#do you even realize how condescending and rude you sound

[unforth]

People who don't have children shut the fuck up about how to parent challenge.

[crookedteethed]

WORLD'S sluttiest assistant | r.c.

[warning] 18+ smut (pinv), oral (m receiving) face fucking, language, abuse of power, degradation, dubcon, porn with little plot, mentions of spit, Dacryphilia

You were always told to knock before entering Mr. Cameron's office, no matter the circumstances.

You wait for his response, your body shaking, not only because of the piping hot coffee (a request from Mr. Cameron) burning your hand but also the fear you feel for whatever lies behind the door in front of you because you know you had fucked up, bad.  

"Come in." you hear him say. His tone rich in annoyance, but what else was new?

You entered his office on his command a wobbling mess.

"Y-your coffee, sir. One black coffee. No sugar or cream.”

You didn't mean to stuttter, it was just something you often found yourself doing in the presence of your boss.

It was his cold cerulean stare that always made you feel so small.

As you walked the coffee to his desk, you made sure to watch your ever step--because even the slightest thing could tick off your boss.

When you placed the coffee on his desk, Rafe was quick to take it, taking one long sip from it. He let out a pleased sigh when he was done.

Then you watched as he stood up from his desk, walked to his glass cabinets, and pulled out a thick cream folder.

Your body tensed as Rafe slowly brought himself to the edge of his desk, nearly inches away from your body.

"Look over this for me." he told you, handing you the cream folder, a condescending smile tugged on his lips.

Instantly, you recognized your work. The same work you did overtime for the night before and left on Rafe's desk.

"What is this?" Rafe asked you when you were done skimming through the folder.

"I-it's the paperwork for our client, Coldwater Creek..." you trail off, unsure whether to continue, as you couldn't tell if this was good news Rafe was hearing or the opposite.

Nonetheless, you continued.

"This paperwork finalizes their demolition process, Sir.”

Rafe hums.

"So, this is the paperwork for Coldwater Creek?" he asked you, which couldn't have been more then a trick question.

You nod anyway.

You watched as Rafe visibly gotten angry, his eyebrows furrowing and is eyes turning wild.

"The same Coldwater Creek we dropped a few weeks ago, correct?”

Rafe stood up from his desk, his tall stature hovering over you like a skyscraper; it was right then that you wanted to kick yourself in the teeth, realizing you had settled the wrong paperwork for the wrong company.

You felt yourself get teary eyed, tears piled up in your tear ducts just waiting to be released.

Rafe continued. "Do you know how pissed the President of Coldwater Creek was to find out one of his branches had gotten demolished by our wrecking crew, Y/n? He'd threaten to sue."

It was the anger in his demeanor but the lack of it in Rafe's tone that made the first tear slip down your cheek.

"Jesus Christ, what are you crying for? This affects me more than it does you." He smacks his teeth.

He sighs.

"You can stop crying because I talked Mr. Cobblestone down, luckily, and he won't sue. However, this means that Cameron Development now has to build a free property for a company that owes us money. Like, Wow, Y/n, do you know what you have done?" He sounds astonished.

"I don't mean to sound rude when I ask you this, but, what the fuck? Are you that much of an idiot, Y/n?" He asks you.

You couldn't tell if he really wanted you to answer the question, but even if you could, you couldn't as you been a standing crying mess in front of him.

"Can you stop fucking crying!" He shouted for the first time, which ironically made you cry even more.

"Shit." Rafe gritted, palming himself. "Get on your fucking knees, now." He commanded, pushing you down by your shoulders and fumbling with his belt buckle and pushing down his slacks.

Rafe doesn't let you process what is even happening before taking your face and slamming his cock down your throat--all nine inches of him, causing a gag to elicit from your mouth. 

A forceful tear escapes from your closed eyes as Rafe brings your head as close as possible to his body to where his cock is pressed deep into the back of your throat.

He stays like this for a moment, sighing and relishing in the feeling of your warm, wet, pathetic mouth taking him whole. 

You stared up at him with pleading, teary eyes--with the occasional "GAK!" that would irrupt from your mouth. 

Then suddenly, Rafe begins getting himself off with your mouth. 

