual orientation. As far as they knew, they were always straight & even dated girls throughout high school, but all it took was one night hanging out at Jackson’s house for them to find out things were the opposite. Travis thrusted until he couldn’t take it anymore & spilled his semen inside of Jackson’s ass, drawing loud moans from them both. They quickly got dressed & left.

Backstory:

One night while hanging out at Jackson’s apartment, Travis & Jackson were drinking beer, sharing some laughs & asking each other all sorts of random questions. One question really got Jackson’s curiosity: Travis asked him if he would ever make out with a guy just to see what it’s like, in which Jackson said yes. Travis also said he would. He & Jackson looked at each other & Travis said “Kiss me. I want to experience it”. Jackson, who was sitting in a chair at the time, scooted next to Travis on the couch, & kissed him. Jackson soon found himself making out with his best friend & enjoying it. He unbuttoned Travis’ shirt & then sucked on one of Travis’ nipples. “Ohhhhh my...”, Travis said. When Jackson stopped, Travis asked why. Jackson said he didn’t want to go too far unless they were really sure it’s what both wanted. Travis told him that he was the only guy he would ever do this with & professed his love for him. He explained that he’d been having a lot of mixed emotions & denial & came to the realization that he was in love with Jackson. Jackson asked him if he was sure & Travis, tearfully, shook his head yes. Jackson said that when his last girlfriend cheated on him & Travis was there to see him through it all, he realized that he was falling for Travis & he tried not to let it happen but it did. Travis kissed him passionately & told him he wanted to lose his virginity with him. Jackson was shocked to learn his bestie was still a virgin since he was promiscuous with his girlfriends...but all they ever did was make out & perform oral sex on each other. Jackson confessed that he too was still a virgin & that he nearly went all the way with his last girlfriend but decided to wait. Eventually they broke up since things in their relationship just weren’t working out. Jackson confessed that he wanted to lose his with Travis as well...They went to Jackson’s bedroom. It was on like Donkey Kong, as the two men undressed each other & had the night of their lives, exploring one another’s bodies, performing oral sex on each other, & having sex. They enjoyed the most romantic night together & from then on, they were inseparable & madly in love. They were constantly having sex when not working...& within a few months, Jackson asked Travis to move in with him, which he did after moving out from roommates who were constantly fighting with each other. Travis left them to their fighting & was happy with Jackson. Nobody knew of their true relationship & they planned to keep it that was as long as possible.

They were sitting at home relaxing when Travis got a call from Randy, inviting the guys to a barbecue the following night at Randy’s place, to which they accepted. Travis kissed Jackson & they started fooling around. “Suck me”, Travis said to Jackson. Jackson sucked Travis’ cock & Travis loved every second of it, especially when his man swallowed Travis’ cum & then made out with him. Travis then took Jackson’s cock in his waiting mouth, sucking him like a lollipop. Travis enjoyed swallowing cum. They loved sex & foreplay with each other & messed around until they grew tired & fell asleep. The next morning, it was raining. Travis woke up, went to the bathroom, & came back to bed. Jackson woke up & kissed Travis. Travis said, “Let’s fuck”, & fuck they did...they couldn’t get enough of each other!

That night, the guys showered together & headed to Randy’s. Randy gave them each an envelope with $5000 in it for their hard work. He was a very wealthy businessman and wanted to give the guys a gift for all they do for his pool. They were both in shock & thanked Randy for it. The guys grilled steaks & drank beers. After dinner, it was pool time. Travis asked why no women were there. “It’s a Men’s Night only tonight guys”, Randy said. Randy Broadwell was a suave, gorgeous, early-40′s businessman who had inherited his dad’s construction business unexpectedly when his dad Marty died from Covid. He thought the world of Jackson & Travis & they knew it...but tonight, they would really know it...both Travis & Jackson had a man crush on Randy.

It started to thunder & rain, so the guys took the party indoors. Travis & Jackson realized their change of clothes was in Jackson’s Edge. Randy said “You don’t need clothes, guys. Just hang in your towels. I’m going to hang in mine”. Randy took off his swim trunks in front of the guys & they saw how endowed he was. He had a great body. Jackson & Travis couldn’t help but stare & Randy smiled. Travis took off his trunks, not even ashamed that he had a hard on. He smiled. Jackson took his off & when he was saw both their cocks, his began to swell. Randy couldn’t help but stare at his younger friends, both 27 years old. He invited them to sit on the couch as he turned the music off outside and on in the house. Jackson sat down, Travis did as well. Randy gave each a beer & got himself one then sat down. Travis couldn’t keep from looking at Randy’s cock & Randy knew it. Randy got up & sat down next to Travis. Travis liked that. Randy looked at him & said, “Travis, do you like what you see?” Travis couldn’t help himself “Yes I do Randy. You are exactly what I want to look like when I am older. You’re a sexy man”, Travis said. Jackson agreed. Randy looked down, then back at the guys & said, “The reason no women are here is because I’m gay”. ‘But you always have hot women”, Jackson said. “That’s for show. I honestly am gay. I like you two guys because you’re both hard working, smart guys & we get along great. You guys take great care of my place when I am out of town too. I can trust you guys...& also, I know you two won’t let the cat out of the bag”. “No, we won’t, Randy...because we are also gay”, Jackson said. “Really? Well, that works out then. I have another proposition for you guys. Move in with me”, Randy said. They took him up on his offer & 4 weeks later, they moved in. The guys had to give a 30-day notice to their landlord first before making the move, which they did. That night Jackson & Travis got their rooms set up. Randy grilled steaks & they ate dinner outdoors. Afterward, the three of them went skinny dipping in the pool. Later they went in the hot tub. Randy enjoyed being nude with his two best friends & they enjoyed it too. They didn’t have to feel awkward around each other. Jackson got super drunk that night & passed out. Randy invited Travis into his room after they did the dishes & Travis accepted. He looked at Travis & said, “Is it bad that I’m dying to taste you?”. “No, because I’m craving your cock, Randy”, Travis answered. “Suck me”, Randy moaned. Travis moved in for the kill, his lips straight on Randy’s cock. Randy moaned & arched his back as Travis sucked. “Ohhhhhh yes Travis! I’m ready to cum!”, Randy moaned. “Fuck me Randy! I want your cum!”, Travis said. So Randy fucked Travis, thrusting his cock inside of Travis repeatedly, loving the feel of fucking someone again, as it had been a long time. Randy shot his load inside of Travis & both men were moaning & enjoying. Afterward, Randy made out with Travis, french kissing him & feeling Travis’ cock. Travis was very turned on & wanted Randy badly. Randy kissed his way down to Travis’ cock. He sucked Travis’ balls & teased his cock with his tongue. “Mmmmm yes Randy”, Travis moaned as Randy gave Travis head. He prolonged him from ejaculation & begged Travis to fuck him. “Yes! I want you so fucking bad Randy!”, Travis said as Randy got into position. Travis slid his cock deep into Randy’s ass & thrust him. He wanted to cum into Randy’s ass badly * then lick it out like he does to Jackson. He & Randy were going at it hot & heavy. Travis shot his load inside of Randy. Randy enjoyed feeling cum inside his ass. When Travis was finished, he made out with Randy & then licked his cum out of Randy’s ass. “Ohhhhh that’s hot Travis”. He then kissed him so he could taste. “I really enjoyed this with you”, Randy said. “Me too Randy”, Travis agreed & kissed him again. Randy’s cock was hard again & Travis sucked him. He wanted Randy’s cum & he got it, enjoying the sweet taste. 

The next morning, all the guys showered & ate breakfast. While cleaning up the dishes, Travis got a phone call that had him in tears & he told Javckson & Randy what was happening. Travis’ grandfather passed away & he had to travel back east for the funeral. While he was away, Jackson & Randy got very friendly with each other. They were sitting in the hot tub after work one evening just talking. Jackson couldn’t help himself & kissed Randy. Randy reciprocated, & they started making out in the hot tub. “I want you Jackson”, Randy said. “Yes. Oh yes”, Jackson said, french kissing him. They got out & dried off. When they got in the house, Randy took Jackson to his bedroom. They got on the bed & Randy began to suck Jackson’s dick. “Ohhhh Randy...omg yes! “, Jackson moaned as Randy licked & sucked Jackson’s swollen cock. “I want to fuck you Jackson”, Randy said. “Yes. I want this so bad!”, Jackson said, & got into position. Randy entered Jackson & also stroked Jackson’s cock. Jackson was in heaven. He loved the feel of Randy inside him & Randy’s hand stroking him. Randy took his time pleasuring Jackson on the inside, where Travis just wanted to thrust & cum. Randy & Jackson kissed & took their time to climax. “I want to swallow your cum Randy”, Jackson said. Hearing that, Randy kissed him & pulled out, laying down so Jackson could suck him. Soon enough, Randy came & Jackson got to enjoy the sweet taste of Randy’s cum. Jackson made out with him some more & then Randy said “Fuck me Jackson. I want you bad!”. Jackson slid his cock in Randy & slowly made love to him. Randy loved the feel of Jackson’s cock inside him. He asked Jackson to cum inside him & Jackson did just that. Afterward they laid together, holding each other & talking. Randy confessed that Jackson was his second male encounter. He said all he had ever been with was women & of course like he said it was all for show & enjoyed his first male encounter even more tghan he ever did having sex with women. He admitted he loved pussy & said he wonders if he’s actually bisexual. Jackson said it could be possible. Then Randy professed that he’d fallen in love with Jackson. Jackson was falling for him too. After that night they were constantly fucking, showering, or together in the hot tub or pool together. They had not heard a word out of Travis except for the day after he got to Boston for his grandfather’s funeral. Randy confessed that night to Jackson that he & Travis fucked each other before Travis left. Jackson had been asleep & the guys were in the kitchen doing the dishes. Randy walked up behind Travis, who was only wearing boxers at the time, whispered in his ear that he wanted him, & slid Travis’ boxers down his legs. Travis turned around & made out with him, fondling Randy’s penis at the same time. Randy asked him to go to his room with him, which Travis gladly accepted. Randy took Travis in his room where they fucked & sucked each other.

While in Boston, Travis confessed to his family that he is gay. His parents supported him, but his brother shamed him as did the rest of the family. Jackson was worried & called Travis’ parents. Travis’ mother gave him the bad news that they found Travis dead that morning. He had overdosed on anxiety medicine & left a note that said DON’T WORRY. YOU WON’T HAVE TO BE ASHAMED OF ME ANYMORE. GOODBYE. Jackson started crying. Randy had gone to the restroom & came out to find Jackson sobbing. “What is it Jack?”, Randy asked. He hung up the phone & told Randy that Travis had committed suicide. Randy & Jackson sat together crying.

