#but the day i get a gf i'll tell her to make a tumblr just so we can get these matching pfp for a day

[martinmynster]

this is the best thing that happened in kpop since knkstro i think. to me at least

[matan4il]

Daily update post:

A 47 years old mother and her 15 years old son were seriously injured in a Hezbollah rocket attack today, aimed at the northern city of Kiryat Shmona. I'll just point out that even though the Iran-funded terrorism group always claims their attacks on Israelis are a retaliation for this or for that, they chose to open fire at Israel on Oct 7 (when this country was busy with Hamas terrorists still infiltrating it in the south), and they haven't stopped since.

I just wanted to show you what it looks like when Israel's border is being fired at, but please keep in mind that Iron Dome was only implemented in 2011, but we have been fired at by one hostile entity or another (often more than one) for a very long time. I can't remember a time when we weren't afraid of rockets being fired at us. And Iron Dome, as demonstrated again today, with all due respect to it, is like every other defence system: it's not foolproof. Any person who wouldn't accept being at the receiving end of these rocket barrages, has no right to demand that Israel continues to accept this distorted reality.

(audio: Golda Meir)

So this is a reminder that this is what Israel has been dealing with almost non-stop since Oct 7 from several fronts.

Here in Israel, we continue to follow with alarm the rise of antisemitic incidents around the globe. This time, I have to share with you this horrifying bit of news, about a Jewish student, Lahav Shapira, being beaten so badly, that he had to be hospitalized and undergo surgery for the facial injuries that he endured at the hands of an Arab (so called "pro-Palestinian") student. Police says this was following an argument over the war in Gaza, Lahav's family says he and his gf were stalked, then he was jumped, while the attacker shouted, "Why are you posting pictures of kidnapped people?" To make matters worse, this happened in Berlin, and Lahav is the grandson of an Israeli athelete who was murdered by Palestinian terrorists in Germany, while he was participating in the 1972 Olympic Games. Berlin's Free University's response was weak, focused on explaining that the law prevents them from expelling the attacking student.

While ignorant social media users insist that what's happening to the Palestinians is a genocide, the niece of Qatar-based Hamas leader Ismail Haniyeh gave birth in an Israeli hospital. Her baby was born prematurely, and is taken care of in the NICU. Haniyeh has 3 sisters who married Israeli Bedouin Arabs, got Israeli citizenship through that, and live in Israel with full citizen rights. I've worked with so many victims of actual cases of genocide, and NONE went to get medical treatment from the people who were massacring them.

I've now seen Tumblr posts accusing Israel of bombing over one million people in Rafah. These are posts referring to the rescue raid, where Israeli soldiers raided one apartment, SAVED two hostages, and then left. If you're trying to save two hostages from terrorists who would kill their prisoners and themselves first, you wanna sneak in there as discreetly as possible. You wouldn't bomb an entire city. Even Hamas' false spin, blaming Israel of a massacre (and don't forget that Hamas is the organization telling the world how many died during this operation), didn't try to claim that the IDF attacked the whole population of the city. There's something insanely wrong in a reality where people on social media uncritically pass along lies that not even a terrorist organization dares to tell.

The graduating student in the cap is Matan Levi.

He studied law, and was about to have his graduation ceremony when Hamas' massacre took place. He left everything, and went south to fight as a reservist that verey day. On Oct 14, he was hit by a mortar, and when he woke up in the hospital, he discovered that he had lost his eyesight. According to his own account, that was very hard to hear, but his first thought was regarding how this won't break him, how he can move on from this. Since then, he's been accompanied by a former soldier named Amit Barel:

Amit fought and was injured in the Second Lebanon War, back in 2006. He lost his sight, too. He has since developed a career, married, and had kids. He's a part of a program where wounded former soldiers are helping those who have been recently injured to cope with their new challenges. He said that simply seeing that life is possible even with serious injuries is very helpful to a lot of the newly wounded soldiers. I thought it's inspirational, how people can put their misfortune to good use, to help others, how these new bonds and friendships get formed, so I wanted to share the story of this touching project.

But I also wanted to reflect on how Israel is a society of wounded people. Not just physically. We have the collective trauma caused by thousands of years of antisemitic persecution, including the Holocaust and the expulsion of Mizrachi Jews from Arab and Muslim countries, and we have the on going trauma caused by the continued use of violence against us in a war that was started against us in 1947, and has never really ended, whatever form it has taken at different points in time. No one has a right to speak about this conflict, unless they're willing to acknowledge this hurt, too.

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

[twopoppies]

https://www.tumblr.com/twopoppies/726931328990412800/you-know-its-funny-because-o-was-so-fussy-and?source=share

I'll disagree with the anon that nobody is caring. I think what happens is your view of how much traction something gets is based on your personal dash on whatever social media you use and if I was on larrie tumblr and twitter only I'd think the same thing but that's really because there's nothing for us to say. Taylor is honestly unproblematic, there's nothing going on, what's there to talk about. Anon might be too used to holivia which was like watching a car crash so the talk was constant because every day we were like this wasn't on our bingo card... But since leaving larrie twitter, I don't interact with it (I couldn't stand the stupidity of their discourses) but I interact with Harry content so I have a more broad Harry fandom on my dash, and also from tik tok, I can tell you gf harries are eating it up. A huge number of them is watching her films and buying tickets for the play. They're very happy because she's "relatable" for them and proof that they're "his type" (I legit saw a video of a girl saying this). So the engagement is there. I think they're just going lowkey with the paps right now bc holivia was so overpapped that the gp started questioning the legitimacy if it. The fans are doing a good enough job for now.

I do think they’re back to doing things the way they did with Camille, for example. Which we all should be really grateful for. Olivia was so narcissistic and so intent on making herself the main character that it was incredibly obvious that the relationship wasn’t real and Harry came out of that ordeal looking like an idiot. So people who want to believe that Harry actually dates women, and that they could be “his type“, will love the way this one is going. They see this as “low-key“. And if it’s low-key, then it must be real. 🙄 Honestly, I truly don’t care. As long as he isn’t miserable, then they’re both getting their apparently much-needed PR and she’s not getting shoved in our faces. It’ll be over when it’s over, and life goes on. 

[cherryblossombombs]

WAIT, I have a extra fic idea on "how inko responded to izuku coming out" and the how memory looked. Not the full story but little snapshots of how the whole story would go (warning on some homophobia). if someone could fill in the gaps and post it on Ao3/tumblr, I would love that and virtually/spiritually give you good vibes.✨️✨️

it would be one day at primary (or like kindergarten/1st grade) school

It's recess and all the kids are playing.

katsuki and his friends decide to play a game called "heroes and villains" where one player is the hero and has to chase the other player, who play's the villain.

Katsuki automatically says that he's playing hero since he has the coolest quirk and two of his friends can be the villains.

Katsuki decides that since izuku is the quirkless, he going to obviously need him to saved him and says that izuku will be playing his girlfriend how got kidnapped by the villain

Izuku begins to blush and says that "but I'm a boy and bfs and gfs have to hug and hold hands"

katsuki gets annoyed "you got a problem with that deku?"

"n-no"

"good. besides, you're quirkless and need to be saved by someone cool like me, now go find a flower to put in your stupid head so it looks more convincing"

"o-okay"

Izuku goes to find a flower in the grass (he's tries to find the best one, so kacchan can be impressed with him)

the teacher finds izuku searching in the grass alone, sighs and goes up to him

"izuku, what did I you about searching for insects? I thought you were going to work on that?"

"oh, hi senpai! no, not this time! I'm looking for a flower to wear for kacchan"

"why would he make you do that?"

"because we're playing heroes and villains, and he said that I could play his girlfriend!"

"Izuku, you can't do that"

"what?"

"You can't play to be katsuki's girlfriend. It's bad enough that you're quirkless. boys can't be other boys girlfriends"

"but, kacchan said it was oka-"

"Katsuki is just trying to humiliate you. You are too young to think about things like that"

izuku would to begin to get upset. he really wants to hold kacchans hand and senpai is not letting him do it. "but I want to-"

"I'm going to katsuki, and telling him to stop embarrassing you, I'll go find him a girl for him to play his girlfriend"

After that I can see izuku starting to tear up "b-but, I-I want to--"

"Now Izuku, don't make me put you in time out for taking back to me." she takes his arm and starts going back to the building "you should stop hanging with that boy, he's not a good influence for you. I should find you other quirkless kids for you to play with, and--"

After that I can see izuku starting crying and trying to force his arm out of the teachers hand.

The teacher would try to calm him down and say that he's being troublesome.

Izuku wouldn't stop crying and now it started to get the attention of the other kids.

The teacher would end up giving in and letting go of izuku's arm "FINE! go get made fun of. Don't say I didn't warn you"

Izuku would finally calm down and start running back to katsuki. However, I can see izuku stopping in his tracks and start thinking about what the teacher said. was she right about katsuki? Are they going to make fun of him if he wears the flower and hold katsuki's hand? Is kacchan being mean to him again?

Izuku feels like she may be right. He is the only quirkless student and kacchan is mean to him. Kacchan does call him deku. He feels like he should go apologize to her and save himself from being humiliated.

After recess izuku runs into kacchan later. Kacchan looks at him angry. He tells izuku to leave him alone and not to talk to him. "He's being mean to me again" Izuku says to himself trying to hold back tears.