"Fuck, that's it, honey." He cooed, with a fist full of your hair bobbing back and forth. 

"D-do you know how bad this makes my company look, Y/n?" Rafe continued the conversation as if you weren't gagging on his cock right now. 

"Do you have any idea how bad this makes me look?”

Nothing in life could have prepared you for this very moment--giving your boss a bj while he yells at you about how much you'd fuck up. 

You hated yourself for how much you liked this.

Your cunt was dripping by the minute. 

"This makes me and my company look unprofessional. When people think of Cameron Development, they think of me, not a bimbo slut like you." Rafe told you, each thrust growing aggressive.

"Any little fuck up you do, will always get pinned back to me." He said through gritted teeth. "Do you understand that?" 

As Rafe continues to face fuck you, your jaw begins to grow sore, and you can't help but notice the saliva that drips down your chin. 

"Dicks got your tongue? Didn't you hear me?" Rafe had gripped your head. "I said, do you understand me?"

Why did he have to make it so hard on you? 

Pathetically, you nod, hoping he will give you a break. But to your dismay, Rafe said:

"I don't think you do understand me, Y/n. I guess I'll have to show you." 

And before you knew it, Rafe was lifting and bending you over the edge of his glass desk. 

The cool touch of the glass against your skin sent shivers down your spine as he tore through your tights with an almost animalistic urgency.

You could feel the adrenaline building as you surrendered to the moment.

It wasn't long until Rafe was shoving you to the brim with his cock.

Rafe's movements were primal and his grip on your hips were firm, yet possessive, as he held you in place.

Skin-on-skin slapping and quick breaths filled the room.

The sensation of the deep drag of Rafe's thick cock penetrating inside of your cunt had you blurring the lines between pain and ecstasy. 

You could feel the tension building, a delicious pressure that threatened to overwhelm you.

Now and then, Rafe would either degrade you about how much of a dumb slut you were or praise you for having such a tight cunt--which would only add to the tension building in your core. 

It was when you began meeting Rafe with his thrust did he stop insulting you and started focusing on one thing: his sweet release in your cunt. 

With each meeting of your hips, the intensity grew, and Rafe's focus sharpened. His breaths became ragged, and the primal urgency in his movements spoke volumes more than words ever could.

The heat was building up inside of you.

Rafe's grip tightened around your waist, guiding you to match his pace, urging you to meet him thrust for thrust.

With each thrust, Rafe's focus deepened, his eyes locked onto your heart shaped ass with intensity.

As the tension reached its peak, you felt yourself teetering on the brink, the world around you blurring into a whirlwind of pleasure.

Rafe's movements became more urgent, his breaths more frantic, and you knew he was close and the thought of his release sent a thrill through you, pushing you closer to your own climax.

In that moment, nothing else mattered as both you and Rafe came undone.

Rafe's urgent thrusts drove you both to the edge, and as he lost himself in the depths of pleasure, you felt the wave of your climax crashing over you.

It was a powerful release, a culmination of desire that left you breathless and trembling.

And like every time after you had fucked, Rafe was in such a hurry to act like nothing had happened. 

By the time you could strengthen yourself and fix your tattered and bunched clothing, Rafe had already been at his desk and typing away on his laptop, finishing up his coffee. 

And just as you were leaving his office, Mr. Cameron told you: 

"I've seen enough of you today; take the rest of the day off, and come back with your head screwed on right tomorrow."

[yanderes-galore]

yandere concept for redson lmk? please

Sure...! Hope you like it :)

Yandere! Red Son Concept

Pairing: Platonic -> Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Denial, Dark themes, Stalking, Delusional behavior, Condescending behavior, Unhealthy relationships, Jealousy, Possessive behavior, Violence, Branding briefly mentioned, Isolation/Kidnapping, Dubious companionship/Forced relationship implied

I feel like Red Son would be the type of yandere to think he doesn't like his obsession... yet does at an unhealthy amount.

Due to how Red Son acts with people, I can see him in denial at the idea of liking anyone but his family.

This goes for both friends and family.

He just... doesn't think he can do such a thing.

He sees everyone as peasants compared to him and is too prideful to stoop to such a level.