At his funeral, both Randy & Jackson had something to say about their troubled friend. Afterwards, his family thanked both of them for speaking about him. Travis’ brother Todd spoke as well, saying “I never knew just how much turmoil & trouble Travis struggled with, being a gay man. Unfortunately I didn’t understand at the time & now it is too late. I loved my brother regardless of how he was & who he was. “. 

Randy & Jackson remained a couple & even got married on Travis’ birthday & in his honor. They took a chance & found love as a result.

[classic-rock-roller]

1. You come home one day to hear excited whispering through the door. You open it and see Kevin and Randy sitting on the couch, looking suspiciously unbusy. Before you even ask what’s going on, a German Shepherd puppy jumps over the back of the couch and runs up to you. You glance up at them and Kevin bursts out excitedly “We got a puppy!” How do you respond?

“Aww, he’s so cute! What’s his name? Although the two of you are potty training him and footing the bill from the landlord for keeping the dog.”

2. You are attempting to make dinner for Nikki, Tommy and Kevin, your roommates. Something along the way went horribly wrong, and you managed to set off the smoke alarms. They all rush into the kitchen to see what happened, only to see you looking sheepish and confused in the middle of it. What happens next?

They most likely help me turn off the smoke alarms and then help me with dinner because I’m a pretty good cook I just sometimes don’t get recipes right entirely. 

3. You and Crue are assigned an interesting project for film class. Somehow, Tommy got put in charge of writing the script, and the characters are Gordon Ramsay, Dean Winchester, Santa Claus, and Ozzy Osbourne. Who films and who plays who?

Tommy would play Gordon Ramsay because I think he’d like to yell a lot. I can see Mick playing Ozzy don't ask me why. I can see Vince play dean and Nikki playing Santa Clause. (Was Tommy high when he came up with those characters or something?)

4. You get home to see Kevin, Nikki, and Duff making dinner. You don’t think anything of it, until after about fifteen minutes. You hear Duff scream in pain, “AUGH, YOU BASTARD.” You rush back to the kitchen to find that he’s got a steak knife in his arm. What do you do?

“What the fuck happened? Why does Duff have a steak knife in his arm? Did one of the two of you stab him with it?” I’d then pile the three of them into my car to take Duff to the hospital all while lecturing about the importance of kitchen safety. 

5. You and GNR go out to buy a Christmas tree. Who tries to climb every single one, who is dissatisfied with them all, who is already complaining about needles in the carpet, who jokingly pretends the tree is a lady only to get a mouthful of pine needles, and who sighs and picks one up to drag it to the checkout area?

Steven tries to climb every one, Axl is dissatisfied with every one, slash complains about the needles, Duff gets a mouth full of pine needs, and Izzy just sighs and drags one to the checkout area.  

6. Crue and OG Quiet Riot as high school stereotypes?

Tommy, Nikki, and Kevin--the jocks 

Vince--in with the popular girls 

Randy and Mick--book smart kids 

Drew and Rudy--band kids 

7. You and Crue are out to dinner. Who orders for the group, who changes their order last minute, who can’t decide (and always ends up getting the same thing anyway so the debate is always moot), who orders a sundae as an appetizer, and who always gets stuck footing the bill?

Tommy always orders for the group. 

I always change my order last minute 

Vince cant decide (*me to Vince* ”Oh my god Vince just fucking pick something.” “I will this is a very important decision.” “Vince, it’s fucking food. just fucking pick something.” Fine! I’ll get the chicken.” *under my breath* “He gets that every fucking time. I don’t  know why we have to go through this.”)

Nikki orders the sundae as an appetizer 

and Mick usually ends up footing the bill but sometimes I do too.    

8. You’re walking around your neighborhood one sunny day when you pass by Kevin, mowing his lawn. You glance at him, see he is absorbed in what he's doing. A moment later you hear him scream, “Son of a BITCH”. You turn back to see he’s fallen and is spewing profanities like a fire hydrant. What do you do?

I run over to him to make sure he’s ok. If he’s hurt and it’s not too serious I’d say “Hold on I have a first aid kit back at my house.” If it’s serious, I’d drive him to the ER and wait for him to be taken care of so that I can drive him back home. 

9. You and Nikki meet Tommy and Vince for lunch one day. As you sit down, Nikki says “Man, my legs are so sore.” Vince casually asks “Why?” Nikki looks at you to tell the story, and you flush out of embarrassment. Without missing a beat, Tommy shouts “OH MY GOD DID YOU GUYS FUCK OH MY GOD VINCE THEY TOTALLY DID.” You don’t have the courage to tell them that Nikki’s legs are sore because you two went to JumpStreet for 4 hours. How do you two proceed?

I’d flush and stutter even more and then go no...we didn’t do that. We just went to JumpStreet for four hours... to which both Tommy and Vince would look at us and go “Uh-huh” I’d just let them go if they don’t want to know the truth so be it.  

10. You get on a plane to head out to see some extended family. You are seated next to Tommy, who looks like he’s been awake for a week. As soon as you’re in the air, he passes out on your shoulder. Do you move him or leave him be?

I’d leave him be. He seemed really tired and if he can get any sleep that’s important I wouldn’t want to risk waking him. 

11. You get home to see Nikki sitting on the couch with his arms outstretched. “What are you doing?” You ask him. “Cuddle me, you weirdo.” He says. How do you proceed?

I’d go cuddle him. Why wouldn’t I do that?

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1. You are roommates with Stephen Pearcy and because of his long hair, it constantly clogs the sink. Every time he complains about cleaning it you usually respond with, “We live together. You can’t blame this on anyone else.” One time when you say this, he leaves the bathroom and locks you in. What do you do?

2. After getting your little puppy with Randy, he is ecstatic and constantly is carrying the dog or the dog is yipping and following him around. One day while you’re making dinner, he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you. After a minute or two he starts kissing your neck, so you turn around and look at him. “What’s all this about?” he says, “Think about it. The little patter of children in our home.” How do you respond?   

3. You and Warren live together in an apartment. It’s the middle of summer and it’s extremely hot and you’re in a drought. Both you and Warren are pretty much melting on the couch even though all of the windows are open. All of a sudden Warren gets up. “Where are you going?” “I want to take a shower so you should probably join me. It’ll save water.” How do you respond?   

4. You came home early from work to find a note from Randy telling you that he was out and he’d be back later. Ok, not a problem, you wait up for him until about ten o’clock. But you have to get up at about six in the morning, so you go to bed. At about midnight you feel the bed dip beside you and roll over, “It's midnight! Where the hell were you? You had me fucking worried!” Where was he? 

5. You’re walking down the stairs with Randy when all of sudden you trip. Randy catches you and asks if you’re ok to which you respond that you are, but you wait until you think he is out of earshot before muttering, “Except for my dignity.” Randy turns around and says, “That’s ok, I like that I caught you and not someone else.” How do you respond?

6. You’re getting ready for bed without Randy because he’s going to be out late with Kevin. All of a sudden you feel arms wrap around your waist and instinctively you hit the person which causes them to fall onto the bed. When you turn around you see it’s Randy and he’s holding his nose. What do you do?

7. Randy’s been really sick lately and stuck up in bed. Whenever he gets chills or gets uncomfortable with sour muscles you either cuddle with him or give him a massage and every time he says, “But you’re going to get sick. I don’t want to make you sick.” How do you respond?   

8. You have headphones in your ears and are dancing around the kitchen and singing, making dinner to one of your favorite songs. Randy opens the door and calls you and after not hearing you he goes to investigate. He finds you in the kitchen and decided to learn up against the doorway. It’s another two or three minutes before you realize he’s there and when you pull your earbuds out he says, “I like when you dance. You’re good.”  How do you respond?

9. Kevin is over at your’s and Randy's house for dinner, Randy says something that makes you blush and Kevin says, “Aww, you’re so sweet and cute and precious.” “I AM NOT SWEET. I AM DARK AND MYSTERIOUS AND DANGEROUS.” Then you do a tiny kitten sneeze. And Randy wraps his arm around you. “Awww, how cute.” How do you respond to Kevin?

10. While over at Kevin and Randy’s house you have your sketchbook out and are drawing Randy. Kevin comes over and asks what you’re drawing. You instinctively hide it which makes him want to see it more. He grabs it from you, “Oh this looks nice. I’m going to go show Randy.” He starts to head out the door. What do you do?

11.  Randy wants to wake up extra early to do something but he’s having trouble getting you out of bed. “Just get up. It’s not that hard!” You pull the covers off you. “No, I’m hibernating.” and then go back under. “Well, it’s not that cold out and you’re not even an animal.” Again you pull back the cover. “I can be what I want to be.” “Just get out of bed.” “NO.” “That’s it.” and Randy picks you up. What do you do?

@osbournebemydaddy, your move.      

[middlemiste]

i’m so sick of my roommate’s cis straight liberal white male bullshit and i don’t even want to fucking speak to him but he’ll just think i’m being rude/”disrespectful” on purpose if i don’t :^)

never cleans 

when he DOES clean he goes on & on about how nice the house is when it’s clean and why don’t we clean more as if my other roommates and i aren’t constantly fucking cleaning up after him

disrespectful to his girlfriend who is patient as a saint but explains LITERALLY everything to her as if shes a child

she’s 28 and two years older than him and he puts her down all the FUCKING time and she deserves so much better

likes to make edgy almost-racist or almost-sexist jokes that are actually just racist and sexist

thinks that suicide bombing jokes à la 4chan are funny

was annoyed when, after he went to nyc for the past week, my other roommate and i decided to clean and put his stuff that’s been strewn about the house for fucking months back in his room

said we were “disrespecting” him bc of this and put EVERYTHING back out where it was even though it was just stuff that didn’t need to be in the common living space \\\including/// the scale which he insists on keeping in the kitchen area hahahahahahahaahahahhaahhahahaha KEEP IT IN YOUR FUCKING ROOM ASSHOLE

tried to lecture me about money management when my landlord overdrafted my bank account and then again when i was subsequently late on the electric bill bc of said overdraft

monopolized the cat-feeding situation by putting out a free-feeder that supplies my cat and his cat with dry food all day long, got annoyed when i wasn’t “pulling my weight” in feeding them

Sorry You Decided The Cats Also Need An Entire Double Can Of Wet Food Every Night And Also Aren’t Telling Me When They Need More Food Because You’re Controlling The Situation :-)

RELATED TO 11, OVERFEEDS THE CATS EVERY FUCKING DAY, LUCA HAS GAINED A LOT OF WEIGHT BC OF HIM

if he’s upset about something it’s everyone else’s problem and everyone else needs to suffer about it just as much as he does

leaves tobacco/other dust all over the coffee table in the living room and rips bits off papers and throws them on the ground/doesn’t pick them up

calls girls he doesn’t like “bitches” or “cunts”

i honestly cannot fucking wait to be done living with him i thought it was going to be fine because i am patient but i am just about ready to punch him right in the stomach

[porter-sydney-blog]

Potential Roomies - Tinney

WHO: Sydney Porter & Tina Cohen-Chang (@tina-noelle)

WHEN: February 26, 2017

WHERE: Sydney’s House

WHAT: Tina has seen an ad posted around campus for someone looking for a roommate. With her currently living situation being turned on its head, Tina contacts Sydney and is quickly granted a grande tour of the house.