When his mom picks him up later, on the drive home, his mom asks "the teacher told me that you threw a tantrum earlier. She said that katsuki was trying to make fun of you for agreeing to play his girlfriend". izuku doesn't say anything, he just continues to look out the window sad. After a while, his mother puts her hand on izuku's shoulder. "I don't want you to think, I'm upset either. I know and katsuki just wanted to play. It seems like you really wanted to be his girlfriend, and that's fine. I don't think he was making fun of you. In fact, his mother told me earlier that katsuki was upset that you left and didn't play the game with him. It seems that he wanted you to play with him. Don't think it's you're fault."

so kacchan was just angry because he thought that he ditched him?izuku thought to himself. Izuku starts to feel a little better.

Inko whispers to herself "I should give that woman (teacher) a piece of my mind for making him cry"

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Annnnnd that's how Inko knew that her son had a crush on katsuki. I may continue with this, but this was just a "What if" type of thing.

I haven't done a short fic idea like this since like 2018/19. What y'all think? (Well actually this is the first time I actually typed and finished it. Usually I either lose interest in the middle of it and delete or forget/get too lazy to continue in the drafts lol)

[memoirs-of-learning-dad]

Ok here goes..

Hello Tumblr! This is the first time ever that I'm posting something on the internet! Haha! I mean not entirely true tbh, I have posted some photos on Facebook and shared some stuff on WhatsApp status, but the last time I have ever posted something was about my move to my current city and that was 5 years ago. A lot has happened since then - I married my lovely gf, became a father, got diagnosed with bipolar and ADHD. But I have never expressed my opinions or thoughts or typed anything more than 20 words on the internet ever! I have very few friends, COVID has made it incredibly difficult to find new friends and where I am at in my life, I don't have the courage or the time to make new friends.

I mean it's easy for some people to just share stuff, you know? be expressive just put your feelings and thoughts and opinions into words and hit post! And there it is for everybody else to see! Strangers on the internet, friends, family and everybody you know knows what you're feeling. No fear of being judged, honest to yourself and people around you. Is it liberating? Is there anybody out there who's 100% true inside and outside?

I'm different. I don't have the courage to express who I am and open myself to the internet and to not care about being judged. I'm sensitive, I hate being judged. It affects me. Nobody other than my wife, my brother and his wife and my best friend know about my mental illnesses. If my parents or friends or extended relatives find out, they'll judge me and expect me to behave a certain way maybe even try to push me away. It's not common in my culture and circle to live a normal life with mental illnesses. I'm working on getting better, I take my medication regularly but the only thing people will care about is the illness. Everybody who knows us thinks I'm a good father (I like to think I'm doing ok), but I am 100% confident those same people will not feel the same way once they learn about my illnesses. I'm not gonna sit here and lie saying it doesn't affect me. Will my daughter be able to make friends in my community when her friends parents learn I'm bipolar? Why should she pay? I cannot show my true self to the world other than a few trusted people. So here I am on an anonymous platform just typing what I'm thinking without worrying about what people who know me might think!

I've spent 33 years on this earth, learning, adapting - seeking that sense of mental peace and satisfaction. Enjoying the small things. I am blessed, like genuinely blessed - God himself chose me to be the father of this beautiful person - my daughter - my life! Words cannot express what I feel for her. And this new desire to post stuff, to have a memoir of my life is for her.

I want her to have somewhere to go to learn what I was like - how I have grown over the years. How my ideals and my perspectives change with time. Who I will grow up to be. Who I will be remembered as after I die. A legacy? Something to remember this insignificant human being, one among billions trying hard every day to be a better father, to be a better husband, a loyal son, a supportive brother, a good friend.

So here goes - I'm committing to write my thoughts on here moving forward. I don't know how long I'll be able to keep up with it? But I'm going to try. I have to start somewhere. My father used to tell me when I was young to write a diary. My wife used to tell me when we got married that I need to note down my thoughts somewhere, maybe in a journal. My therapist thinks it's really healthy for me to write my thoughts. Yes, I'm taking a leap of faith - putting my faith and trust in strangers on the internet. Hear my story - it's as ordinary as it gets. Maybe that's what is going to make it special? A memoir about a regular guy, living an ordinary life, trying to be a good person - not changing the world or anything but just a cog in the machine we call a functioning society.

So my sweet little princess, this is for you. Over the first of the next few years I will post here how much I love you, how lovely and caring your mother is and how she's making me a better person everyday. You are turning 2 years old today and it's a journey for both of us. I hope to guide you on the right path and give you everything you need to make the most of your life. And this right here will hopefully be my narration of that journey!

Happy Birthday Paapu! Here's a (worthless?) gift for you - a diary to tell you my perspective of the parenting journey!

[epoch-smog]

December

Im still recovering that's all i can say publicly.

I won't shut up about my roommate who emotionally abused me and neglected her animals. Inaliakitsune is dangerous in that regard and should be outed as such.

The only reason why she attempted so hard to kick me out was because she could not control me to her whims and could no longer use me to boost her ego and feel superior. The later which she already has her own mother to use for.

For the tumblr crowd. In November we were not on speaking terms, and she brought her "boy who's she's seeing" again. We both had stated at the beginning of our rental that we both do not like surprise visitors. She did not tell me about this because "I dont have to tell you anything anymore Basil" as if this isn't an incredibly rude and disrespectful thing to do. And also making her new Boyfriend drive 2.5 hours* to our town just to see her. *idk what the distance is but he lives further than my mother which is a 2 hour drive. And I know this because Tasha told me when we were on speaking terms.

After the police she spent an hour in the morning making post it notes and placing them through the house. Instead of taking care of her neglected cat.

The rental is basically empty and since she had already lived in this place 6 months prior to me with her now ex-gf, this is all hers. The first image isn't a good image but that's the dining table, then the washer and drier, the dishwasher, and then the microwave.

I posted this onto twitter to showcase the treatment i was getting. Then i got a reply from a friend;

And after this the police officer arrived at the door. He could not tell me who called him, but obviously it had to be Tasha. (And from my knowledge if it was not her it would have to be one of her bffs. Either the two that harassed me or the third that likes to hide. Which is why i asked because I was curious)

He said that "i told you guys dont talk to each other dont touch each others stuff. Don't post about each other either. I told this to Tasha too" he seemed pretty upset to be in this situation, understandibly. "If im called again there will be charges pressed on one of you." He warned. Which is why my updates stopped.

Her mother arrived "to help her pack" and in that meantime dhe removed the post it notes that day.

Then the next day she just removed everything she could lift and get into her car.

Missing microwave the next day.

She continued this with plates and silverware.

She brought the plates, cups, and plastic utensils before clearing out the actual plates, cups, and utensils. Which of course she didn't mention or say anything. But who knows if I could even use those items because she was being posessive.

Before this post gets too long I'll cut it here. But this was near the worst I was treated by her. And it gets worse.

[fifteensjukebox]

Hey hello how about 01, 12, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34 and 55 for the HORRIBLE ask game. This year.

hiiiiiii anon! i haven't gotten an anon in ages this is so exciting <3

also sorry i'm answering so late i explain it in the middle but i had a family outing and i thought mobile would let me edit

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? i do! my mom's my best friend in a way i'm sure is annoying to people who don't, and my dad is annoying but he is the best dad i know

03: Do you regret anything? biiiiiig question. i try not to. i try to tell myself i needed to do things to learn or whatever but i'm always wondering how else things could've gone and second guessing things as i do them

05: What is your relationship status? very much single. if you want to hear about my latest crushes you'll find it in my "vie" and "lore" tags but i'm sure they're not going anywhere so shoot your shot!

08: Played any sports? my dad coached a soccer team i was on when i was 4 but i was more interested in the dandelions on the field… outside of required gym class stuff (which i did not enjoy) i've enjoyed tennis and beach volleyball with my family (18 y/o brother included)

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? i think my record is 36, the last day/night/flight home from seeing my now-ex tumblr gf

well. if anything (back to earlier qs i could say i regret the whole met-online-ldr thing but it was good when it happened and im seeing it work out so well for friends so it could've been worthwhile in the long run!

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? irl i don't entirely hate anyone but i have some strong mixed near-hate feelings about the exes (and one not-yet-ex? i think? they're on the way out) of people i care about, and a certain ex friend of mine (if she makes the next move in reaching out i might be able to find it in myself to forgive but at this point it won't be as easy as it could've been)

21: What are your plans for this weekend? tbd but probably festive family things? extended family christmas dinner is on monday and we'll do our gift exchange that morning (speaking of which i need to get ready rn to leave for our family brunch followed by mall trip to shop for secret santa - my parents+18 y/o brother+i do a mini secret santa - well mini in that there are only 4 names but we have a generous budget bc it's usually our main/only source of gifts amongst ourselves. i got my mom again this year and she made it a little too easy by requesting a specific pair of raybans that make up most of the budget, but i'll get creative with the rest) we're also going to the distillery district for the vibes on thursday and my dad's taking these 2 days off work so collectively it all feels like weekend plans. maybe i'll go skating on the actual weekend! i haven't done it yet this season and i miss it

update here is that i didn't find anything for mom except the raybans so i may be going out alone to shop more on fri/weekend

34: Who/what was your last dream about? damn. the one time i don't write it down. oh! ok the last one i remember was one where a version of my ex bestie and i got back together so to speak but she was being overtly manipulative and i had to decide if i was ok with that? which. thanks subconscious! way to mix her with the bitch i had a crush on in middle school! real ex-bestie would never do that but i think it's created some irrational fear where before i just had sadness that i was mostly over (to briefly recap the situation there, she's depression-ghosted and blocked me before and she did it again earlier this year but it hurt more bc we'd been closer leading up to it than we had before the first time)

55: Are you mean? i think i can be really petty but people take it hard because they think of me as being so nice, so i know of some people who'd say i'm mean

thanks again for asking anon! i hope you're having a wonderful holiday season <3

[destinyc1020]

Possessive anon here, It's pretty much everywhere it's on Twitter, IG, Tumblr, any mention of a relationship with Z with somebody else always gets tomdayas riled up. It's almost as if they want her to only exist as an extension of Tom, everything she does has to be a reflection of him almost. They pretty much stripped her of her own autonomy. If you post the kissing scene in Dune, you are automatically labeled as a timdaya, You talk about her friendship with Hunter then you're a shipper and hate Tom, even Darnell is a problem because he's always with her. I can understand people being insecure on Tom's behalf but the dynamic is very well shifted when it comes to Tom. They cheer when he is hanging out with his friends and family. Several Tumblr accounts post non-stop kissing scenes from cherry, TCR etc. without the same reaction. And I know they don't really like her because everything she does is always criticized, from her career to endorsement deals, to her family It's like she's never good enough but yet they want her around as some trophy gf. Also, you can pick up how they feel from the tendency they have to always post negative anon comments about her. I hope I'm not coming across as an anti, I have absolutely no problem with tz's relationship itself but I'm trying to understand the tomdaya fandom.