He's dramatic and temperamental, he isn't used to being close with people.

So much that he gets uncomfortable with physical affection and fears being emotionally vulnerable.

As a result, I feel Red Son would be very rude to his obsession at first.

If this sounds familiar... This is because he seems like he'd fall a bit into the 'Tsundere' archetype at first.

Red Son acts like he hates your guts, like he only sees you as a peasant and wants nothing to do with you.

He may even sense this odd attachment to you but tries so hard to ignore it.

He can't seem to get you out of his head no matter how hard he tries.

In response, he may even be a bit more cruel in his words towards you.

He doesn't understand why he can't stop thinking about you.

Which makes him vent his frustrations about you... at you.

Red Son comes off as condescending at the start of the obsession.

He thinks he should see you as beneath him.

Yet, Red Son is quite the lonely demon due to his personality.

He's so deep in denial when it comes to you.

The moment he thinks of you fondly, or even finds himself wanting some sort of bond between you...?

He immediately thinks you did something to him and not that he wants to be friends.

Red Son would either take a long time to confront his obsession, or need someone to help him.

Said someone is most likely MK or Mei, which is a humiliating experience for him.

MK and Mei were most likely his first friends/allies, so if he ever did break and confess his situation... They'd probably tell him he wants to be your friend or something similar.

Red Son doesn't even consider romantic feelings until he becomes friends with you.

With some help, he finally manages to talk to you.

And you're so nice it's both sickening yet pleasing to him.

Even as "friends", Red Son struggles on connecting.

Yet he's less condescending now thankfully.

He does realize that his words have hurt you... and he doesn't want that....

He isn't the most affectionate friend, mostly closed off as he rants to you about something.

He's actually surprised you even listen to his rants.

It... feels a little nice, actually.

Keep in mind that Red Son is not used to anyone caring about his emotions.

So the fact you let him vent is a... nice yet foreign change.

Red Son would probably not see his behavior as bad once it starts manifesting.

He is still new to the whole friend thing... so jealousy is probably something he thinks just... happens.

He feels a bit embarrassed at first to admit he wants to hang out.

Yet when he puts aside his ego, he really does enjoy your presence.

Maybe you aren't a peasant....

Due to his temperamental nature, I think you can tell when he's jealous.

He's seething when your attention is taken away from him during one of your hangouts.

After all, this is time for just you two.

Why does someone else have to ruin it?

Due to his entitlement, Red Son would make a fuss over someone paying attention to you.

The moment you ignore him he has a fit.

No, no, no! This is your time together.

I can see you trying to prevent a fight due to Red Son threatening whoever decided they would speak to you.

Best you calm him before flames start sparking.

Red Son definitely thinks it's a privilege to be his friend.

He deserves your time and will get it no matter what.

Even when you don't hang out, I can see him still trying to watch what you're doing from afar.

After all... are you having more fun with other people?

In that case... He just needs to plan how to win you over better.

Until someone mentions something, Red Son may not realize his behavior stems from romantic feelings.

Isn't it normal for friends to be jealous of others?

Isn't it normal for him to enjoy your smile when he shows you his inventions?

It's gotta be normal for him to feel giddy at the thought of being alone with you... just you and him.

The longer he knows you, the more vulnerable he is with you.

Except he never notices until you point it out... immediately causing him to grow defensive at your words.

It probably isn't until someone comments on his behavior that he considers his feelings for you aren't friendly.

Someone probably mentions he could have a crush on you in a teasing tone, only for him to tell them off.

Only to realize... maybe they're right?

He'd be in denial of his romantic feelings for a long time.

But then... Hey... It makes sense to him.

Why else would he be so possessive around you?

You're even the only person he tolerates physical affection with.

He's easily flustered but he will admit your hugs are addicting... He keeps thinking about them even at home.

The issue is... He has no idea how he'd even confess such a thing?

Which, for a long time, leaves Red Son silently fighting with his feelings.

It doesn't help that his heart flutters when you smile or his skin heats when you touch him.

You're clearly trying to be friendly, but it just has an entirely different effect on him.

Even now he still can't hide the jealousy he feels when others get your attention.