WARNINGS: None.

Tina was sort of nervous. She was possibly going to meet someone who would let her move into her house and be her roommate. She hadn't had one since freshman year, with Melody, so she hoped that she was still a good one. Tina had talked with Sydney before, but she couldn't say that they were close; more like a little friendly she guessed. She liked the girl though, so that was definitely a plus. After the hour was up, she got her stuff together and drove to the address of her potential new home.

Sydney had posted ads on campus, in each building a number of weeks ago pertaining to the open bedroom in her house. At this point, she had honestly forgotten she had even put them up, but when Tina contacted her, Sydney was more than overjoyed to have someone interested in checking the place out. With everything that had been going on the last few weeks, it was going to be nice to have someone in the house with her. Even though she didn't know her well yet, she figured she wasn't a bad person and she was likely to make a good roommate. Or so she hoped. Unfortunately, the timing of the visit was a little off, what with Kendall's dogs being her current roommates for the foreseeable future. They were good dogs and listened to command without much fuss, so she knew it wouldn't be all bad, but that didn't mean they didn't accidentally make a mess of some things - especially with their tails swinging around constantly. She quickly tidied up the place and changed into something more presentable than her sweats.

Tina noticing, as she was getting to the neighbourhood, all the houses were extremely beautiful and big. Much like her parents house and sisters house, but ones she never thought she'd buy or live in, at least for a while. 'Oh wow' she thought as she pulled up to the driveway. The house was way better than the pictures could describe, large and it looks spacious. She stepped out of her car and waked up to the door, the ringing of the doorbell bringing the sound of dogs barking to her ears. The door opened and the first thing she could notice was..."Are those my sisters dogs?"

Sydney practically jumped up from her spot on the couch when she heard the doorbell ring, rushing her way over to it, all while trying to keep her new companions settled down. Just as her hand touched the handle, she stage-whispered a command to the dogs, getting them to stop barking before she finally pulled open the door. The greeting was definitely a little less informal than she had expected and Sydney turned her head slightly to look at the dogs who were wagging their tails excitedly at their guest before she looked back at Tina. "You're Kendall's sister?" This living situation might turn into something far more awkward than she was expecting. After a beat, Syd stepped to the side slightly, pulling the door open wider and gesturing for Tina to come in. "You found the place okay? I mean, the neighbourhood isn't crazy big, or anything, so I hope it wasn't too much of a hassle."

Tina was still kind of stuck on the fact that her sisters dogs were here, but managed to answer the question. "Yeah, she's my big sister. I'm Tina." She walked into the house, bending down to let the dogs say hi, even though she hasn't seen them for a while. They seemed to remember her, as evidence by the way they completely jumped on her. They brought a smile to her face always, and she knew her sister loved them dearly. "No, everything was fine. It's a nice neighborhood by the way. I don't think I knew it was over here." Standing back up she looked around the entry way, taking note of the decoration and how light and open everything seemed. It was a lot of white for her, but it was still really nice. "It's hard to believe that you don't already have a roommate. This place is really beautiful."

Sydney smiled warmly at the response, keeping the extreme awkwardness she felt about it repressed, for the time being. "Sydney," she said, closing the door once Tina had stepped in, allowing herself to be practically pounced on by the dogs. With how stressed out a depressed she had been - especially over the last few days - she had found great comfort in the dogs, even if they had only been around for less than 24 hours at that point. It was going to be hard to give them back to Kendall, when the time came. "Yeah, it's a little out of the way of everything, but it's quiet out here. It's nice," Sydney explained with a small smile before offering up another command for the dogs so they would give Tina a bit of space so she could take her on the grande tour. "I had one for about a year, but she eventually moved in with her boyfriend and kinda left me roommate-less. But I guess that's a good thing for you, right?" she teased. A moment later she leads them over to the main living space that is just off from the entry way. "That was like the sort of formal area. It doesn't get a whole lot of use, since I don't throw parties or anything like that, so it's mostly just this area that people hang out in...and by people I mostly mean me." She looked at Tina, trying to gauge her reaction to the place - trying to see if she was into it enough.

Tina chuckled a little, "Yeah I guess it is. Else I'd probably have to move in with my sister in a few weeks." Looking around the living space, she really liked the feel of it. "I'm not a big party thrower either, though I do have friends over from time to time." She ran her hand along the back of the couch, feeling the soft cushions. The fabric wasn't one of those stiff ones either, which Tina likes, as she loved to lounge around on the couch on her lazy days. "I hope you like some company then, cause I'm always on my couch at my place. Makes me feel like I'm being somewhat productive, even if I don't change out of my pjs."

Sydney breathed out a small chuckle. "Looks like you're already halfway there anyway, seeing as I have no idea how long these guys are staying with me," she said somewhat jokingly. Kendall's house was far more extravagant and - in Sydney's opinion - far bigger than necessary, so her own place definitely wouldn't have the same spacious feel to it as if Tina opted to live with her sister. Sydney was relieved to hear that Tina wasn't big on parties either. Of course she wouldn't have minded if she had been, but knowing that there would rarely, if ever, come a time when she had to clean up the aftermath of a college party, made her happier than she care to admit. Gesturing to just across the open space, Sydney pointed at the kitchen. "I'm not one of those sticklers for people not touching what groceries I buy that are around - you're more than welcome to anything and everything at any point...you know, if you decide to move in," she explained. "And I'd love the company, honestly. I mean, I could live here on my own, but the company is what I was really looking for when I posted those ads." She let Tina look around the open concept living space a bit more before moving to the patio door. "Pretty basic backyard. There's a pool and a patio. Nice big grill, if you're into barbecuing at all." She didn't bother giving much of a tour out there since it was pretty well all right there for her to see through the glass panes of the door. "If you don't mind me asking, why is it you're moving out of where ever it is you're moving out from?"

Tina nodded as she looked around the kitchen. The space wasn't terribly big, but it seemed to hold everything nicely and not seem crowded. "Thanks. I honestly don't cook as much as I probably should, as I definitely can't recreate my fave general tso's chicken recipe." Walking over to the patio doors she looked out, liking the outdoor furniture. She could already see herself siting out there writing songs and listening to demos. "I've never had the urge to use an outside grill. My father likes to, even if he's not great at it." Turning away from the doors, she faced Sydney again before answering her question. "My landlord has decided that he needs to raise rent for the entire building. And while it isn't that much, its enough to where I either need to move, or take up more shifts at my job, which I don't really want to do. I tried looking for my own roommate, but no one has responded to my ads either. And everyone has said that I should just go to my parents for the money, or just move in with Kendall since she lives in a giant place, but I don't always like going to my family for help, even if it is easier. But I like finding my own way first and making my own mistakes before running to my mom and dad for help, ya know?" Tina really didn't mean to spill all that out, but with everyone getting on her about it before, she was sort of sensitive about it.

Sydney smiled at the comment. “Well, feel free to attempt that recreation as many times as you want. Whatever doesn’t make the cut I’ll have,” she said, her words obviously teasing. She allowed Tina a bit of space, stepping back a few paces, as she took everything in. She busied herself with scratching Horus - who’d taken a quick liking to her - behind the ears all the while listening to Tina’s short anecdote about her father. Kendall hadn’t ever mentioned her parents much - all she knew was that he ran a pharmaceutical company and Kendall planned on taking over for him someday. Sydney was about to open her mouth to apologize for her landlord raising the rent on her, but was cut short as she went off on a tangent. She blinked a couple of times before smiling lopsidedly at Tina. “I totally understand. I mean...my parents pay for this place for me because I’m busy with school and stuff, but I completely get it. Your rent here won’t be too much, mostly just to cover half of the electricity and water bills. And then whatever food you want is all on you, obviously,” Sydney explained. Honestly, in her mind, it was a pretty sweet deal and the fact that no one had taken her up on it yet was a little baffling. “Hopefully that helps you not having to get more shifts at your job. Where is it you work anyway?”

Tina "That's nice. Mine pay for my tuition, and probably would pay for my place too if I hadn't asked them not to." Listening to what she would half to pay, Tina was grateful. It was dramatically less than what she paid for everything now, meaning she'd have more money in the bank to do what she wanted. "That's great. And it'll be no problem giving my half to everything." One of the dogs, the white and pink one, decided then to hop up on on her thighs and attempt to lick her face. Giggling a little while rubbing its back she answered, "The music department has a small record store that is open to the students and some of the public. I'm a cashier/stocker there, since I'm part of the music department."

Sydney could almost see the sense of relief Tina seemed to feel when she explained what she would have to be paying for, if she decided to move in. “Isis, let’s not scare off my new potential roommate by jumping all over her,” she teased the dog that was all over Tina. Obviously it was a joke, given that the woman knew the dogs long before Sydney even had. The answer took her by surprise a little, having not known there was even a record store on campus - she blamed it on the fact that her building was on the opposite end of it from the arts building. “That’s so cool. I honestly didn’t even know there was one on campus,” she admitted. After a beat, she realized she had an entire other level of the house to show off so she pat Horus’ head before starting their journey toward the staircase. “Your room is a bit smaller than mine - I hope that isn’t like some sort of weird deal breaker or anything. I know some people can be weird about that sort of stuff.”

Tina grinned, Isis was her favorite. She was the only one who basically ignored anyone who told her not to jump on people, unless it was the person she was jumping on. "Kendall has tried forever to get her to stop, yet she basically doesn't care." Following Sydney, they started going up to the second floor. "Yeah, most people don't really know we have it. Only the people in the music department really use it, and some other in the actual music industry will come and check stuff out, maybe look for some vinyls they don't have." Reaching the top, she shook her head. "Of course not. It's your house first, and you've been here longer."

Sydney offered up an interested hum in response to the newly shared knowledge of the record store on campus. “What is it you’re studying again? I’m going to kick myself for forgetting, cause it’s probably something pretty obvious...” her words trailed off, and she glanced at Tina for a moment as they moved down the hallway - pack of dogs in tow - until they got to the guest bedroom. “This is just the spare room. Y’know, if ever someone needs to crash the night and you don’t want them in your bed or whatever.” Sydney was certain that the room hadn’t even been used once since she moved into the house, however it looked immaculate thanks to the maid she had that came in every other week. “Oh and there is a maid that comes in every week. My stuff is usually pretty clean - she sorta deep cleans the bathroom and stuff, of course - but I’ll let her know there’ll be someone else here so she doesn’t scare you or anything,” she said, breathing out a small laugh before guiding them a few steps over to the master suite that was at the end of the hall. “This is my room. Totally not off-limits, you’re more than welcome to come and bug me or whatever.”