Thanks for clarifying what you meant by this Anon.

You asked for it! You can either read my TL;DR version, or my looooong version. It's up to you! 😅

TL;DR Version:

I think you might be following the wrong "Tomdaya Outlets" 🤔

I actually think this happens on BOTH sides of the fandom 👀

I have many various theories as to why this stuff might happen

It might be best for you to evaluate your "Tomdaya" outlets, cuz I'm not so sure they're really Tomdaya fans...

The LONG Version:

I'll be honest Anon, my initial reaction when I read your ask here is that you might just be following the WRONG accounts (wherever that may be), because I personally don't follow accounts that tend to put down Tom or Z together, OR separately.

Minor hangups, constructive criticism, or even light teasing of your fave is ONE thing.... but when it starts getting into cruel, mean, rude, or hurtful remarks, (especially on a regular basis) I'm like, why are you even a fan??

Either that, or you're following mainly Tom stans who are mainly fans of him, and merely only tolerate Zendaya, his gf. 😒

I'll just say, I think that MOST true Tomdaya fans are equally fans of both Tom AND Z, and support them both! So, if you're noticing a huuuge difference, then I'm just not so sure that everyone you think is a Tomdaya fan, is actually a true Tomdaya fan. You might want to evaluate that. 🤔 Some of these fandoms overlap.

One thing I will say Anon is that your complaint about Z (how she doesn't exist autonomously from Tom) is actually a complaint that I've seen other fans make about Tom as well. 🤷🏾‍♀️ In fact, even I'll admit myself that it seems to me that Z has more autonomy and an "image" at times that separate from Tom, whereas, Tom doesn't seem to have that as much.

Don't get me wrong, they both have a life outside of each other (which is just healthy for any couple imo), but imo, it seems like in their professional and media life, it seems sometimes like Tom is just an extension of Zendaya when the media refers to him. Almost like, the media doesn't really separate him from his relationship.

I was even telling a friend the other day here on Tumblr that it almost feels as though I can't really find any Tom ONLY blogs here on Tumblr that DON'T have anything to do with Tomdaya. 👀 Oh I see TONS of Tomdaya blogs on here lol 😆 TONS!! Lawwwd..... Tons of Tomdaya shipping blogs lol. But I don't find as many Tom solo blogs, and it's sometimes kinda frustrating. 😔 Yet, I'll see Zendaya solo blogs on here all the time.... or even solo blogs dedicated to other actors that are separate from their relationship.

Idk... Maybe it's just me?? 🤷🏾‍♀️

It's not a big deal, but it's just smthg I've picked up on.

So, I kind of think that it kinda goes both ways Anon. 🤔

With regards to what you are saying about fans getting jumped on for posting the Z kissing scene in Dune, or her with other costars....

I think what it might be is that a lot of Tomdaya fans have had to deal with Antis now for at least 6 years. AND, keep in mind too that a lot of HATE sometimes might come out whenever pics of Z and her male costars are in a kiss scene, because for some ODD reason, ppl on Twitter somehow don't know how to separate acting from reality when it comes to Z. 🥴

The there are the Timdayas also to deal with... 🙄

Like, lot just gets old. 😩 Is it any wonder why some Tomdaya fans get a bit on edge? They know that whenever smthg like that comes out, either Tom is gonna get a bunch of hate or jokes at his expense thrown his way on Twitter, or, ppl are gonna be trying to ship Z with the man on the moon, and any guy within a 10-mile radius. 🙄

For some reason, the same doesn't happen with Tom when the roles are reversed. So, maybe some feel more comfortable to post pics of him kissing his costars, because maybe the reaction is different and most ppl aren't as weird about it. (Although, the bathroom scenes in TCR seemed to rile ppl up for some reason 🥴).

You have to keep in mind, Zendaya grew up on nickelodeon and the Disney Channel. So, many of us either grew up watching her, or knowing who she was for years before Tom became Spiderman and came on to our radar. 🤷🏾‍♀️ That might also be why some fans have such a weird association with her, or freak out when she's kissing ppl onscreen or doing sex scenes lol 😆 I have no clue lol. To me, I just look at it as ACTING..... because that's exactly what it is. 🤷🏾‍♀️

[heartfullofleeches]

this whole school is full of mentally unstable ppl. im here to make it worse

theres this goth girl that sits in the very back of all your classes, an inkblot against the wall- she managed to change her schedule to match yours. if anybody asks, she'll say she put some of sort of love spell on you but really shes just got blackmail on the principal. she sits at the table next to yours at lunch even if its full of ppl she hates (which means anyone who isnt you), even trails behind you as you walk home despite living the complete opposite direction (and its a miracle you dont hear her- her boots are very loud !) she practically materializes from your shadow just to sit next to you at all those stupid pep rallies

shes never managed to work up the courage to speak to you, but my god is she smitten. just wants to wrap you up in her long coat and never ever ever ever let you go ! -esoterica (lowkey tumblr has been Devouring all my asks lately i'll be so sad if this one doesnt make it 😔ive known unnamed yandere goth gf for 12 seconds and i love her already)

Regina tosses the small rock in her hands a few times as you walk ahead of her. The smaller zipper on your backpack was unzipped - like you were expecting and wanted her plan to work out in the end. Coming up in a group of trash cans, she lifts her hood over head and hurls the rock as hard as she can against one of them.

As you inspect the source of the vibration, Regina runs up behind you and shoves something in your backpack before trying to speed away. She doesn't move fast enough as you feel the tug on your bag and turn to face her. She blushes as your eyes meet hers.

"Your backpack was unzipped. Pay more attention next time." She says in a monotone, slightly deeper voice in hopes you won't recognize her. She wont be able to wear her colored contacts for a while, but it's worth it if you don't know she's the one who left the gift in your bag - despite it being a secret confession of her love.

Regina scampers away before you can even thank her.

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At home, you find a keychain in your back with a skeletal kitten holding its open dismembered tail in its mouth and the tag line, "You've got me by the tail."

You don't think much of it more than a kind gesture by a potential admirer, but it's so much more - embedded with the love she held for after all the missed opportunities to hand it over to you in the past. In the classroom, by the bleachers, outside your house at night. It was just a silly little trinket she got as a promotional prize that became a charm and symbol of her love.

The following day, Regina was more quiet than usual at the sight of that little keychain on your zipper - utterly shell-shocked and in prayer that one day she'll get over her nerves and tell you how she feels.

[lostinthe-jojos]

❥Mikey with a taller gf headcanons

❥I've seen. 0 content for this so I guess I'll make it myself? I love a short king♡ Pls I'd love to hear your thoughts on this.

☆For the record, Mikey is 1,62m tall or 5' 3" I think. I don't know how feet and inches work, sorry¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You used to be in Baji's class and were a good friend of his, you helped him out when he didn't pass and even tutored him every now and then.

One day, as a way to repay you, he invites you for a snack at this new cafe that opened recently and you immediately accept.

Your relationship with Baji is more similar to that of siblings, but Mikey knows his dear friend doesn't have any siblings, so when he spots him being friendly with some girl, he decides he needs to know who's that and how you got him to behave.

When he walks up to your table, Baji immediately introduces him and the moment Mikey looks at you, he can't help but think how pretty and cool you were. Baji and you invite him to join you two and he immediately agrees, sitting next to Baji just so he can face you.

The two of you immediately hit it off and Mikey feels drawn to you, to your personality and your presence. He can't tell yet, but he's crushing on you already.

When the three of you stand up to pay, his eyes widen when he realizes just how much taller than him you were. He actually has to look up to you. But it's also that moment when he realizes that actually yeah, he might have a crush on you.

Baji notices how considerably shorter Mikey is compared to the two of you and makes fun of him.

"It's like we took our child out for some ice-cream!" He says and laughs.

You can't help but smile at his comment, but ruffle Mikey's hair and tell him to ignore him. The poor guy feels like now he gets why his big brother was girl crazy. He has to fight the blush from covering his entire face when you grab him by the wrist, pulling him with you to wait outside for Baji— who is still laughing at his own jokes— to pay.

From then on, Mikey seems to make it mission to go to Baji's school, "coincidentally" running into you as well. Draken is quick to notice his friend's crush on you and was a bit worried about you not feeling the same for him, since he's heard that girls always like taller boys.

But the way you look at Mikey is all he needs for his worries to disappear. He can tell you like Mikey and enjoy having him around. The two start to invite you to hang out with them and soon after, you meet Emma and Hina.