Part of him wonders if he asks you out and you date... if that means you're his now?

If he makes you his partner, does that mean he has control over you?

All of this is so new to him... and he is a demon.

Demons are naturally possessive of what they enjoy.

Especially him.

I can only imagine Red Son's is something he tries to make grande.

He plans it all out as some big reveal before dragging you towards him.

He'd say that it should be an honor to have his heart considering his parentage.

He'd accidentally be condescending in this... which may make you say 'No'.

If you said 'No', he's baffled.

How COULD you decline his offer!?

He worked so hard to make this perfect!

He'd throw a fit, give up for a bit, then realize he still very much needs you and decides to try again.

If you said 'Yes', he's smug.

He knew you'd agree with some convincing!

Truthfully, he was never going to take 'No' for an answer.

Now that you're dating, he feels entitled to you.

He's clingier and more demanding, often wrapping an arm around your waist.

Now he's overconfident, braggin to anyone that'll listen that you're his.

He's obsessive about you to an alarming degree.

He refuses to let you out of his sight without throwing a fit.

Scold him if you want, he isn't listening, probably will just tell his parents about all of your fights.

He's a brat that isn't afraid to burn someone if it meant he got you to himself.

By this point there's no going back.

People can correct him, but he's not listening.

All he really cares about is having you to himself.

He's never felt this way towards anyone else but you.

He'd be a fool to give you up now.

In terms of if Red Son would hurt anyone over you? I don't doubt it.

Sometimes he can't control his flames, which may lead to someone getting hurt.

That and I can see him eventually trying to have you move in with him.

After all, he lives in a castle.

Don't you want to live in a castle?

He'd definitely convince you to stay at Demon Bull King's Fortress.

He'd als desperately look for his parents' approval of you.

If they say you're a good fit... Then you never have to leave!

His kidnapping is typically coercion, carefully drawing you in like a moth to a flame.

Then he can keep you isolated in the castle, just so he can keep you to himself.

After that I can see him clinging to you, surprisingly giddy at the thought of having you to himself.

Now he doesn't need to share!

Seriously, who's willingly going to come here?

Not many! Which means you're all his.

Now you can love in peace!

This may seem OOC, but maybe Red Son could brand his obsession as punishment?

It's definitely way later into the obsession, most likely when he isolates you in the castle.

By that point he would've had to snap in order to make such a decision.

He'd brand a specific symbol or pattern to remind people that you're his, then immediately attempt to comfort you afterwards.

Ironically, Red Son is like playing with fire.

You're completely oblivious to what you do to him.

You think being friends will be nice.

Unfortunately... He just gets worse.

If you stay with him despite the warning signs... you're merely growing the fire deep inside him...

Soon his obsession will grow and grow if nothing is done to prevent it...

Leaving you to get burned.

[rookiesbookies]

The difference between Krueger and Konig with their darlings.

Thank you @shotmrmiller for listening to my ramblings

The difference between Konig and Krueger with their darlings is a bit crazy.

Konig was so rude when he first met his darling, talking down to her. However, a Konig who is teary after his first rut. His benevolent sexism makes him feel awful for using such a delicate and sweet creature for his gross needs. His anxiety feeding him thoughts that he may have hurt his darling, that she is too pretty for him, that her situation may have made her have to sign up for this job when she may not have even wanted it, and how she must view him as such a vile monster.

Almost all of that melts away when his darling reaches under his hood and rubs his face, running her fingers through his hair. She tells him how grateful she is that he was so careful with her in such an intense moment, how grateful she is that he didn’t judge her body. His eyes widen as he realizes she understands. The next few hours were full of sweet conversations and bonding.

Krueger who is so rude as well, but has no benevolence. That a woman is a distraction from his work. That his frustrations of any kind or taken out on the field.

Krueger, who his darling finds sitting outside her bedroom door in the early mornings, mask clutched tightly in his hands, eyes blown out and down right begging. He won’t say it, he wont apologize to a woman, but he needs NEEDS his darling he understands why she’s needed now. His hand, now well washed from the sink in his bathroom, was not enough. He’s telling her to let him just touch her, but he wouldn’t without her permission. He’s only running his hands over her forearms, grinding lazily against her pajamas pants the first time he ends up needing her. He cums in his pants and threatens her before leaving, some bullshit about how she will never tell anyone if she wants to live.