Tina looked into the guest bedroom, wondering if her room was anything like this. "I am a major in music, specifically song writing, with a minor in dance. I don't think it's terribly obvious, most people don't think to even ask me." Nodding at Sydneys comments, she took in the design of the room, and the white crisp look of it. "Hopefully she won't have much to clean in my room. I try not to be too messy, but I look forward to meeting her." The master bedroom made Tina a little jealous if she was honest. The room was spacious and light, with nice seating and what looked like a balcony. "Your room is really nice."

Sydney nodded when Tina answered the question, mentally kicking herself. they had definitely gone over this at some point and she felt bad for forgetting. “Telling me you’re in music should’ve kickstarted my brain, but it’s been a little jumbled as of late,” she says, a barely-there laugh brushing past her lips. “She usually comes in when I’m at school, so I’m not sure if you will meet her...maybe during the next break or something. But, yeah, she’s super nice and incredible at her job.” Over times such as Christmas break and even during the summer sometimes, Sydney had offered to cook the woman dinner as an added thank you for all she does, allowing them to get to know one another a bit better. “It is...it’s honestly way too nice and like...gigantic. So, like I said, you’re more than welcome in at any time. Even if you wanna hang out on the balcony and write or whatever.” As if having been struck by lightening, Sydney jumped slightly and looked at Tina. “Do you know Stevie?!” 

Tina shrugged. "I don't think most people see me as being in music. I'm kind of a wallflower, so I don't think they see me putting myself out there and being in the industry." She figured that she'd probably meet her at some point, as she doubts that her and Sydney have the same schedule, but she didn't say anything. "I'll definitely take you up on that. It looks like you have a beautiful view." Tina was sort of startled by Sydney's outburst, but she answered back as calmly as she could. "I don't know her personally, but I've heard about her, especially since everyone and their mom is talking about her accident. But I haven't met her."

Sydney furrowed her eyebrows slightly, tilting her head to the side just a bit as she did as if trying to find the logic in the correlation between wallflower and music industry. “It would be a little more confusing, if you were performing, or something. But I can totally see you being a songwriter,” she said with a small grin. “I mean, I think the people who are more of people-watchers have a completely different and introspective outlook on things.” Stevie was very much the same way - not a very social person - and it worked out well for her, as far as songwriting went. She was sure it was the same for Tina, even if she didn’t want to admit it herself. “You should meet her! You two would have so much to talk about with songwriting and stuff. She comes over sometimes,” she said, trying to move her tone of voice back into calmer territory. The sudden outburst was unexpected, even to herself, so she could only imagine how Tina viewed it. “Sorry...anyway, yeah. So, that’s my room. Yours is right here - slightly bigger than the guest and you have your own bathroom and stuff,” she said, stepping to the side a little to show the room right across the hall from the guest room.

Tina had never thought that being a wallflower had ever helped her songwriting, but maybe it would now. "I can't say I ever thought of it that way, but maybe it has helped me." An eyebrow raised at the blondes still sort of excited tone of voice, but kept her thoughts to herself. "Maybe. I'm sure she's gonna be kind of busy getting better, but maybe you can let her know that I'd be glad to meet her if she wants to talk about song writing and stuff." Moving across the hall, she stepped into what could potentially be her new room. It was a little bigger than the guest room, with access to a balcony as well. Tina stepped fully into the room, and could see part of the view from the balcony, and she could say that she loved it. Again, the white was a little much for her, but she figured she could accent it with colors. Going into the bathroom, she fell in love with it as well. it was spacious enough for one without being too much. Coming out she turned back to Sydney and the dogs with a smile on her face. "I really like it."

Sydney gave the woman a brilliant smile when she agreed to the notion of her introversion being of some help to her songwriting. The smile didn’t falter when Tina agreed to the possibility of meeting Stevie. It was going to be a little harder to make happen now that Stevie was avoiding her like the plague thanks to the Valentine’s Day incident, but she was sure she could make it work. She gave Tina space as she moved into the room and over to the balcony. “I didn’t mention the balcony in here because it doesn’t have quite the same view, but surprise,” she said, the excited tone to the word ‘surprise’ causing the dogs to jumping all over her. Sydney laughed, giving each of the dogs some love as they settled down, before turning her attention back to her potential roommate. “Do you really?! That’s awesome! Do you have any questions for me, or anything?”

Tina didn't really care much how the balcony was compared to Sydneys. Being in Cali, the weather was almost always great, and sitting on her parents balcony feeling the cool breeze was one of the ways she calmed herself down whenever she was being bullied at school, or she'd go out there if she felt some inspirations. "Yeah, I really do. It's an awesome house, and it's in a pretty secluded neighborhood where paps can't get to us easily.” Moving back towards the door, she said "Do you want me moved in by a certain time? I think the longest it would take would be till the end of March, depending on when Spring Break is. And are there any house rules that you had with your past roommate that you want to start again?"

Sydney wasn't entirely sure why she felt a sense of relief when Tina assured her that the compliment she had questioned was true, but she let out a small sigh - a breath that she didn't even realize she was holding - and offered a smile up to the woman as she moved back over to the door, where she was standing. "No, not at all - you're completely free to move in whenever you'd like. I won't charge you rent for March, cause that would just be silly, if you don't move in for a couple weeks, or whatever," she answered with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders. She had to take a moment to contemplate the second question, tilting her head to the side slightly to indicate that she was thinking. "As of right now, I think the only thing I ask is that you let me know when you're having, like, more than a couple people over, if that were to ever be the case. And, of course, I'll do the same for you. Do you have any rules for me?"

Tina shook her head as she came to stand in front of Sydney at the door. "I guess just to ask me if you want to use or borrow my stuff. I can't really think of anything else, though maybe some thing will come up later? I haven't lived with someone in a while, so it'll take some getting used to. But that's the only thing right now." Tina didn't think that her and Sydney would have any problems, as she seemed like a nice person, so she was sure they could live together peacefully. "I'll definitely be moved in by April. I don't really have a lot of stuff, so it won't be a messy move in or anything. And I have a question about decorating. Do you mind if I paint a little bit? If not, I can just get like accent colors with bedding and stuff like that."

Sydney nodded, smiling warmly in response to Tina. She hadn’t really been expecting a whirlwind of questions because that usually came more when everything was finalized and everyone was settled into the new arrangement. The only thing that came to mind as being a potential issue was Kendall being over from time-to-time, but, even so, that wouldn’t be a problem that Tina would have to deal with. Not as much, anyway. “Oh, of course you can paint! I’ve been considering hiring an interior decorator to get that all sorted out and squared away - the white is a little bit much, to be honest - but by all means, you can decorate your room however you’d like.”

Tina smiled back, "Awesome. I can't wait to move in then." While Tina did love her own place, and being on her own, she did like the house style better, and she thought living with someone again would be fun. She waited for Sydney to lead the way back, as she had no remembered the way back to the front door. "So is there anything I need to do now before I start bringing anything in?

Sydney grinned, clapping her hands a little too excitedly before pulling Tina in for a hug. Maybe it was a bit much, but she was genuinely excited to have a roommate. She had spent a number of months alone, at this point, and they had been some of the worst months in the past few years. Whether that had anything to do with her living alone had yet to be proven, but having someone around was always nice. Just as quickly as she started the hug, she stepped back, letting go of the woman before leading the way back downstairs. “Nope, I don’t think so. Just shoot me a text beforehand so that I can make sure I’m here. And I’ll get a key made up for you right away,” she responded as she led them over to the door.

Tina: laughed a little, and hugged Sydney back, before following behind her. "Definitely. Here, put your number in my phone." She pulled it out as they got to the door and handed it to the blonde. "It will probably be a few weeks before I start moving anything, so I can give myself time to get boxes and pack everything."

Sydney took the woman's phone when it was handed to her, quickly punching in her number before handing it back with a smile. "Absolutely, no worries. Just let me know whenever and we'll get you all settled in. Hopefully there won't be dogs in the way, by then," she half-joked as she pulled open the door. "I'm so excited to have a roommate. I promise not to be too overbearing with my excitement, though."

Tina shrugged, "Even if there are, I don't mind. I love those little buggers." Giving one last hug and pat to the dogs, she gave Sydney another hug before walking out of the door. She was excited about this new chapter in her life, and was glad to have met someone new as well.

[sparkyleegeek]

Wow. It’s been a very hectic few months, my apologies.

For the eviction fiasco in Halifax, we had a hearing. In that hearing, we basically just pulled out of the lease. We didn’t give the roommate a chance to even talk, because we knew she was simply DYING to bash us to anyone who would listen. So we shut that down, said we’d be out by the beginning of August and that was that.

We packed up everything we owned, rented a U-haul (thank you for your donations, that really helped!) and made our way out to Pubnico, South Western Nova Scotia, where my partner is from.

A few weeks after we left, we were accused by the roommate and our idiot landlady, that there was cigarette smoke in her bedroom closet. What in the actual fuck? Yes Lynne, you unbelievable tool of a human, we intentionally went into your closet and smoked. Rolling my eyes, I told her this was a ridiculous accusation. It was all just a way for the idiot landlady to avoid paying us our damage deposit. Which she won’t. (and frankly, not hearing from these people ever again is worth the price). She didn’t like being called an idiot. Poor idiot landlady (and I use the term lady, lightly). I ended up having to block the Landlady from emailing me anymore, it caused immediate stress just seeing her name in my inbox.

It was bad. The landlords used to park their Escalade in the parking lot behind us and watch us. Not sure what they were looking for, but needless to say it was creepy, as well as a violation of our privacy. We never did anything but keep the place clean. We never had a single party (unlike the roommate), rarely had people over. We’re not involved in any gangs or organized crime, we weren’t running any illegal lotteries out of the home nor were we charging admission for any live bands and we weren’t cooking anyting but food, so I’m not sure what they were watching for, but it was super annoying.

So everyone ended up getting what they wanted, (except us) which was us out. Sure, we are still homeless but who cares right? Lynne got her way, crying wolf. She couldn’t let it go or give us a day or 2 to cool off. Nope. Had to get us kicked out with her fairy stories. I used to respect this person, hard to believe. Now, I have absolutely ZERO respect for her. She’s a liar and a manipulative douchebag. Good luck to you.

And yes, I can say that Lynne. Trying to use my blog against me, like I’ve used your last name or published our address. In Canada, we have freedom of expression so, stuff it. My blog, my rules.

In the meantime, while we search for housing, I have been enjoying my new full-time job. I’m making good money now. Basically, that crazy landlady kicked out the ONLY person with full-time employment. Good move Melodie. Melodie. The craziest fucking tune I’ve ever heard. Again, no last names. Suck it.