You confide in Emma about your crush on Mikey and she squeals in happiness, gushing about how cute the two of you would be together and immediately after, spills that her brother likes you too.

And you're the one to confess. Draken, Mikey and you were supposed to hang out together but Draken never appears, leaving you and Mikey alone to spend the afternoon. The two of you are at the docks, eating some snacks and watching the sunset when you tell him that you like him.

He looks at you like you're the most precious thing in the universe and tells you that he feels the same.

Neither of you care about your height difference and you find it endearing actually.

You like to rest your chin on his head while hugging him from behind while you're hanging out with his friends. They might tease him about it but they find you two adorable.

Whenever Mikey gets a little worked up, you throw him over your shoulder and carry him away, leaving whoever he was arguing with quite astounded.

You and Draken take turns in carrying him when he falls asleep after eating. He likes that you care so much for Mikey.

Ever since Mikey found out how comfortable your lap is, he'll take any chance to sit in your lap with his head resting in your shoulder or chest. That's his favorite spot. He's never told you but it makes him feel safe and loved. He adores the way you play with his soft hair until he falls asleep.

Do not repost, translate or distribute my work outside of Tumblr

[monsterfucker-lisa-swallows]

(Please boost this version, I realized last night that I put my legal name which my abusers recognize instead of my pen name which is safer for me.)

Hi, I'm Ginger and I've been dating my girlfriend for 11 years. We met on Deviantart writing fanfiction for Doctor Who when I was 15 and she was 14, all the way back in August of 2010. At the time, I was living in an extremely abusive home in which my mother was severely mentally ill and my stepfather physically/psychologically abused me and sexually abused my sister. I decided to leave when I was 22 and cut contact with them completely and my mental health improved drastically. The only problem is that I left with nothing. I'm a college drop out who was going for theatre (I've done basically every job on and off stage since I was 9 years old) and I work on writing novels and scripts in my spare time (I am as of yet unpublished). I work retail, but haven't been able to save any of my money because I've had to put it into living expenses. I'm now 26 and moved to New England over the summer to be with a roommate who turned out to be very emotionally abusive. She was using my family's entire playbook except for the actual physical violence. I slept in the living room and once I got a job, she stopped allowing me to sleep (keeping every light in the house on while running the ac/kitchen fan/bathroom fan all at the same time and doing dishes at 6 am and watching TV loudly and keeping the window open then telling me it wasn't cold or loud in there and taking away my mattress) and suddenly deciding not to let me eat food she'd said i was welcome to and trying to make me lose my job. I spent all my money on the move here and am now sleeping on a coworker's couch for the time being, but it's making me reevaluate everything. I've always said I want to visit my girlfriend then have her visit me then move in with her, but that might take too long. And setting that as our financial goal may not be realistic if I could just get the spouse visa now. I work and she's on benefits for the moment, but I'm feeling like if I don't do this now I'll never be able to.

We're asking for enough funds to get a passport, a plane ticket, handle the immigration fees, and cover initial living expenses. We'd really appreciate it. I'm not expecting to move right this second, but hopefully by the end of next year. I can't bear the thought of never getting to be with my best friend, the only constant person I've ever had in my life. I just want to be there for her the way she has been for me.

COST BREAKDOWN:

£1,523 Fiance Visa fee (USD$2095) +

$190 VFS Application Centre + Biometrics + Doc Scanning + Passport Retention fee +

$2000 Lawyer Fee (Based on Google Estimate)

~£440 Plane Ticket (USD$605) +

£726 Living Expenses - living accomodations, food, etc while waiting to be cleared to work (USD$1000)

TOTAL: USD$5,611

Every cent counts and any excess will be applied to the living expenses because I will not be initially cleared to work and my GF Abbie is currently unable to work. I'd really appreciate any help. This is all I've wanted since I was 15 years old and we have met over webcams and text basically every day, we just haven't met in person. With everything going on in the world, there's no guarantee of tomorrow and I want to start living my life already. If we just had a TARDIS, this wouldn't be necessary, but the technology isn't there yet. Thank you!

We've raised $500 so far! That's incredible, I didn't even expect nearly that much! <3 <3 <3 You'll never know how much this means to us!

Please boost this on here and other social media because I only have a Tumblr (never figured out Twitter, too old for Tiktok, tried YouTube and never really took off, and quit Facebook for safety reasons). We need all the help we can get. Thank you! <3

[bookwyrminspiration]

The husband for Maui that I mentioned may or may not be a basically ooc Fintan that my gf twisted into someone else 👉👈

Maui works best in a dynamic of "Oh I'm as bad as you mentally but God are you hot" and then that progresses into "Oh no we made each other better how did that work aaaand you are basically a cat" as Maui does, in fact, purr and enjoy being pet on the head (He's also just incredibly touch starved)

Maui is a "Doubts everyone even the people close to him" paranoid. Like, he very easily gets attached to certain types of people. He loves very easily. He's attracted very easily, some would say like a moth to a flame. He- he doesn't have friends. He has his Brother, his Sister, and his two adoptive fathers. His father's had a whole thing of enemies to lovers and his sister is very firey and quick to start arguments with Maui and, on more than one occasion, these arguments end with her telling him to commit die- They do make up and she apologises but yeah. His brother is the Sweetest person anyone has ever known and is always nice and kind and understanding and he's an absolute buff sweetheart with his own little animal sanctuary, so who cares if he's a little bit of a kleptomaniac and has landed in prison because of it. Maui buys small items and keeps them in his pockets for Jett to take if his kleptomania is acting up. Jett has a garlic bread tattoo

Maui is a very sad, lonely man that fills the cracks in his heart with sex that he doesn't even want in some cases but the primal act itself helps to distract himself from the crashing and huringa of his life around him as he struggles to keep his mental health afloat and not crack into rubble and go flat out crazy and on a murderous rampage like he was trained to do by the lady that took him after he escaped his r@pist

That's not to say that he doesn't genuinely enjoy sex and is a very sexual person! Just yeah, it's a bad habit and a little of an addiction. In most cases he Hangs around clubs for the sexy men and women, and for the alcohol they serve. Almost all of his outfits contain a show of his very nice chest

Dude knees are so fucking weird and I don't like drawing them they suck. Also!! I think that eyes blinking are a good place to start!! They're pretty simply and they don't require too many frames

Oh Maui spends so much time appreciating himself in the mirror. He has tried to make out with the mirror but it's not the same (;-;) but he does enjoy a good masturbation session in the mirror

Don't fire the sun and replace it with Maui!! That's a very bad idea no matter how much he tries to tell you otherwise!! Colour theory is so fuckey and I don't even know what I'm doing aside from Blue + Orange = Brown, grey, and teal; Red + Green = Dusty rose, grey, and shit colour; Yellow + purple = Beige, grey, and a sad purple

I know, I have tried to escape him in the past but it never works out and I spent many a days thinking about him. Having an outlet through art and talking about him has been helping, though!! Now I'm not in my head 24/7 and instead enjoying watching Maui run around the public park of your tumblr and my sketchbook. I'll have to submit a picture of him without eyebrows eventually

-Heathen

There's something about Fintan where people just take him and completely dissect him and rearrange the parts into an entirely different person, and I think that's beautiful. Shout out to your gf for twisting him <33

(post got long so here's a cut)

Listen the best romances are being deeply deeply fucked up in the head and then making each other better. That's just how you do it. The attraction and then the affection, it's a delectable path to take. Finding out how much they like each other afterwards, something small turning into something much bigger. If there's some internal conflict over the whole matter that just makes it spicier. Becoming a cat later in the relationship I think is just natural progression. When you're touch starved you simply gotta full out go for it. Head pets and all. Though that does sound very Maui of him to be a cat

Also, that makes sense. being paranoid when he loves easily is certainly an interesting combination! Could be some story there about how he's fighting with himself over it because he wants so badly to be loved and to love others but doesn't know who, if anyone, he can trust.

His family does sound very nice though, aside from the sister arguments. I'm curious about this enemies to lovers thing his adoptive dad had--and also how he came to be adopted by them. I know this family exists but I have no clue how it came to be formed. I know that after he ran away from his bio mother he at some point came under the tutelage of the. Woman. Lady. Manon! That's her name. But between Manon and two dads i don't know how the switch happened. Also shout out to Jett for being the best person to ever exist. i know very little about him but I, too, love garlic bread. and animals. iffy on dogs though because they make many bad sounds. anyway!

You know I am absolutely not surprised that Maui fills the holes in his life with sex (pardon the word choice, I'm kind of sorry). You said that he's kind of addicted and uses it to try and distract himself and keep him afloat and I just went yeah that checks out. Maui fucks. Sex can be very complicated mentally, so I am wishing Maui the best in terms of figuring out his mental health!! Perhaps there are better ways to do it but you know what it sounds like no one is getting hurt so that's a positive. Showing off his chest and having sex is less destructive than others ventures. I mean, I think he'd show off his chest regardless of whether it was in a sexual manner or not, but also a lot of what he does is sexual. he simply is that kind of person

I'm so glad someone else agrees with me on the knees thing. they are so so weird and we don't talk about it enough. weird is not bad in this context it is simply weird. You know I don't think I have to draw them very often but when I do it is with bafflement and bemusement. Also in terms of animating blinking I will find a way to overcomplicate it. That's not to say I think I couldn't do it I just know myself well enough to know exactly what will happen if I try.

Maybe if Maui tried to make out with the mirror again it would work better. After all, first kisses aren't telling of kissing overall, so maybe he just needs more practice! or a different mirror. Then again giving the track record he has to far I'd assume he'd rather spend his time enjoying those masturbation sessions than failing to make out with mirror him. Perhaps he doesn't need a mirror at all and should go with a more Narcissus route! Make out with a lake!