A Kruger, who now gets sexual satisfaction just from her scent. He’s addicted to her, she brings him comfort, yet he has no clue how to express it properly so he comes off angry and mean. She can see in his eyes he’s not, she just wishes he could say it to her.

Krueger who tries desperately to ask Konig how he got his darling to be so obedient. Not knowing how soft Konig is with her, and not knowing how to ask without sounding condescending.

Konig who acts all tough and rude but in reality he’s reaching behind him to hold her foot while sitting in this meeting because she’s his emotional support animal (like Jelly Roll and Bunny when he presented at the senate (i think it was the senate))

Konig, who won’t dare tell Krueger that the only reason his darling always knows is because he got those stupid couples bracelets off tiktok so he can press the button and her’s lights up. She presses it the first time to let him know she saw it, pressing a second time when she’s near. Sometimes he makes it light up just to let her know he needs her in that moment, sometimes its just to sit there and exist near him, sometimes its standing outside the door looking in the glass where he can see her when he talks in a meeting, sometimes it’s rubbing his back and holding his hand in stressful training with new recruits, sometimes he needs her sexual right then in there.

All Krueger sees is that every time Konig needs her, his darling is there and Krueger craves it.

Konig tries to tell him without telling him that he melted into the arms of his darling, but Krueger won’t understand it unless told straight up.

Krueger who goes to his darling to try to talk but finds her door unlocked and her laying in her bath.

“Are you-”

“I’m just incredibly sore.” She hummed, head propped on the edge of the tub with a towel and a cool wash cloth over her eyes.

“I-”

“They said in your file you wouldn’t apologize, so don’t bother trying.” She grumbled.

“If you know-”

“Why do I seem so grumpy?” She mocked, taking the wash cloth off her face. “I’m doing you a favor and I still get called a whore.” She said, putting her pointer finger to his chest.

There was silence.

Kruger who is trying to make you understand the way Konig made his darling understand but he has no clue how gentle Konig is with her, nor does he understand the chaos in Konig’s head when his darling isn't near brought on by his monster. Krueger, who does everything but beg and plead and cry to Konig about it, asking how he did it because his darling is so hateful and he hates it because he knows he caused it.

“I’m sorry for how I was.” He mumbled, not meeting her eyes. He didn’t see them soften as she got up to leave. She was too shocked to go after him, too sore to chase him, too naked and wet to do anything.

He locked her door and closed it as he stepped out, a small act of kindness that she didn’t realize until someone tried to open it as she was getting dressed later to give her papers.

She slipped a little sticky note written with words of forgiveness on it under his door later that night.

Maybe he wouldn’t have to be jealous of Konig anymore.

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[louiselove]

Two faced

I assume this is a nearly universal experience for women; the heartbreak that follows when you realize the man you know and love is only sweet and kind when you two are alone. The understanding, empathetic, funny, man you know so well and would defend from the rooftops. Suddenly you find yourself in a situation where you two are around another male friend of his, and now you are getting talked over, ganged up on, laughed at, and essentially deemed frivolous and insignificant. My voice, suddenly it's natural pitch sounding shrill as I try to fit in with two men who are nowhere near as close as me and this man, but for some reason have an undying loyalty to each other, and nothing but vague annoyance for pesky me. Even if he doesn't like the other male friend, I am still reduced to being treated as the unwanted one. Nothing has changed but the company, and my heart breaks all over again.

"I would never be openly rude to my girlfriend or female friend just because another man is there."

You do NOT have to aggressively mock a person to be condescending. You do not have to yell to be mean. I know countless women who have felt this way.

to put it simply, say you and your boyfriend are BOTH excited about getting sushi for dinner but his friend Paul joins and Paul wants burgers and Paul laughs at you and asks why you would get sushi on a Tuesday anyways, and your boyfriend laughs with Paul at the ridiculous idea. How could you possibly want sushi? On a Tuesday? The night ends with the three of you eating burgers. The laughter is raucous on their side of the table, and the evening has been filled with inside jokes no one cared to explain to you,

You go home, your boyfriend says he finds that guy annoying, and kisses you goodnight.