I’ve been enjoying my time here in Southwest Nova. I’ve gone swimming, gone to beaches, spent time at cottages on the lake. Ate a shit ton of seafood. Went for a ride on an inflatable sombrero being pulled by a jet ski. Enjoyed countless breathtaking sunsets, were avoided by Hurricane Dorian, (we didn’t even lose power). So all in all, I’m glad we’re not living with Lynne, her obnoxious rectum clenching laugh, or her constantly barking chihuahua mix. I’ve been able to sleep again. My back doesn’t hurt as much from sleeping on a tilt in that crooked slanty shanty, nor do I have vertigo anymore. That house was seriously crooked.

Working full-time now means I don’t have as much time to dedicate to my blog as I used to. I’m exhausted by the end of my days and just want a shower, food, and bed, but I wanted to give you all an update. We’re currently seeking housing in town nearby as everything is miles away here and we don’t have a vehicle.

I’m still in shock of how the roommate manipulated the landlords and how they never spoke to us, our numbers were both on our lease. A simple phone call may have cleared things up, but instead, you made 2 people, one of which disabled, homeless. Good job.

But in the end, things are working out. We may have a house lined up. Less than what we were paying in Halifax to live in a bedroom. A backyard, a nearby trail, a deck. A whole house to ourselves. This is what we want. I will never live with a roommate again.

I’m doing well with my job, my partner is actively seeking another, we will prevail.

Here a few of my summer highlights.

Impressive Sunsets

More beautiful sunsets

  Hanging out at the shore

  Beach Walking

  Being pulled across a lake on the Sombrero

  After the ride. I had to pry my left hand off the handle lol

  Le Village with the Fam Jam

  Yacht Rock ALL DAY #ChuckMangione

  I’m in seafood heaven down here!

  Honorable mentions go to:

“La Creamy Treat” for having the best ice cream treats in Nova Scotia. I will miss you Driftwood. (Waffle cone dipped in chocolate with soft serve vanilla, caramel and pretzel inside- so delicious! So fattening, my pants are tight!)

The Sister in law and Brother in law for their famous cottage hospitality.

The Mother in law for her famous baked goods. #Dawnscookies.

Giant unused ballfield next door where Lucy enjoys running leash-free chasing sticks and balls.

My buddy in town and our occasional “safety meetings”. (This means we get together, dish, and smoke pot).

Quiet. Halifax is SO noisy, we do NOT miss the dynamite blasts and constant carnage, er, I mean construction in the North End.

Nature. It comes right in your yard! Deer, bunnies, there’s a giant toad we call Geoffrey, chipmunks that come right up to you, and LOTS of butterflies and birds.

All in all, Lynne, you did us a favor. We hated living in Halifax and didn’t enjoy living with you. You were controlling and juvenile. I didn’t sign up to live with a Mrs. Garrett…

Mrs. Garrett

(Girls, girls, girls). I ended up with full-time work for the first time since 2011, we’re going to have a nicer bigger space to ourselves for less than what you pay. We’re going to start our life, finally, after four and a half years, together.

Enjoy your cat.

S.

    Image Credits

Mrs. Garrett  http://www.947wls.com/2018/08/06/r-i-p-charlotte-rae-tvs-mrs-garrett/

All other images are my own*

The Aftermath Wow. It's been a very hectic few months, my apologies. For the eviction fiasco in Halifax…

[travelightlivelight]

8.

Me again!

For the past few years, I’ve been taking every opportunity to travel that I could. Most notably, obviously, I was required by my major (Global Studies) to study abroad, and chose to spend five months in Costa Rica. Before this, I was saying yes to every travel opportunity in front of me, and doing my best to make every one of them happen. It’s been a blast, and I don’t regret a single penny spent. But that’s the thing— it wasn’t really all that many pennies.

A lot of people want to know how I’ve been doing it. Most of my student friends in their early twenties are absolutely perplexed at how I can just get up and go when I decide to. I will say that I’m very lucky to have friends and family who readily agree to watch my dog for free (shout out to my mom and dad, who are putting up with her for five entire months in their apartment right now), but other than that, I am very much the typical college student, with typical college student expenses. The past four and a half years of college have been supported by student loans, and my seasonal position at a zip line course in Boone does not, in fact, pay me tens of thousands of dollars to answer phones and ask Floridians to please stop yelling at me. 

Still, acquaintances are impressed. “I wish I could travel that much, your life looks so cool,” they say. First of all, you only think my life looks “so cool” because you only follow me on instagram & facebook. That’s a whole other post for a whole other day. My life is super regular, with a lot of time spent watching Netflix and painting my nails. Second of all, to me, my life is so cool. But that’s not because of luck, and not because I’m amazing at saving money, and not because I have a secret wealthy great-aunt paying my way. It’s because I’m realistic about what I can and cannot afford to do at my age, and because I’m careful about how I do things. So I’ve put together a very comprehensive guide to traveling on a budget, specifically when you’re young, broke, and adventurous.

So, without further ado, here are my favorite ways to travel, in a buzzfeed-friendly list format for your convenience.

1. Don’t expect luxury— 

     You’re a twenty-something college student or recent grad living with three roommates and  friends who roll their own cigarettes because “it’s cheaper.” You buy your groceries at Walmart, get paid hourly, and have called your landlord six times because your closet door falls on your head every time you open it. Nothing about your life is incredibly luxurious, so you shouldn’t expect your vacations to be either. Save that for a time in your life when your job comes with benefits and your house comes with doors that close all the way. You will, under no circumstances, be able to take yourself on vacations of the same caliber as that trip to Italy with your parents in 2005. Lower your expectations!! Life is more fun with a little adventure to it. Go with the flow for now, and wait your turn to be fancy.

2. Planes aren’t the only way to travel— 

     Get off of Delta’s website for a minute and take a deep breath. Remember that other forms of transportation exist. Buses are generally the cheapest, then trains, then planes. Trains and busses are just like slower airplanes, but they’re stupid easy to use (even in other countries), you don’t have to pay for the gas, and trains have bar cars with cheaper liquor than planes. So basically, your ride will feel about the same. You’ll run into the same problems as you do with planes, but if you’re traveling on a budget, give it some consideration. If you are traveling overseas or somewhere that’s just too far to take a bus or a train, there are some really cheap airlines (Southwest, Virgin, Spirit domestically, WOW to Europe, Ryanair within Europe) that are worth taking a look at. There are also tons of websites that offer airfare comparisons to help you find the cheapest possible flight. Don’t be afraid of layovers either-- flying direct can be a lot more expensive than just getting off of one plane and onto a different one.

     If you don’t have a specific destination in mind, choose one based on the price of transportation. This also goes for travel dates. If you don’t have to travel the week of Christmas, don’t. Ticket prices change based on how heavy travel traffic usually is on those particular dates. You can use apps/websites like Hopper, Wanderu, and Moovit to find the best prices for everything. 

     My favorite is Wanderu, because if you don’t have specifics in mind, you can click “Explore” and Wanderu will choose them for you based on what’s fastest and cheapest. All you have to do is specify where you’re traveling from. For example, just now I put in Raleigh, and Wanderu told me I could take a Greyhound bus to New York City tonight for $40, go by Amtrak train for $100 (which I have done before), or take the bus to DC for $29 in a couple of weeks. Wanderu rocks. Hopper tells you when the best time is to book a specific flight, as flight prices are constantly fluctuating, and Moovit will help you out a lot with local transit, wherever you are.

      While trains and busses aren’t the most luxurious, neither are planes. Trains generally have a lot more legroom, and busses are generally incredibly inexpensive. Both also often have WiFi. Make yourself a good playlist and suck it up! Or just steal one of mine here.

**Make sure you get your bus tickets ahead of time, especially if you’re traveling in a foreign country. In Costa Rica, they will continue to sell bus tickets even when the seats are full, so if you wait too long and have to get a ticket without a seat, you’ll end up either standing or spending six hours sitting on the steps by the back door, like I did. It’s not the worst thing in the world, but if you can avoid it, do.

3. When it comes to sleeping arrangements, be creative— 

     In your twenties, you can literally stay anywhere. You don’t have kids (probably) that you need certain accommodations for, you can still function if you’re up a little late, and your joints won’t be thrown all out of whack if your mattress isn’t made of angel dust and storm clouds. Take advantage of this. Just like planes aren’t your only option, neither are hotels. Hotels can get really pricey and the ones that aren’t can be really skeevy. This is probably the best and most important advice I could give any young person who wants to travel frugally: Try something more geared toward your age group before you rent a scary ass room in a paid-by-the-hour motel.

If you want privacy, rent an Airbnb. You can find some for really cheap, depending on where you want to stay, and you can decide whether you want to share it with others, stay with the host, or have the whole place to yourself. I’ve never had any bad experiences with other people staying in the same Airbnb (honestly, I have done nothing but meet some really cool people this way), and the hosts and hostesses are probably renting out their spare rooms because they want you there. They are generally very cool people. Some even allow pets if you’re traveling with a furry friend! 

     Keep in mind that your Airbnb will be a little more expensive than the list price once the cleaning fee is factored in, but not by much.

My current favorite way to spend nights away from home is in hostels. The last hostel I stayed in cost $17 for two nights, and the management moved us to our own room when they realized we were two girls that were about to stay in a 10 bed dorm with 8 guys we’d never met. People who own and manage hostels are used to young travelers being their main clientele, so they pretty much know what to expect, and can also point you in the direction of some age (and budget)-appropriate things to do nearby.

     A lot of hostels also have a common area with a kitchen that you can use (for when you have a pasta-with-butter budget instead of a this-cool-sushi-spot-I-heard-about budget), along with big dorm rooms, smaller dorm rooms, and private rooms. The less beds in the room, the more expensive your reservation will be. I’ve found some super cheap and really cool hostels with Hostelworld. Keep in mind, though, if you’re staying in a city, the closer to downtown you are, the easier it will be to get around. Don’t settle for something super cheap but far away from where you need to be just to save money, because you’ll probably just spend it on public transportation instead. Finding sleeping accommodations is all about balance between price, safety (!!!), and accessibility. Read reviews of the hostel itself and of the surrounding area before you make a commitment.

     Some of the most interesting people I have ever met, I’ve met in hostels. Generally speaking, the people you’ll meet in hostels are in pretty much the same situation as you— young, adventurous, and on a budget. They know just as few people in town as you do, and are always willing to swap travel stories, hang out, and even explore the town or city with you. At the last hostel I stayed at in Jacó, Puntarenas, Costa Rica, we met people from all over Europe and Canada, hung out and swam with them at the hostel, and went out drinking and dancing with them that night. We got really lucky, because they were cool enough to watch out for us and make sure we got back okay, but don’t ever plan to be stood up for. Definitely meet new people and get the word out that not all of us Americans are terrible and obnoxious (a surprising thing for a lot of international travelers to learn), but make sure you know where your friend is. Remember, meeting new people is cool; leaving your friends or going off with strangers is not. But do be adventurous, meet new people, and learn all you can from them. Travel can be some of the best education, and the people you meet while traveling can be the best teachers.