Reports indicate deaths are in the dozens of billions, Barbara. Cindy is live on the scene and she's saying that someone has...am I hearing this right? Apparently someone has replaced that sun--you heard me right folks, someone has replaced the sun with a mysterious, unidentified man. Details of his appearance are unknown, as all spectators could see was glimpses of a revealed chest, but I will keep you updated as the story develops. [she will not, she will also die in the billions without the sun :/]

I don't know if I've ever consciously paid attention to color theory in my life so I'm just listening to you like you're a wizard. I go based on vibes and what looks alright as I'm drawing.

Also I love the descriptor of my tumblr as a public park, like yes you're so right people can just come here and look and things and also put things there and everyone can just hang out. Does this make me the caretaker of the park? Because if so I think I'd like to turn this into kind of a mystic park situations. I don't know how to explain the vibe in my head. It exists outside of time and is welcoming to all, a haven, a refuge from the outside, but it is also slightly incomprehensible and bigger than life. Things make no sense but you don't question them. The caretaker has been there for centuries yet has always looked the same. Park that's actually a magic realm vibes. That's not the point though the point is that Maui is running haphazardly around the park and refuses to leave <33

he is very sweet so thank you for sharing him with me/unleashing him on my park!

[just-like-playing-tag]

A Letter from Norman reactions

Tonight I was feeling like reorganizing the notes I took after reading the novel for the first time. Just some random personal reactions I had after reading it; if anything catches your attention and you'd like to know more about a particular event from the novel, please feel free to ask and I'll be happy to help!!!

Under the cut because it's l o n g. That is, if Tumblr allows me to add a "read more", which has never happened before, but I'll keep hoping in it.

• Disclaimer: I'm suing anyone who ever said that the novel is all about NorEmma. I've literally put off reading it because I didn't want to get into something overly romantic while there's??? Nearly nothing about it that is romantic??????? Just a slight mention in that last chapter and that's it???????? Why are y'all like this

Prologue

• I need you all to know that the important letter™ through which Norman informed Emma about his plan starts with him describing the weather. I just think it's a relevant information.

• Ok I'm at freaking page 1 of “A letter from Norman” and. NORMAN IT'S A FREAKING LETTER TO EMMA NOT A SHAKESPEAREAN PLAY THERE'S LITERALLY NO REASON TO BE THIS POETIC

Maybe, I would get it if it was directed to Ray, but to Emma?????

Chapter 1

• Emma in 2038: Let's befriend ghosts

Emma in 2047: let's befriend demons

Seems like a logic consecution to me

• Ok but why has nobody ever mentioned the extremely precious Emma / Gilda moments in the novel???? My heart was completely melting that was the most adorable thing I've ever read??????

• The way Norman is constantly in awe of Ray is so adorable... Baby is so sweet I swear, he deserves the world

Chapter 2

• OK BUT THE SWEET EXCHANGE between Ray and Isabella before him and Emma go out at night?????? Ray is so pure is swear... He's a precious baby who didn't deserve all the shit he went through.

Reporting it in case anyone's curious; for context, Norman is sick, and Emma wants to go out look for a flower that she's read is going to help him feel better. Emma and Ray are convinced that Norman is going to die because babies are just that dramatic, and easily impressionable as well. They're seven here.

“ «Ray, I'm counting on you!»

Isabella pressed an hand on the boy's shoulder, who turned his face to her and diligently nodded, before continuing: «Differently from Emma, I don't think the flower is going to help Norman heal».

«What do you mean?»

«However, it's better than having to sit back and watch without doing anything. I too, like her, want him to heal as soon as possible.»

«Sure, I understand...» ”

NOW that hits so hard. You have to understand, this is after Ray had made the deal with Isabella. He had already started to plan the escape. In this occasion, he was on a very thin line: alone at night with Emma, outside the House, a child who knew the truth. Isabella knew those were the right conditions for him to attempt an escape, so she decided to test his loyalty; one misstep, and their deal - which was fundamental for the escape Ray was planning - would have ended.

But at the same time, Ray needed to go. Because, just like Emma, he just couldn't stand to lose Norman. And to see these three children caring so deeply about each other even at such a young age makes me honestly bawl. This is quite certainly my favorite thing from this series. And Ray deserves the world.

• Ray was so determined to save his two friends, he even considered for a moment, in the woods, to tell Emma the truth about the orphanage. I find it very nice how the novel hinted of all these times Ray almost revealed the truth, it really puts emphasis on how he was trying to find the best moment for the escape- but it also hints to how desperate he was to share this grievous burden he was forced to carry for the longest time.

• “ Ray, you must keep on living, Norman whispered to himself like a prayer. ”

I'm... I'M 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Doesn't help the fact that this bit was literally at the end of pages of Norman praising Ray and how brave he had been for so long.

• “ Nobody in the House would have wanted for Ray to pay with his life to amend the silence of all those years. ”

I love this bit. Nobody between the children ever hated Ray for speechlessly assisting to dozens of his siblings being lead to death, because they all immediately understood how much he was suffering, how powerless he must had felt, and also, even though it only led to him being even more hurt, how deeply he loved them all. It's really nice to realize that no children ever hated Ray- no one besides from himself. His siblings love him unconditionally, and that's precisely what he deserves 🤧🤧💕💕💕

• Norman: *adventures in a detailed description of Ray's features and gestures for no other apparent reason than the fact that he finds him pretty*

Chapter 3

• Ok I know people use to see Ray and Susan's interactions under the light of Ray having a crush on her but honestly? I think they make the cutest brotp. I never knew how much I needed Ray-having-an-older-sister content untill now.

• For real though!! What hits you really hard is to find out, even though he would had never ever showed it, how desperate he was to have somebody care about him, and to be loved. He literally grieves for losing someone that looks after him and is there to check on him in his lowest days- we know it's the thing Isabella never gave him. Man, this boy didn't deserve all the shit that happened to him. Tpn may have become an old known story for me, but Ray's sufferings in his early age will never stop tearing my heart apart.

• Ok, I wasn't ready for all this angst on Ray's part. I mean, I obviously know GF were hard times for him, but I didn't expect for him to take over the pov. Sis, how wrong I was. Now I'm crying.

• Coming to the realization that Ray's initial plan actually was to bring everyone in the escape, but he clearly had to give up on it after having realized it would have been impossible to save them 🥺🥺🥺

(I mean it was not impossible. He believed it was. But it wasn't.)

• Ok but. The last part of the Ner chapter. I really don't want to spoil it for anyone because it really was a beautiful chapter but I really need to say: Emma and Norman. The way it wasn't just Ray always being there for them, protecting them from afar; no matter their blissful ignorance, they have always been there for him too. They never abandoned that lonely boy, and they made it so that he could have a last reason not to give up. A single, dim light of hope in that pitch black, devastating world he was born in. I may or may not be crying my eyes out.

(Btw I had written this before the Ray special chapter came out, and it's kinda funny to look back at it now)

• The thing with the Ner chapter is: you enter in it after reading two chapters of normal, wholesome children's stories. There's a dark undertune in it, but it's very subtle and it doesn't interfere with the happy, cheerful atmosphere of these children facing adventures together with each other. But then the Ner chapter strikes, and the Ray pov arrives, and it's like being beaten with a bat in the stomach several times. Deep down, you had always known it; but you suddenly realize that all these children are going to die. And, even worse, there's one child who knows. There's one child who has to assist to everything powerlessly. There's one child, one freaking-nine-years-old who knows that all his siblings are going to die, and there's nothing he can do. That a single mistake could ruin the chances of making just two of his siblings survive, which is everything he's hanging to right now. One child who only needs to be loved. Well that... That hits hard.

Me expressing my thoughts: girl this form is shit you can't write something that is understandable to save your life can you

• Also can we please appreciate Norman taking so long to get out of the forest as it's a recurrent characterizzation of his character to be desperately willing to live just *French chef kiss*

• I really like how the novel underlined how Norman's choice of sacrificing himself corresponded to a betrayal toward his friends (when you think about it, Emma definitely felt betrayed). It's almost like in his last moments Norman chose to switch roles with Ray, taking on his shoulders the burden of being both the traitor and the sacrifice.

Chapter 4

• Norman: * “ He instinctively closed his eyes and abandoned himself to the sweet memory of that time he understood how deeply loved he was. ” *

Somewhere, Ray: Can't relate

• Emma: Norman, what you want to do when you grow up?

Norman: It's a secret.

Me:

• “ Ray woke up before everyone, as usual. ”

A remarkable detail. You'd think Ray, as a good depressed person as he is, would sleep more than the average. The truth is: he doesn't sleep at all.

• Norman: There's... Another person I like

Me:

• OK NOW WHY did none tell me about the nine (9) lines of Norman / Don interacting it was worth reading the novel solely for that.

• WHY DID NONE TELL ME ABOUT DON ALMOST STRANGLING NORMAN AND MAKING HIM LITERALLY PASS AWAY IT WAS TOTALLY WORTH READING THE NOVEL SOLELY FOR THAT

• Reading about Conny being there hurts a lot but reading about Sadie and Hao brings up a totally different kind of pain. Also who the hell is Cindy?

• Norman: Oh yes, Emma and Ray, my most dear friends, my closest siblings, the reason I wake up in the morning, my only reason to live, the ones I'd entrust my life with,

Also Norman: Dunnot in the last thirteen hours and six minutes they have been acting pretty sus, I'm kinda sure they're betraying me somehow ://

• “ «I agree, but it feels like you've fallen down a rabbit hole. You're restless, you constantly look off...» said the raven haired boy, distorting his mouth in an hardly intelligible grimace and giving his friend a meaningful look.