This is a mild example, but the emptiness that follows being treated as beneath for so long is truly disheartening.

[bethanydelleman]

Pssstt what do you think of Eloise Bridgerton?

Lots of people seem to love her and her outspokenness and I understand that the show is a very fictional very fanfiction fiction set in a very fanfiction-y Regency era and her dissatisfaction of her life as a woman is justified

But

Am I the only one who distastes her attitude? She's rude. She doesn't care about other people's feelings, not even her own mother or her sister, Daphne who yes has very different views about marriage compared to her but I think most of the time Daphne is nice towards her and all that she can spout is how she's Different and she doesn't want to marry that men had it so much better than women. It's giving very condescending energy

She's not wrong about the unfairness of women's situation but she's also a higher rank woman and it's just....*frustrated noise, I wish she's written for the show as less of a child who has just learned of the phrase 'women's right' who's made it their entire personality and more of a person who's conscious of the differences in privilege between men and women and tries to change that, emphasize in 'tries' instead of whatever she's supposed to be- whiny and rude

If she's the face of women's right movement, I'll be fine with it, but it's also very annoying

Or

Am I just weird for not liking her because she actually has some really good points? Idk

I find Eloise Bridgerton incredibly annoying and I'm not sure if the show is self-aware enough to know that they made her extremely irritating. And this also comes back to my girl sad about arranged marriage post... Caveat that it's been a while since I watched S1 & S2 of Bridgerton and I won't be watching 3 because I hated 2.

Eloise sounds and acts like an incredibly entitled university student who has never had a paying job. The stuff she says is "right" in a modern sense, or at least takes a modern perspective when it comes to women's rights, but it sounds canned given the imagined era. The big problem is that as far as I remember, Eloise only cares about women, mostly herself, and not about class. Her discovery during her investigation that servants don't have the time to publish a paper could have led to her realizing something, but it didn't. She whines about her "plight" but doesn't seem to have any real compassion for frankly anyone. It's an entirely selfish one woman campaign.

The fact is, Eloise comes from a very rich family and her siblings are very kind, she doesn't have to marry. If she is like any Jane Austen heroine, it's Emma. Austen made Emma sympathetic by showing an Emma who doesn't whine at all, but suffers from the weight of her duty and limited options. Jane Fairfax was the one who very occasionally complained about her lot in life, and her future was bleak. Being a governess sucked and was usually a dead-end job that required a ton of work.

Eloise could have been great. They could have put the words of real women's rights activists from her time period in her mouth, like Mary Wollstonecraft. They could have even borrowed from Jane Austen, who has many women beg to be regarded as "rational creatures" who know their own hearts. Instead, she feels like a hollow shell of empty rhetoric, a petulant child with no compassion for anyone but herself, and a mouthpiece of hackneyed modern sentiments.

So yeah I'm with you.

[kumezyzo]

enemies to lovers with bf!sapnap !

this turned out to be way longer than i had anticipated. and it didn't even really get to the lover part. but i can make a part 2 if people are really interested. streamer reader, btw. this is also incredibly long.

anyway, enjoy or dont :) m.list

you and sapnap met each other in a valorant lobby. you chose to play the sage, and sapnap just happened to be having a bad day. And it just so happened you were both streaming.

"sage, do your fucking job!" his voice sounded through your headset. his tone made you do a double take, snapping you out of your concentrated trance. you looked at your chat and then your camera in disbelief before you made your way over to his downed character.

"ask nicely, asshole," you mutter under your breath, not realizing you were unmuted.

"id ask nicely if you knew how to play the fucking game," he said, causing you to freeze for a moment. then you rolled youre eyes and healed him, praying for the round to be over soon.

when the round was over and you started talking about how rude that one guy was, your chat made it aware to you that he was also a streamer.

"sapnap?" you ask, looking at your chat with a bit of disgust. "he's a big streamer? that doesn't give him the right to be an ass."

you sigh as you open up a different tab and look him up. the first thing that shows up is a picture of his face, and you couldn't help but think he was a little cute. then you remembered his condescending voice and the attraction left.