Last but not least, don’t be afraid to camp! The US has KOAs (Kampgrounds of America) ALL over the place. KOA is a campground chain with mini cabins that already have beds/sinks/kitchens/bathrooms (depending on which one you rent), sections for parking RVs and campers, and regular tent-camping sites with electricity plug-ins, grills, and  fire pits. The KOA is super affordable, and I once lived at the one in my college town, in my tent, with my best friend and my dog while we were between leases. The KOA has clean bathrooms and clean showers, and a little store from which you can get basic groceries, toiletries, and camping supplies. The KOA is pet friendly as well, and the staff has been really kind and accommodating at the KOAs I’ve been to. Of course, you can also camp at regular campgrounds, but I can’t say anything specific about these as they’re all different. Keep in mind, though, you can’t just camp anywhere! It’s usually illegal just to set up a campground wherever you feel like, and you can literally never know whether you’re on someone’s property. KOAs tend to be well lit, and in my experience, fairly safe, so I’ll stick to recommending this one. If you don’t have to look like the Queen of England every day of your trip, definitely consider a campsite like the KOA. 

4. Choose & book excursions wisely— 

     Don’t fall victim to showy advertising. Just about every tour everywhere claims to be the “best way to see” this, that, and the other. Make sure you check out Tripadvisor or something similar before you commit to spending your money on something you could have done for way cheaper, or even for free. TripAdvisor not only offers reviews on popular tourism spots, but also has general forums about pretty much every destination under the sun. Use it!!

     Tourist traps exist everywhere so make sure you do your best to identify them. A lot of national parks offer private tours, when you could take yourself around and see just as much if you know where to look. Don’t pay the extra $30 for the photos unless it was the best experience of your life. If you can, ask locals what the best way is to experience or see a certain thing. They will almost never point you in the direction of the most expensive, english-named, tour company, but instead tell you the actual best and cheapest way of doing something.

     Some things are just, unavoidably, tourist things to do. I took an ATV tour through the jungle last week that I’m sure no local would have suggested to me, but I looked through Viator for an hour or so first to find the most affordable and highest rated one. Chances are, if you see an ad for something cool, there are fifteen more companies selling the exact same experience. The first one you come across is usually the most expensive! Check reviews, prices, and what is and isn’t included before you book. 

     Also, it’s almost always cheaper to book directly through the company offering the service. While it’s easier to book online, or through something like Viator, it’s usually best to call the company directly to book your excursion. Booking websites and platforms charge a convenience fee, which is how they make their money and why they allow these companies to be advertised on their website. My old job booked through a platform called Fareharbor, which, while easy and quick to do online, charged the customer a convenience fee each time it was used. There’s nothing wrong with this, but it’s good to know.

     These four things (not expecting luxury, utilizing different forms of transportation, being creative when it comes to accommodations, and choosing/booking excursions wisely) are the four biggest tips for traveling frugally. My last weekend trip cost me $10 in transportation, $17 for sleeping arrangements, and $65 for an awesome excursion (But I could have just as easily gone without it, only spending $27 on a weekend at the beach). These are the big money savers, but there are a few smaller things you can do to save even more money during your travels:

-Resist hawkers— whatever they’re selling can come from a local grocery store or literally anywhere else for so much cheaper than they’re trying to sell it to you. They’ll try every trick in the book to get you to forget this.

-Don’t buy yourself things from souvenir shops— these shops are designed specifically for tourists, meaning they are way more expensive than they need to be. A souvenir from Madrid doesn’t have to say Madrid on it— you’ll remember where you got whatever it is, especially if you found something really cool in an out-of-the-way marketplace you happened upon in your travels. You wouldn’t spend all your money in a Wings Plus at the beach, would you?

-Look for the locals— if there aren’t any eating in that restaurant, or shopping in that store, skip it. Locals have to eat and shop somewhere, so find out where this goes on, and go there. This is the best way to avoid tourist traps, and also the best way to experience culture like a local.

-Talk to people— Aside from the people trying to sell you things and strangers catcalling you on the street, talk to people! They can tell you where to go and what to do without wasting your money. Whether you talk to other travelers (pick someone without jorts and keens on for best results) or locals, everyone has something to say. Everyone wants to give you a bit of sage advice, so break your mom’s rules and talk to strangers. Just don’t go anywhere with them.

     So there you have it. My expert guide to travel! I’m very lucky to be in a place where travel is so cheap and where I speak the language, and I’m lucky to have friends all over the US reminding me of their open invitations for me to come visit. Travel definitely does involve a little bit of luck, but with my handy little guide, hopefully you’ll be able to make some luck of your own. If I forgot anything, or if you know some tips I don’t, feel free to shoot me a message on literally any platform (Facebook, LinkedIn, Instagram), or my submit box here on Tumblr. 

Happy traveling!

Other than that, there’s no bananas.

----V

[deregirls]

Ok since bitches wanna say I'm lying, here's everything my roommate has done:

Took a five day trip a bit after we moved. We were struggling to pay rent and they took the whole week off work. All they talked about was how they were going to have sex. I had to pay their part of rent so they could have a booty call. They are now frequently guilt tripping and shitting on my fiance and i for taking theme park trips. We have season passes and don't have to pay for hotels bc my fiance has friends near the parks.

FREQUENTLY bought useless shit while we were struggling. I recall one case where we were freaking out about rent for the month and they bought a 200 dollar vibrator. When we were trying to save after this move they got tattoo after tattoo. My fiance and I've had to cover their rent MANY times while they bought useless shit.

I ate a SINGLE BAG for their pizza rolls. I thought they were everyone's bc every bag we got before that was everyone. They verbally abused me over this, stole some things from me, and caused me to develop an eating disorder bc i was so fucking scared to eat thinking they might abuse me. I've lost 30 pounds because they couldn't just ask me to buy another fucking bag.

Constantly. CONSTANTLY, they would get snippy and mean with me. For no reason.

When we had food stamps, they would send us mile long lists of food. We usually spent more on them then the two of us combined. When we no longer qualified bc of my fiances job paying more and they had food stamps, they wouldn't buy us a thing. They kept everything they bought in their room and almost never shared.

They guilted us into getting a cat. We were only allowed 2 cats prior our lease and already had 2. The processed to never pay for food or litter, maybe bought toys once, never fed them, never cleaned out the litter boxes, never did anything. They were never home to play with him. When we asked them to stay and care for the cats for 3 DAYS so we could go on our anniversary trip, they complained. They did nothing for this cat. When we kicked them out, they wanted to keep him despite him being bonded to the other cats, not recognizing them, not moving well, and their boyfriend's family having aggressive cats and not believing in vet care.

After i went to the psych ward and got fired for it, i was very obviously EXTREMELY depressed. They judged and criticized me for not doing a whole lot. (Btw when my fiance was on a trip i did the dishes and packed some)

Speaking of that trip, my fiance asked them to stay home while they were gone bc i do not do well being home alone. They did not even once say HI to me. Even when i said hi first.

Has not helped with the move at all (which is insane since they gave me shit for not packing while so depressed i couldn't move and almost had to go to the psych ward again). WE had to move THEIR heavy stuff out of their room. While we were sweating and slaving, getting sick, nearly passing out, in so much pain we couldn't WALK, they were at work (i called off btw!!!) And then cozy at their boyfriend's house.

Claimed THEY don't feel safe/comfortable at home when THEY are the one who gave me an ED. They only don't feel safe bc i stand up for myself

They fake did. Plain and simple. They're faking. If they aren't, they're LYING about their alters role. They told my fiance their partner has sex with their little and when they said "uuhhh that's a a child" the alter magically changed to just being shy the next day. Ok.

We had a hearing a week or so ago bc our landlords screwed up, and my fiance and i (both disabled to the point of needing mobility aids) sat down before them. They scoffed and rolled their eyes.

They got mad when i invited my family over. While we were playing Jackbox they were clearly not having fun and brought down the mood. Also afterwards they sent a very aggressive text in the household GC.

When we were at Cedar Point, we rode a family ride with some kids that were...admittedly loud but they're KIDS. After we got off the ride, they said FAIRLY LOUDLY that they want to hit the kids. They also insisted on bringing their weed pen into the park. Both of these things could have gotten us banned from the park.

There's. So much more but I'm too fucking tired and I'm almost home from work.

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Well, here in my little University town, it is officially move in day for the residence students. That means that not only is campus flooded with new students and their folks, but the 7-11 I go to every freakin Sunday for my junk food meal of chicken wings and a corn dog is going to be beyond packed and utterly destroyed. That also means that Casa del Failure is packed again.

Once again it’s me, your favourite failure, with my precious Bowser Kitten and the Amazingly Awesome Boyfriend taking care of the place. I do most of the general cleaning int he common areas and small repairs; AAB does all the yard work, the really dirty work, and scrubs out rooms when people move out; and Bowser Kitten is in charge of pest control. We have our quirky and quite strange roommate A, who failed to learn how a slow cooker works in his 46 years on this planet (at least I think he’s from this planet), on the main floor with us. In the basement is our young student C, who Bowser absolutely adores right now, taking up the most recently vacated room. And our newest addition is a recent masters graduate we’ll call J, whose girlfriend was my next-door neighbour and babysitting charge more than 15 years ago in a whole other city.

Yes, once again I am living in a house full of dudes. This is a two ovary household still.

So far, things don’t seem too bad. The only real problem we had was with the people moving OUT of rooms. Over the years that I’ve been here, our basement has become quite the collection of randomness that people seem to think I either want or have a burning desire to get rid of for them. Seriously, our little storage area in the basement (which is really just a wide open area when you first come down the stairs with no organizational structure at all) is beyond filed, with things spilling out into the basement common area (where we keep the really really comfy couch).

  Yes, that is a random tire, a whole bunch of styrofoam, an old broken fan, and a box of old used beer pitchers.  Seriously, what the hell do people think I’m going to do with this crap? It’s not like they left it behind and said, “I don’t have access to a truck to haul this off to the dump. Can I leave it here so you can take it the next time you go?”. They just left it behind in a big pile down there. And that’s not all that’s been left behind over the years, either.

  That right there is most of a Christmas tree, a treadmill, a box of Christmas lights (which I am actually keeping and putting up in the living room because the lighting sucks in there), and a box of Christmas ornaments. A few of those ornaments were made for the guy who left them here by his freakin son!  So now not only do I have to find a way to get all of this crap to the dump, I have to haul a fucking treadmill up the ridiculously awkward basement stairs!