«Norman, about that mysterious girl...»

«No, you're mistaken! I...»

Norman, filled with frustration, raised up his voice, starting to lose the coolness that was usually characteristic of him.

«But I haven't said anything yet!»

That being said Ray, with slightly mocking doing, turned on his feet and went away, leaving Norman like that. ”

I LOVE THIS BIT SO INEXPLICABLY MUCH I'm always *so* in for Oreo finishing each other sentences / reading each other's thoughts. Here, Norman answered Ray's question before he could even expose it, because he already knew what it would have been. Equally, Ray knew what Norman was going to say even though he cut his answer halfway through.

I love how much on the same page they are, they really... Totally and fully understand each other even without words, and I find it so sweet. Seriously, their dynamic is so wholesome

• Norman's last birthday gift: the thing that matters the most to him: his family's happiness

Emma's reward: the thing that matters the most to her: her family's happiness

Some things hit harder than others.

• I don't know like. When you read the novel after the series has ended, everything hurts so much more, because you know these are all memories Emma has lost forever.

• So you made colorful clothing by "coloring old clothes"? Have fun realizing y'all have celebrated Norman's birthday wearing your dead siblings' clothes

Bonus this epic note I randomly took I completely forgot the context of:

• Isabella is a bitch. I don't give a fuck about your dramatic past woman, leave that boy alone

(When the protect Ray mood hits™)

[myatuesday]

I hate that when we're coming to our dude w an issue (aka bitching)

All they hear is "blah blah blah" bitching Charlie Brown teacher voice.

Instead of listening to what the fuck it is we're saying.

I put the shit it writing. I guess he doesn't really read it? Cause he's still like

"Idk wtf you want. All you do is bitch."

Smh.

Sigh.

ISTG.

Or can't separate the praise from the pain

Wtf do you think it means when I say,

"Idgaf if you give me $1,000,000

I want you to stop talking to that bitch."

Did I stutter?

It means EXACTLY what the fuck I JUST mothafuckin said.

Idgaf if you give me $1,000,000

I want you to stop talking to that bitch.

PERIODT.

What about that is confusing?

Or hard to decipher?

Well I'm buying you flowers, I'm taking you to dinner, I'm trying to be nicer to you...

Are you still fucking w that hoe?

Ok then.

Ummm.

Then thanks for that

But

STOP FUCKING WITH THAT HOE

They don't cancel eachother out.

The fuck.

Oldest trick in the book.

Like I'm fucking stupid?

"Well you didn't tell me outright what you wanted. I asked and asked"

Motherfucker.

Not only have I been saying it, and yes, BITCHING about it for 3 goddamn years. I have indeed said it outright.

You wanna play dumb. To keep PLAYING ME.

Time. And time. And time. Again.

Do you need a billboard?

We've talked about it 1000x

You've seen it in writing countless times.

You read my goddamn Tumblr. Hello. Hi.

It's not a fucking mystery.

Period. Hello.

I'm not new.

_

Now I've gone so far as to offer this dude the

Girlfriend Experience (at his expense, of course)

Because he's made it

ABUNDANTLY CLEAR

Through his actions or lack thereof

That's what he's after.

He doesn't want a fn gf.

He wants a hoe he can fuck and go out w sometimes.

No strings attached.

Ok. Well let me just give you my cashapp and that can be arranged.

The Fuck.

But all this inbtwn BULLSHIT.

Is wearing on me.

_

Fucking pick one.

But COME CORRECT with it

Whichever way we're going.

I'm OVER this fucking playing dumb, playing games

"But but but..." BULLSHIT

Then gets an attitude w ME

And says he's sick of being the bad guy.

Well, NEWFLASH

Then... RADICAL IDEA

Stop being the fucking bad guy

You ARE the bad guy.

That's why you feel like it.

That's why you're treated like it.

_

You goddamn cheated.

(Still are, pretty much. Possibly even more than I know)

You live a double fucking life

You throw $ at me to shut me up

(Or you were. You kinda stopped... sooo... idk wtf is up w that. Give it all to somebody else? Smh)

BE A GOOD GUY

Stop lying

Stop cheating

Stop being fucking shady

And stop lying means to EVERYONE; yourself, me, her, your family, your friends, your followers, everyone.

_

If you just wanna hoe, say that

Stop claiming to me - and me alone - that we're in a real relationship

When you, me, and everyone else on this earth knows we're not.

_

He claims to finally get it this time (really?!)

But refuses to talk about it

Or do anything about it today

(We've just been discussing it for weeks.

Years.

Ya know. Whatever. Nbd.)

Fine.

_

But... I'm so sick of this shit

And nothing pisses me off more than this

Cop out playing dumb shit

Mixed w him having the audacity to get an attitude w me

For constantly bringing up his constant fuckboy bullshit

You know when I'll stop bitching?

When you stop giving me shit to bitch about!

DUH.

That's how that works.

YOU ARE THE BAD GUY.

You don't stop being the bad guy

Until you actually stop being the bad guy.

_

I've given you 1000 chances

Feel free to actually be a decent boyfriend

Or just honest about your real intentions

(Either one)

Any fucking day now.

_

But until then

Yeah. I'm pissed.

Duh.

And you are the fucking bad guy. Duh.

_

Buying me flowers like I'm a fucking mistress doesn't absolve you of that.

Yeah I like the flowers.

I don't like the fact you're using them as a detraction to kick the can down the road of just dealing w our actual issues. Or just... being a real boyfriend.

Basic ass shit.

Bare minimum ass shit.

Dudes who beat their wives buy them shit too.

It doesn't make them any less bad

It's a fucking bandaid

And one that does NOT cover up

Nor heal a goddamn fucking thing.

_

I am ready to be healed.

No more goddamn fucking bandaids.

Fuck you.

FIX THIS or FUCK OFF.

_

He keeps saying he will

But he never does

_

And, for whatever reason, rather than just

Calling it what this actually is then

And setting up an agreement and compromise

We can both live with

We're both just

Going through the motions of this bullshit

Pretty fucking miserable

_

I can't make him be honest

I can't make him give me what I deserve

(Namely, respect.)

_

I'll give him a fucking day.

Then... we apparently have to talk about this all over again.

Cause I'm : this close: to breaking up w him. Again.

Which he fucking knows.

So... what the actual fuck.

I have before.

He thinks I won't again?

Over this exact same shit.

It's fucking ridiculous.

_

I told him I'm looking into couples therapy (and I am. Cause this obviously isn't working. We need a place for clear, ideally honest communication. And ACCOUNTABILITY FFS.)

But he didn't say shit about it.

He was too busy being a jackass.

_

And I get if he feels like he's doing xyz

And all I can do is bitch about 123

But

I'm like... unless 123 are fixed

Xyz doesn't really matter.

Smh.

That's the part we can't seem to get on the same page about.

_

Which in fairness is frustrating when Iitererally gave him the option.

Fine. Give me xyz. You can keep 123 then.

Just... can't do that and call it a relationship.

He doesn't address that option either.

Smh.

_

I've done all I know to do other than

Roll over (what he wants me to do)

Or walk away (which is what's coming next. If he can't get his shit together)

_

But if we can stop fighting long enough...

I think couples therapy could help.

_

Cause that's the fucked up part

I do think he cares about me

Maybe even love me, on some level

He definitely needs me. No doubt about that.

He just... is letting Amy and his ego

(And I guess in some ways immaturity)

Fuck it all up.

_

I see potential.

And believe there are real feelings there

That's why it's so hard to give up

(Probably for him too)

But I CAN'T go on like this.

I hate it.

I hate the "relationship". I hate him for putting me through this shit. I hate myself for allowing this shit to go on.

It's absolutely untenable for my emotions, my well being, my fucking psyche, everything.

It's shattering. And soul crushing.

And I keep staying... hoping he'll make it better

Cause he keeps saying he will

And every time he let's me down

I'm just... that much further

From myself, from healing from all this

And the cycles of resentment and anger

It just spins and spins

Sigh

_

It doesn't seem like either of us actually want to leave

We just have to actually get it right this time

But... after 3 years of everything that boy put me through

Flowers and hugs and manicures ain't gonna cure it.

Especially not when the snake is still in the fucking mix. Smh.

Like... ugh. It's not rocket science

Why this isn't working

Or wtf my problem is

WHO else in their right fucking minds would deal w this shit?

Fucking nobody.

Sigh.

_

Then people wonder why the fuck I stay

Including my therapist

Sigh

I guess... hope.

I guess because the good is good.

It's a good I can't find anywhere else.

The bad is just... so fucking detrimental.

It's hard.

_

I've lost no matter what

Is the thing.

Staying.

Trying again

If he'll actually (keep) trying

And actually fully come correct this time

Is the only chance to heal from all this

Is how I feel, I guess.

I walk away.

Then what?

I'm totally damaged still

And... just likely gonna just jump off a fucking cliff

Seriously.

_

This relationship has destroyed me.

He's at least attempting to... sigh

Idk. He's making an attempt.

[orbitariums]

I have a request: Peter Parker finding out his gf (y/n) is an avenger? Maybe he doesn't realize until a certain fight? Thank you, and I hope you are having a great day! - first ask anon (I guess I'll just call myself that 🤣🤣)

hi !! yes welcome back first ask anon and thank you so much for this request i’ve had the loveliest time writing it (s/o to my friend emily for helping me w/ some details bc i’m still new to marvel). hope you enjoy!! heads up this is like super long for a tumblr one shot *at least i think so*, if you guys request me stuff be prepared for it to be longgg!

disclaimer: fighting scenes are not my strength, especially for a marvel character!!! hope the plot makes up for it. also i pretty much just made up a villain and a fight. + switches between she/you when peter is first seeing the reader. ++ inspired by teen titans and kill la kill! contains: slight language + violence of course. hope u love it!

                             violet blast and spiderman (pt. i)

     Spiderman was good. This guy was better.

     Terrified bystanders and entrapped citizens watched in the crowded street as Peter tried desperately to simultaneously protect the woman he’d saved and fight off the bad guy. But doing both at once was wearing him out and his mind couldn’t help but keep going back to the fact that he had made no progress with his math project back at home because he kept delaying it to adhere to the role of friendly neighborhood Spiderman.

Plus he had a date with you later that weekend that he was stressing about because he wanted everything to go perfectly. But he kept up, and kept up with his banter all the while, just barely dodging the bad guy’s grotesque metal fist as he rolled underneath him and tried to shoot a web at him from behind and flip him over.

     “You know, you really should invest all this energy into being less of an asshole!” Peter yelled out, rolling to his side to avoid being smashed again.

     This guy was like the Hulk, except he had the robotic, armored qualities of Iron Man, if Iron Man looked like a giant made out of concrete with glaring red eyes and a deformed metal hand that was not doing Peter any favors.

     “Concrete Man!” the beast roared, swiveling around to face Peter who looked like an ant from where he was standing.

     “Really, Concrete Man, that’s your name? Yeah, Iron Man called, he wants his trademark ba-” Peter’s voice got carried away as he found himself getting swooped up by “Concrete Man”, his body slowly getting crushed in his metallic grasp.

     Peter’s breath became shallow as he tried to escape, looking down at the people below him who were now crowding closer, screaming in terror. He tried to find the woman in the crowd, at least to tell her to run away to safety now that Concrete Man was distracted, but he only caught a glimpse of her, and she was staring up in transfixed terror as well.

     “Shit!” Peter exclaimed, growing panicky.

     He tried to outstretch his arms in the hopes to web this guy’s face and get it in his eyes so he’d at least let go of Peter, but to no avail. Peter let out a panicked gasp but calmed down when he realized he could still stretch out his feet against Concrete Man’s body, and so he pressed his feet against his bulky build and pushed off, extending his arms over Concrete Man’s hand so he could flip off.

     He knew that when he did he’d be awaiting a hard pummel to the ground, but he did so anyway, flying through the air momentarily before finding his landing midair and sticking it. He tried to maintain his heavy breaths as he continued to fight against Concrete Man, sticking out his hand in the attempts to catch his legs in a spiral and make him fall to the ground, and then go off from there. 

     But before the web could even shoot, he was shoved aside by another figure, a girl about the same height as him, a little taller even.

     “Move Peter,” you said hostilely, shoving him aside and standing your ground in front of him.

     Peter had to do a double take to make sure he was seeing correctly, and to make sure he had heard correctly as well. Whoever this was had said his name, so that meant she knew who he was somehow. But he had never seen her before in his life, so who could it be? His heart was racing with fear, and anxiety, and his head was pounding with fear, add in the way he was still practically hyperventilating from escaping Concrete-Man’s strong hold and the adrenaline rush.

     The girl had an interesting uniform (a mix of Starfire, Raven and Senketsu)- a navy blue crop top with mid-length sleeves, and a purple stem miniskirt held up by black suspenders, along with thigh high violet boots, and her whole uniform had all types of gadgets and buttons all over it. She also had on a dark blue cloak with a hood that masked her face so he couldn’t see her, but he was still in awe. In other words, she was kind of hot- if extremely powerful- and Peter couldn’t help but notice that.

     But he snapped out of it when he realized what was actually happening, and when he saw that you had propelled yourself up into the air to fight this guy off yourself. He wanted to complain that this was his fight, even though he was losing terribly, but couldn’t when he saw that you had blasted this villain guy in the face with blinding blasts of ultraviolet radiation. The concrete on his face crumbled slightly and he roared in anger, swooping his hand to try and grab you up, while you were floating in the air.

     He roared again when he missed as you dodged his clenching fist with ease, lurching forward and sending passerby into a panic as the ground shook beneath them.

     “Foolish girl! You dare to challenge me, your worst nightmare?”

     “Not much of a challenge,” you retorted, and Peter laughed, then shut himself up when he realized he should probably be doing something, but he didn’t know what.

     “You look like a schoolgirl in that redundant uniform!” yelled out Concrete Man out of spite. “Get back to class!”

You paused midair, just sort of bouncing in the air, but now your eyes were glowing green and you felt energy activating inside of you that you knew would be deadly for Concrete Man, and extremely riling for you.

     “Aw,” you crossed your arms, your voice eerily monotonous. “You made me angry. Good luck in advance.”

     Concrete Man started to laugh, but before he could even get out a good bellow, you darted forward, feet first, and rammed yourself into his face, nailing him so hard he practically stumbled, your superhuman strength and berserker state granting you immunity to the aftermath of the blow and even greater strength. 

     The people below gasped and stumbled back, and some people started to run. Meanwhile, you were launching great green blasts of energy from out of the palm of your hands and into the villain’s face, blinding him and making him even more vulnerable as he groaned in pain at the heat of the power surges you were sending out.

Peter just looked up, his voice shaky because he was intimidated by you now, and choked out,

     “U-um, d-do you need any help? Sh… should I be doing anything right now? I’m really confused, woah-”

     “No! Shut up and get that woman to safety!” you yelled, only because you were angry and he was distracting you.

     He did exactly that and ran over to the lady who Concrete Man had been attacking previously to get her to safety, and practically managing the crowds of people running by and trying to escape. You, on the other hand, were this much closer to defeating Concrete Man. 

     With blast after blast you had practically rendered him powerless, and he was staggering back, about to fall hard onto the ground. As Peter watched, he realized your maneuvers and techniques - the way you were hot headed and fast on your feet, just hitting him with move after move - reminded him an awful lot of someone… someone he was incredibly close to, but in his haze he couldn’t think of who.

     “EVERYBODY MOVE BACK!” you yelled out to the few people who were standing underneath where Concrete Man was going to fall.

     Everyone ran and when he finally fell, tumbling and crashing to the hard ground, you zoomed down, your eyes still gleaming a flashing green, and hovered above his disintegrating face, mocking him,

     “Who the fuck is a little schoolgirl now!”

     He bellowed and tried to get back up, but you were already harnessing your energy between your two hands, pressing the right wrist over the left wrist in a clamping maneuver and muttering,

     “Get back to class,” before blasting an explosion of radiation at him that made him cry out in agony as he melted into the ground, just a puddle of wet cement like he had been before.

     The people that remained cheered raucously and you came back down to the ground, a few feet ahead of Peter who had watched the whole thing go down in awe. You couldn’t help but smile, back to your normal state after releasing all of that energy, and bow just for even more effect.

     You swerved around to face Peter now, remembering the mistake you had made in calling him by his name. You had meant to tell him sooner or later, but in your anger at seeing him get so mishandled by this wannabe Ironman you had slipped up and soon the cat would be out of the bag. You knew your boyfriend could be a bit of a ditz sometimes, despite his pure genius, so you figured he hadn’t yet put two and two together.

     “Who are you?” Peter was first to talk, his face a mix of horror and confusion.

You breathed out loudly, catching your breath,

     “Follow me.”

     Reluctantly, he did, and you led him to a quiet alley where no one else was, and this just so happened to be the alley where he left his backpack and changed into his Spiderman uniform everyday. Something was definitely up.

     You looked around to make sure the coast was clear, and when you had decided it was safe, you got awfully quiet and looked him in the eyes, though he still couldn’t decipher the face because you were masked.

     “Peter, it’s me,” you said solemnly, your face and voice hopeful that you wouldn’t be angry.

     It was like a lightbulb, no, a fuse, lit up and exploded over his head. He almost took a step back, he was so shocked, and everything started to come together. He started getting eight by ten glossies of his life, but just the moments he shared it with you, and all the weird things about you he had brushed off. 

     Like for example, your insane flexibility despite you proving to him multiple times you hadn’t set foot in a gymnasium for gymnastics since you were a kid, your excuses for leaving suddenly out of nowhere, your off days where you seemed to be supernatural when angry. It all made sense now.

     “YN?” his already high voice cracked as he squeaked out your name, and you smiled apprehensively, hoping he wasn’t mad.

     “Um… hi?”

     “I don’t believe it. I do, but… wh- how does this even happen… you knew I was Spiderman all this time? And- and you, who… who even are you! If you’re a villain we have to break up… you’re not a villain are you? Please don’t be, I love you. I-I mean, that’s a strong word, could be scary, but you’re scary so I don’t want to get you upset by saying that if you’re not ready. Are you ready? Am I talking too fast, I feel like I’m talking really fast. Okay, woah, I’m a little light-headed, I’m gonna sit down.”

     He sat up against the wall and you chuckled, standing in front of him- the boots really added height and you practically towered over him- on top of that he was sitting down. You thought it was cute that he found you scary, hell, you thought he was cute - he on the other hand was intimidated by your even further enhanced beauty (because you were already beautiful to him but now even more so) and power. He was also trying very hard to look anywhere but at you, or at least at your face, because he had never noticed how absolutely ripped you were, more than him maybe.