It gets worse too, Sunshine. When AAB moved in here, the landlord cut a deal with him and paid him to clean out the rooms and bathroom in the basement. Why? Because the last tenant who lived down there (who left the tires, a box of wires and chords, and a few old alarm clocks) was a huge pig. It looked like he had tried to sweep before leaving, but just left piles of dirt and debris all over the bedroom floor. There were old McDonald’s bags from months before, random school papers everywhere, and the bathroom hadn’t been cleaned once in the year he was living down there. AAB spent days down there hauling up garbage, scrubbing layers of mold off the bathroom shower, and basically sanitizing the entire basement.

Sad thing is, this isn’t the first or last time this has happened.  The most recent dude to leave here left behind the tree, Christmas things, random end tables everywhere (who the hell has so many tables for no reason? I mean besides me now), and just garbage everywhere. And of course, no one can forget the guy who lived in my room before me who didn’t vacuum for more than a year. Even after vacuuming the carpet multiple times, I wound up having an allergic reaction to something that had been ground in there and was covered in hives for 94 days.

Yes, 94 fucking days of hives. In the middle of summer, when sweat made the hives worse.

Living in a house you don’t own doesn’t give you free reign to trash the place or disrespect the owners (or your roommates). There are so many simple, little things that you can do to avoid pissing off everyone and someday ending up on some random person’s blog as their Roommate From Hell. So, here for your reading pleasure, I give you…….

The Failed GrownUp’s Guide to Not Being a Complete And Total Ass Waffle of a Roommate

#1: Clean Up Your Fucking Messes

This doesn’t just mean “scrape the berries off the ceiling after you try to make a smoothie in a blender with no lid and cause a giant purple delicious explosion in the kitchen”. Did you use the kitchen counter? Then grab a rag, or a clean sponge, or one of those disinfectant wipes, and wipe the fucking thing down. Use dishes? Fucking wash them!

It’s not rocket surgery here, but it’s the one thing I hear the most complaints about from people I know who are living with roommates. There’s nothing worse than coming home at the end of a long day, wanting nothing more than to throw a bunch of shit into a pot on the stove and make random deliciousness, and finding out that every fucking pot in the damn house is dirty and sitting in the sink. What makes it even worse is when you realize you haven’t touched the pots in days, they were clean right after you used them, and it’s the same fucking roommate using up everything all the time and just leaving it for you to clean.

This isn’t just in the kitchen, either. I could’ve avoided 94 fucking days of hives if someone had just picked up a vacuum every now and then and ran it across the carpet. It’s not a huge room, it only takes a few minutes. Hell, I got a shitty little handheld vacuum with a hose attachment to spot vacuum when I need it in here!

Just generally, clean up after yourself. You know all the shit your parents always bitched at you for, like picking up your socks and not leaving wet towels on the floor? I mean that shit. Pick up things you drop on the floor. If you take stuff into a common area, unless there’s a specific place you can put it, take it with you when you leave. I’m fucking horrible for this, always have been. I’ll take a pile of books, papers, and pens and just leave it somewhere when I leave the room. It’s something I consciously try to avoid doing, though, because I don’t want to be an asshole.

#2: Unless You’re Actually Trying to Wake the Dead, Pipe the Fuck Down

The student life is fucking weird, and you keep the most bizarre hours sometimes. I can remember staying up for like 36 hours sorting through research once, taking a nap at like 10 am and then waking up at 2 pm to start writing for the next 5 hours. Between the classes, the class work, working a job or two, volunteering, clubs and societies, parties, and some semblance of a social life, you find yourself doing strange things like going to 7-11 at 3:30 am for coffee and a RockStar, and then going back again at 3:30 pm for the same thing. There is no one set schedule that all, or even most, students live on. That’s why it’s so damn important to pipe the fuck down.

If you have roommates, unless you’re sitting in the same room together right this very second, you don’t know if they’re sleeping. Or, at the very least, trying to sleep. I once had a roommate who had this big old tv in her room, which was right next to mine. She didn’t care if I worked late the night before, or was up all night writing papers. By 10 am her TV was on and cranked as loud as it would go. I could go downstairs to the living room, turn on the tv down there, and STILL hear her TV. I couldn’t sleep during the day in my own room, let alone take a quick nap unless I had hit the point of total exhaustion where I could sleep through anything.

I admit that I’ve been the loud and annoying roommate at times. Sometimes, if I know everyone is awake, I love to blast some tunes in the shower and sing along. And just so you know, the Bowser Kitten has a better singing voice than I do, and he’s a fucking cat. Still, I now try to do that only when I know everyone is awake and most (if not all) of them are out of the house.

You generally don’t know when someone is sleeping, or napping, or trying to concentrate. I’m not saying you have to tiptoe around the house as quiet as a fucking mime. Let’s be honest here, mime’s are fucking creepy and I would never tell you to act like one! Just be a little considerate. Keep your shows and music at a somewhat reasonable volume.

Why am I sounding more and more like my mother while I write this?

#3: Not Everyone Is Your New Bestie

I’m a pretty solitary person usually. I practice voluntary hermit-ism. If it wasn’t for AAB, I would only leave my room to go to work and take a shit. I’m not totally anti-social or anything. I mean, if I run into a roommate while we’re both in the kitchen or something, I’ll chit chat. I’ve had roommates before who I was friends with, and we would sit around at night and watch tv together. I’m not living here to make friends, though.

All those TV shows where random people live in close proximity to each other and instantly become inseparable best friends for life are a lie. A bold-faced, spit in your eye, slap you across the face, help you move into a new apartment while they fuck your girlfriend in the closet at your old place, LIE!  Living under the same roof does not instantly make you best friends.

My one roommate “A” is constantly trying to strike up a conversation with me. If I’m chilling in the kitchen, I’ll chit chat for a bit while I cook. That’s fine with me. But just a few minutes ago I was cleaning the basement out. I was picking up mattresses and throwing them into a pile, moving the junk people have left behind, and “A” came downstairs. So there I am, hoisting a mattress up over my head while trying to walk around piles of junk, and he just starts rambling on to me about something-or-other. Next thing I know, he’s trying to push mattresses around back into the spaces I was pulling them out of! While I’m pulling stuff out of a tight spot, he’s pushing against and just rambling on about random bullshit.

I know, he’s lonely. He’s always trying to talk to anyone within earshot around here. I’ve taken to hiding when I hear his door open sometimes. It’s just annoying. Like, I just wanted to throw some old mattresses around and check all the Christmas lights that were down there in total peace. It’s my procrastination from writing. I clear my mind, blow off some steam, and lift heavy things over my head for a bit. I didn’t need him undoing my work while rambling my fucking ear off.

Don’t think that everyone in your house will want to sit around and let you talk their ear off. I have had roommates that I grew to be good friends with, some that I actively hate, but most of them were just sorta here. We didn’t chat, or hang out, or go out anywhere together. Sure, we talked when we were in the same room. I can tell you a few things I learned about each of them, and we had some laughs. Hell, I had a roommate I never spoke to outside of our kitchen who I bonded with over a few very large bottles of red wine while we tried to learn about wine tasting in an effort to sound smart at networking events (we failed massively and wound up very hungover instead). He’s moved out since then, and we don’t keep in touch. It’s not a big deal, we’re just not friends.

When you’re renting with random people or people you don’t know very well, don’t try and force the friendship. You might wind up friends with some of them, you might not. It’s no big deal, you don’t have to be everyone’s friend.

And NEVER, under any circumstances, try to force a new roommate into a “fun-filled” night in with you and all your favourite things. A friend had a new roommate try this, and said roommate pitched a fit when my lactose-intolerant vegetarian friend wouldn’t sit around eating burgers and drinking milkshakes for hours during one of the busiest weeks before exams.

#4: Is That Yours? Then Why The Fuck Are You Using It?

Years ago I had to walk home in the pouring rain, and the only thing that kept me going was the thought of grabbing my biggest pot and making ALL the pasta for me and a friend. Like, we were walking in the freezing cold, rain soaking through our clothes, umbrella ripped to shreds from the wind, and all we could talk about was smothering pasta in butter and sopping up the butter with fresh hot bread. Pretty sure the rain was washing away massive amounts of drool. We finally get to my place, change out of our wet clothes, head to the kitchen to start cooking……. and all my pots are gone. I had four fucking pots, and they were ALL gone! A few minutes of snooping and we found all four of them, full of my roommate’s food, used up in the fridge.

This wasn’t the first time, or the last time, this particular roommate took my cookware. I’d come home from class and my stuff would just be gone. When I announced I was moving out, he actually had the nerve to try and hide some of my stuff from me! In the end, I did lose a few things in the move because of him. He grabbed stupid random shit (a toaster, a fan, frying pan, three plates and a bowl from a 4-person place setting) and locked it in his room for the week while he was out of town.  I couldn’t get them before I left.

If you’re my roommate and you ask me if you can borrow something, 99% of the time I’ll let you. I can’t help it, I’m Canadian to a fault and way too fucking nice to say ‘no’ to someone in need. All you have to do is ask. And I know a shit tonne of people who are the same way.

If you’re the one who needs to borrow something, don’t just reach for it unless you know you can use it. Don’t assume that just because your roommate doesn’t hoard their things in their bedroom, they’re fair game for everyone to use.  This kinda brings us to my last point for the day……

#5: Treat Everyone’s Shit As If It Was Your Shit

An old roommate had a bunch of roommates over the years in his house. Most of them were pretty chill, easy enough to live with. One turned out to be a disrespectful piece of shit who cost my friend and his landlord money over the time of this guy’s lease. Carpets had to be replaced because he never vacuumed them or cleaned up spills. He would burn cookware and just throw it back into the cupboard. He’d borrow a jacket or a sweater and just leave it somewhere random. He peeled paint off the walls, left food to rot on the counters, and even put holes in one of the walls. Nice enough guy, just a fucking nightmare to live with.

You’re paying money to live in someone else’s house. Don’t treat it like you’re Motley Cru and it’s a hotel room in 1986. It’s someone’s fucking property, their home. How would you feel if this was your place and someone treated it that way? Nevermind the anger from being disrespected, you’d probably be fucking pissed off about the money you’ve got to shell out for repairs!

If you borrow something from someone, treat it like it’s your own. Take care of it, wash it, give it back in one piece, and if something does happen to it then you damn well better replace it. Don’t treat your place and your roommate’s stuff like this is your personal playground.

  All in all, if you want to not follow any of these tips, just remember one thing: someday you might need a reference. Most of the apartments in this area require AT LEAST one former landlord as a reference and more and more are asking for references from former roommates. So if you’re a giant dickwad to your roommates, lose and destroy their things, destroy the room you’re renting, and are just a horrible fucking human in general when it comes to renting, what are the chances anyone would want to give you a good reference?