     “Peter, calm down.” You removed your mask and cloak and he cleared his throat a bit too loudly, now that he could see your face. Then he started to choke and you made a disgruntled face as you glared down at him.

     “Sorry,” he held his hand out to excuse himself but continued coughing.

     “Look, I can’t tell you anything if you’re gonna be freaking out the entire time.”

          “Okay… okay, just… explain.”

     And you did- you explained how you were the most recent Avenger and how Natasha Romanoff had taken you under her wing for training, and how you had even visited other realms like Azarath and Tamaran to receive training from the former Teen Titans. You told him how this was really very recent and how you were going to tell him at some point, you just had to find the right time. He was planning on telling you too, at some point, since your relationship was getting quite serious.

     You explained that you hadn’t meant to call him Peter, but that you were just distracted and annoyed, and already angry, since Peter was getting hurt and you felt like you hadn’t gotten there soon enough to help out. And you explained how you wanted nothing more than for the two of you to remain the way you were relationship wise, and not to let this new knowledge about you or each other betray what you had. 

     But you emphasized that sometimes your job was more important than him and he totally understood that - you were the kind of headstrong girl who, even if hot-headed, had a good head on her shoulders and a strong belief in yourself. You wouldn’t let anyone, even Peter, your first love, come between that.

     “Wow…” Peter said, following your lengthy conversation. “So you’ve been an Avenger all this time?”

     “Like I said, I only gained Avenger status recently. Before that I was kind of like you… just more, y’know, lowkey I guess, since you didn’t know who I was… or who Violet Blast (your superhero name) was until now.”

     “Yeah… no kidding,” Peter panted. “You look really nice in your uniform by the way.”

You side-eyed him but winked playfully, 

     “You too if I were into the whole tights thing.”

     He made a face, irritated but satisfied- you were the same old smart mouthed you, even as an Avenger. You were sitting next to each other, still in the alley, and you hopped onto your feet again, pulling Peter up from the ground too. He winced at how hard you had grasped his hand- superhuman strength things- and couldn’t hide it before you noticed. You giggled,

     “Oops.”

     “Ha,” he laughed limply, because he was still a bit afraid of you.

     “Ok. I left my bag somewhere here…” you trailed off, starting to swivel around to try and find it.

Peter spotted it and dashed a web out towards it, pulling it towards you,

     “Got it!”

     You smiled and picked it up,

     “Aww. My boyfriend’s a little spiderbaby.”

     “Er- I’m a spiderman,” Peter corrected, folding his arms.

     “Yeah?” you teased him, rolling your eyes. You started to change back into your regular clothes, but Peter made a noise and asked,

     “Whaaat ya doin’?”

You made a face, bringing your brows together,

     “Changing…?”

He cleared his throat, feeling quite awkward now since it was very obvious, but his mind had gone somewhere it shouldn’t have, in his dazed mix,

     “We… yeah, I knew that. Just- you weren’t gonna give me a warning?”

You raised your brow even higher,

     “Peter, I’m your girlfriend.”

He squeaked out and started to complain,

     “Look, I’m really overwhelmed right now, with all this new information, so could you ju-”

     “Fine, turn around,” you griped, but you couldn’t help but laugh at him.

When you were done you waited for him to change too, but he just stared at you.

     “You want me to turn around,” you said, more of a statement than a question, and he nodded shyly.

When the two of you were finally in your regular clothes, though you were by no means regular at all, you carried on out of the alleyway as if you were. When you got out on the other side, you laced your hand through his, careful not to squeeze too hard,

     “And by the way, I do love you… too.”

Although this brought a boyish smile to his face and made him laugh joyously in that cute way of his, he was still a little confused,

     “What?”

You let go of his hand slightly, hoping he hadn’t just been rambling inattentively when he said that to you earlier, and already fearing losing him,

     “Just… you said, back there, when we… I don’t know, I thought you said you loved me. Back there.”

Your voice got low and your head hung and your insecurity was showing. But Peter’s face remained lit up, as he squeezed your hand to reassure you, bringing your hands back closer together,

     “Oh I know! I just wanted to make sure I was hearing you properly YN.”

You rolled your eyes and glanced over at him, basking in this moment- it didn’t seem real, but it was. The two of you, literal superheroes, together in what seemed to be life’s most fun and magical twist yet, not just the fact that you even had these abilities. And you were just two teenagers walking along the streets of Queens. And you shared your first I love yous. You couldn’t help but laugh and smile.

     “Sure, Spidey,” you smirked.

ahh ok i hope you and everyone else who read that liked it!! should i make a part two where they’re just figuring out how to act normally in school + when they’re around each other and stuff, and maybe more of them fighting together!! lmk <3 thanks so much for requesting first ask anon <3

[cavalier-of-the-ninth]

I shall always regret the day I said to my then gf, sure, invite them over.

It was the worse decision I EVER made. I let a monster into the house and into my life.

I didn't believe that I could personally let someone into my life - let alone love - someone who didn't have any meaningful redeeming qualities. It's a challenging concept because I just don't see people that way by nature. But experience, and the knowledge that she's more or less proud of being a malicious narcissist and general POS is.. special, in my experience. (And I was raised by a fairly dangerous narcissist as a matter of fact.)

I want peace. I want to be left alone.

I've informed people about what you've been doing.

It's one thing to occasionally banter by post with your fake blogs about the occasional sentiment, or engage in semi ridiculous mutual negging - since apparently you really like to bring it there; I mean, how dare I not want you?

I hoped to never say such awful things ever to anyone I cared about, hell, I don't say them to strangers. It's the very definition of language meant to rip and tear, like WMD with letters. It might be a reflex for you; it is not for me.

I do what I must do. Nothing less and nothing more, even when it makes me wince.

I get that that is not something you can feel about your behavior; I understand your mental world to some extent - probably more than most. I've studied you as you have me during the course of this 'game' you like to play for a long, long time now. The game has lasted somewhat longer than our direct presence in each other's lives. But that was lived during one the most intense moments in modern human history when the presence of a human and the bond of friendship was like a literal lifeline, it was 'everything'. It made for very intense bonding.

(I recall you calling me 'everything' - that along with 'favorite person', 'best friend', and 'soulmate', along with a whole host of nonsense.)

If someone had told me then what you would do and how you would do it, that the whole thing would amount to exactly nothing - other than to be an absolute scourge on my life - I would have argued. I would not have budged about defending you to anyone. And I didn't. I was still arguing with my ex and one of your former friends along the lines of, 'no, that's ridiculous. she may be xyz but she is NOT that' less than 2 months ago.

And damn. Were they ever 100 percent right.

Once I'm talking to my ex again, I'm going to tell her that she was right about the stuff that even I was skeptical about.

I'll probably recount the facts for my own sanity and posterity here - at some point, now that I've reconstructed some of what was going on even while we were together and just before. I remember an extensive amount; remembering details is my thing. There were some explanations that didn't make sense, and some trends that didn't make sense. I wish all of this was entirely in terms of your ex, but I'm thinking there was more going on there than just that.

(But not soon. I honestly don't have the mental energy.)

And the blogs: You've had those for years and years even though you lied about not being on Tumblr much when we first talked about it and began following each other.

You've even pretended to benother people and interacted with me as such - even by DM - long before I was aware you had other blogs or how many, before I saw the masks, the fake personas there. I only worked out who those early fake profiles were after reviewing the list of people I was following in the last 48 hours.

( I used to gaslight myself about the other blogs all the time; I figured I was the paranoid one and reading into things. It's so predictable now that at least one of my friends can tell it's you at a glance because she's seen enough of them.)

Who knew, right?

And you're proud of it. I don't have words for that.

We've been in cycles of love, hate, and who knows what for a long time now; you're like my own shadow in some ways, not quite silent and always watching. Always there.

It's been 2 YEARS of that, of being in each other's lives in some way and living next to each other. 2 YEARS. It has taken so much of my life and energy. What a fucking waste.

I'll never get that time back.

I don't care what you do. I don't want you. The more vicious you are, the more repulsive you are to me. (And you always find ways to outdo yourself, to find another low.)

I don't care about your existence in the upper class heterosexual world and how many wondrous advantages that offers to someone focused on status and money. You probably belong there.

I don't want you over here. You couldn't pull it off if you tried now anyway.

Stay out of my life and we'll be good to go. Talking would only ever happen now if you contacted me directly outside of social media, in public and with witnesses. I believed you last night bcs it's hard to remember or believe that people would keep pushing the envelope of vicious behavior like that. It's just something that is hard to really to wrap my head around - still.

I also supect others are involved in this - possibly. If that is so, you'd better hope never to give them reason to turn on you. Anyone involved doesn't even know me and even then, 90% of people would find the shit you get up to where I'm concerned to be stomach turning. Folks wouldn't even think to pull this kind of shit if I were, in fact, a crazy ex making up stories; regular people have limits about certain things, a squeamishness about intentionally attempting to torment people. (Emphasis on 'attempting'.) So if you have a willing participant, just know that could very well get turned on you someday and is quite likely to happen - as it's strong evidence of Dark Triad personality characteristics.

It's amazing to me that you people don't get that somehow.

I'm gonna wrap this up now - your piece of things anyway. Anything else I post today is probably not going to be about you.

Leave me alone. Leave me alone. Stop trying to trick me. Stop embarrassing yourself. Leave me alone.

I don't care about the rest. I don't want you. I don't respect you. I don't want to be your friend. Go live your life over there and leave me to mine.

Say what you gotta say like a grownup, or get out of my face on Tumblr hiding like a child behind a computer. I will be perfectly fine if you say nothing at all and frankly, it would make things more peaceful.

Hope this is clear.

Go away.