Well Sunshine, the sun aint’ shining anymore today. I’m going to grab my sandwich and a glass of whiskey, throw on the comfy pants, and throw on a horror movie or three. Hope any of you moving for the start of the school year made it through the move safely, and without losing your shit (literally and figuratively).

The Failed GrownUp’s Guide to Not Being a Complete And Total Ass Waffle of a Roommate Well, here in my little University town, it is officially move in day for the residence students.

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Welcome to Among Us, DANA! NOAH FLANAGAN ( with the faceclaim of JAMIE BLACKLEY ) has found shelter in NEW ATHENS, where we hope HE will fit in nicely. Please make sure to check the “after applying” section of our navigation here!

It’s quite ironic and downright funny and sad to see a child of Spes, goddess of hope, in such a seemingly hopeless situation. He has enough demons on his own ( having a hard time opening up to people being one of them ), and then he’s just dropped into this new situation he isn’t comfortable in. It will be interesting to see how he will try to work with that again, as well as dealing, in general, with this journey, in combination with his girlfriend and the changes they go through together. This sad, emotionally drained man hopefully finds some peace among us.

AND YOU ARE…?

What is your full name, and when were you born?

“My full name? Noah Wyatt Flanagan. But don’t tell anyone else that please? I was born on January 3rd, 1997. I just missed being a New Year’s baby by two days. It really is a new year new me every year!”

Have you been claimed, or do you belong to a legacy? If yes, state your godly parent / heritage.

“Of course I’ve been claimed. My mother is Spes. She’s the goddess of hope. It’s a little bit ironic given the current state of things, but it’s pretty cool having her as a mom. I guess…I don’t really have any powers so that made it really easy to fit in before. I mean, since I pretty much dropped off the face of the Earth after the incident, I guess it’s not too much of a secret anymore. It kind of makes me worry about my family back in Michigan sometimes.”

Where are you currently based? Are you attending a Camp (Half-Blood / Jupiter), or are you living full-time in New Athens / New Rome? Is it a combination of both?

“I split my time between New Rome and New Athens. My dad and my step-mom still live in New Rome and I live in New Athens with my girlfriend and our dog. I’m in my seventh year of service at Camp Jupiter, so that’s pretty awesome. I mean I’m almost done, so that’s cool. It’s a bit different than I thought it would be. Then again, I never thought I would feel trapped somewhere that I used to like so much. I used to think that I would be able to travel and stuff after I finished my years of service, but I guess I put my life on hold.” Noah slumps down in his chair a little bit, looking a little uncomfortable.

Can you tell us a little bit about yourself? ( If you’re applying for a canon character, are you diverging from book-canon? If so, how?)

Noah clears his throat and runs a hand through his hair. “Sure thing. I’m 20 years old and I have a little sister who’s almost 19. When I’m at Camp Jupiter, I’m in the Second Cohort. I was pretty full of it for a while, too. I was a dick to…a lot of people. A lot more people than I would like to admit, actually. I walked all over everyone.”

“I’ve pulled myself together a lot in the past 3 years, though. I like to think I’m a better person than I was before. I like to read books and watch historical tv shows even though a lot of them are inaccurate as fuck. I don’t really have a lot of friends in New Athens but it’s totally cool. I mean it, really!”

“I really like musicals, don’t tell anyone I told you that or I swear. People don’t have a lot of respect for your Roman ass when they find out you know all the words to Dancing Through Life. I actually get to live with my girlfriend now, so I guess that’s a plus about living in New Athens. It sucks though. We’re kind of struggling a little to pay rent. Don’t tell her I told you that, but we’re looking for roommates so we’re coping. I help pay the bills by helping my dad. I guess the housing market in New Rome and New Athens really starts to boom when people get called back without a choice.” He wrings his hands nervously, looking around the room to avoid eye contact.

What were you doing prior to The Recall?

Noah shifts uncomfortably in his seat for a moment, “I…I was studying engineering with a minor in architecture at the University of Michigan. It wasn’t too far from home which was good because I got to visit my family a lot and they loved me being so close. Michigan gets really cold sometimes, but at least we got to see the snow around Christmas time I miss it there sometimes.”

He clears his throat, fidgeting a little more. “I haven’t been able to bring myself to go back to school since we got to New Athens…it’s too different. I don’t really want to settle down in a place where I don’t really feel comfortable, you know? I’m sorry I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

SHOWTIME!

Noah Flanagan had gotten good at hiding his feelings when he was younger. No one liked it when someone complained too much or talked about themselves more than anything else. As a 14 year-old kid, Noah fell into the habit of telling people that everything was fine even though he felt like he was crumbling on the inside. At 17, he realized how unhealthy it was for him to act like that. Opening up to people was one of the biggest challenges he thought he would ever face, but he did it. Slowly but surely. Being a little abrasive, it was still hard for him to make friends. He made do with what he had just like he always did.

Coming back to California was not what he expected to do so quickly. He was doing so well on the outside, getting his life together, going to school, and getting ready to build his own life. The tiny apartment in New Athens wasn’t exactly what he’d had in mind for his first place with his girlfriend, Finley. The only plus side was that the landlord let them keep their dog with them as long as they promised to clean up after him. Noah would spend half his days helping his dad with his business or walking the dog through the streets, smiling to himself as the little dog sniffed everything in sight.

It was only when he was by himself that he realized how he was really feeling. He felt miserable in New Athens. Surrounded by people who he had been taught to thought were the enemy for so long, he couldn’t help but feel constantly on edge around them. Sure, there were a few people (mostly distant cousins of Finley’s) that he didn’t mind being around, but the majority made him feel uneasy. Still, when Finn got home on most days, he would have dinner ready. It was the least he could do since he wasn’t going to school. Somedays, she would ask him if he was sure he was feeling alright. Noah would flash her the same reassuring grin every time: “I’m fine, Finn. Everything’s fine.”

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1. Your rent was 350 a month including bills. From each person.. You paid 280 a month for two ever since you moved in. Then there were months that I waived because “things were tight” and I understood. That was me giving you a kindness.

2. Your accounts were almost always negative, or so you constantly told me. 280 equaled one of your paychecks, or so you always told me which was why you needed to have your payments split up.

3. Your rent was due on the first of the month no later than the 10th. Frequently I didn’t get rent until the middle of the second week, past the tenth, if at all.

4. I LIED for you to the lawyer from whom you will be renting. I said there was no issues with your dogs despite that one of them is definitely no longer housebroken, that I probably will have to replace the WOODEN flooring in one of the rooms due to damages caused by piss and shit from said dogs. Ignoring the fact that the carpeting I ripped up was so disgusting it’s not even funny, or the amount of PISS AND SHIT I have to clean out of the rest of the house because I honestly DOUBT you will clean it yourself. You never cleaned the places we were in so thoroughly before after all. I said there was no issues with your rent being on time to ensure you got the place you so desperately wanted.

5. I never mentioned your height as being a frightening factor -- although I would like to remind you how you frequently HELD ME DOWN when I was in a panic. I can snap you in two? Yeah, considering how you could tackle me down and hold me there I doubt so.

6. Your sister threatened me first. Reminder “I will fuck you up if you keep talking that way to my sister!” that she shouted first. Reminder that she has knives and knows how to use them, I don’t and I can’t. Reminder that she has guns and knows how to use them, I don’t and I can’t. Reminder that your sister is fucking terrifying. At this point I can’t even remember the shit I was saying because of the blind panic I was in.

7. You know how the police respond to someone who is obviously distressed, yet you still called them. My father asking you to point out that I was in a panic was a kindness to ME, to ensure I wouldn’t be fucking SHOT AT because you felt threatened from the panic attack you drove me into with your aggressive behavior.

8. You put your hand over my mouth, something I’ve told you repeatedly I cannot handle because of the number of times when I’ve been in such a bad panic state and my own MOTHER did so to smother me to shut me up. You did the same actions to SHUT ME UP.

9. You threw the lease when it didn’t have the information you so desperately wanted. You admitted you were aggressive. You admitted you came off aggressive. You know my history with people being aggressive. You still tried to pressure me to have a conversation I could not feasibly have in the mental state that I was in. Adult conversations when one party is aggressive and the other is currently fighting their fight or flight instinct due to that aggressiveness is not possible.

10. I’ve apologized. You haven’t. I doubt you ever will, because you never do. You’ll drag everyone down with you and I await the day when they realize how abusive you actually are. You know the reason I quit therapy? Because my therapist said I was in an abusive household from my roommates. That the woman I cared for a great deal was abusing. I refused to believe her so I stopped. I couldn’t abide by such lies. Jokes on fucking me, isn’t it?

11.I don’t think you realize this but you kept me isolated and dependent wholly upon you. You fostered the destruction of my relationship with my parents over having a relationship with you. You fostered a need to take care of you. You urged me to use my parents for their money only when it benefited you. When I do so at any other time you looked down upon me and made me feel like the scum of the earth. I couldn’t do anything in my own home without ensuring that it didn’t step upon you or your issues. I couldn’t eat because food was marked for someone else, even if I replaced what I ate, or because it was the last item in the house and that threw you into a panic attack to have that last item eaten without your permission--or maybe the food was specifically for you but you hadn’t labeled it. Or maybe because you just didn’t make enough for me too, but for everyone else. I couldn’t talk about things I liked unless it coincided with your viewpoints or I’d get the stink eye and basically be rejected until I returned to the fold. I couldn’t talk about new things because you’d inevitably figure out the plot before you could play if I mentioned something as random as a horse. You wanted my Wii U when you told me you planned to move out because I would “have a Nintendo Switch” by that point.

12. You co-opted my friends. I don’t have any friends but those connected to you, now, and the majority of them will listen to you because you have that way with words. You have the ability to spin anything in the direction you want, convince anyone of what you want, because you were raised in the art of sneaky subtle conversation and I can’t. I’m autistic and incapable of proper communication like you.

So yeah. I’m the one whose obviously in the wrong because I couldn’t have an adult conversation because I was in a blind panic. Because you threw me back into that small 16 year old mindset whose mother beat him, whose mother attempted to kill him every time he broke down. Because you were aggressive and angry because I asked you to pay 280 dollars in rent and not some weird “verbal agreement” that I made under the impression the lease actually agreed with you. After the number of times I lied to my parents for you. That I lied to your new landlord for you. That I gave you free access to my car. That I gave you rides. That I prioritized you over me because if I didn’t you’d get upset. I’m the one in the wrong.

I was wrong in my reaction. I was wrong in what I said and wrong in how I said it. I couldn’t control the manner in which I responded because of the blind panic I was in. You could control your aggression and aggressive outburst and you didn’t, but I’m still in the wrong. Only me. Sure.