"he plays minecraft, too?" you ask out loud to no one in particular. you clicked on the first minecraft video that came up and shared your screen with your stream.

you watched a few minutes of the video, skipping through it and making your own judgments on his content.

"notice how he only plays with men...."

that judgment being that he's a misogynist.

he looked you up as well, and he couldn't help but think you were attractive as well. but he couldn't find a flaw in you as quickly as you could in him.

"she sounds.... annoying..." he said as he watched you into your youtube video. half his chat agreed while the other noticed the glint in his eye as he watched you speak.

and as fate would have it, the first time you're in an mcc, you're also put on a team with sapnap. when you see the roster, you think the name sounds familiar. that is before you realize who he was and how much you were going to hate your first mcc.

when your team started training, you tried to avoid talking to him. but it was hard when the game was built on communication.

he would be nice to everyone else, encouraging them and giving them advice, but then a complete ass to you. he refused to call you anything but "sage" and only criticized you.

and as much as you wanted to be civil with him, you simply couldn't. so you started taking small little jabs at him. and from then on, it was constant bickering that your two other teammates didn't bother to keep up with. and some days, you couldn't either.

"sapnap, get your shit together," you say tiredly.

"shut the fuck up, sage," he shoots back quickly. you roll your eyes and sigh, debating whether or not to just leave the call, turn off your pc, and go to bed.

your chats thought it was hilarious. as hostile as it felt some times, you found yourself making jokes that even made him laugh. the clips of you two laughing with each other were few but cherished within both your fandoms.

then it so happened that you two saw each other at Twitch Con. people lost their minds seeing you two greet each other stiffly. and a clip started to circulate. an angle of you meeting the dream team, but saps face very clear in the video.

his eyes raked up and down your body when he stepped back to let you hug dream and george, the glint in his eye returning. then his face turned annoyed as you smiled at his best friends. it was a strong contrast to how you gave him a tight-lipped smile and waved at him awkwardly.

afterward, dream (being the hospitable human he is) invited you out to dinner with them. you couldn't refuse, although the idea of sapnap being there made your blood boil. but you sucked it up and went to have fun with your new friends.

when the pictures were posted, people couldn't help but notice how you and sap sat on either side of dream. it looked like two fighting toddlers being separated by their mother. and it didn't help that dream tweeted it with the caption 'making sure the kids aren't fighting 🥰" people make it a thing that dnf are the parent and you two are the children.

thankfully, you two got along that night, something shifted from completely unable to stand one another to less insulting banter.

"thank you," you said to the waiter as the set down your drink. you smiled at them right before they walked away.

"thank you," he mocked once the waiter walked away. you leaned forward and glared at him.

"im sorry, do my manners bother you?" you asked, trying to fight the disgust on your face.

"when you sound like a bitch, yea," he said, looking down at the menu again.

to

"so, sapnap," you emphasize his streamer name. "what is it with you only having male friends?"

"what is it with you not knowing how to heal people, sage?"

"you really dont have manners, huh?" you said, shaking your head at him. "usually, you say someones name when referring to them."

"not when they can't play valorant."

to

"dont post that," you said fearfully once you see the flash go off. sapnap looked at you with a mischievous glint. you were mid bite when he decided to take a picture.

"or what, sage?" he challenged, narrowing his eyes at you.

people then started noticing how you two were interacting more but also weren't as hostile as before. instead of rolling your eyes or grimacing when something is said about sapnap, you listen intently. you had become good friends with dream and george. you found that hearing stories of the three of them made you warm up to sapnap.

he didn't seem as rude as he was when you first met. and that original attraction was finding its way back to you. it was almost embarrassing to admit that his face wasn't too hard to look at anymore. you found yourself even admiring him at times. and it scared you.

he started seeing you in a similar way. he always thought you were pretty. he never denied that. but now it was easier to admit. he had warmed up to you. he wasn't sure you'd agree, but he might even go as far as to consider you a friend. a mutual one at the very least. and that could be seen in the ways he defended you.

"you know yn, right?" a man said to sapnap through his headset. he was invited to do a podcast. and now, the topic of conversation has switched to you.

"yea, what about her?" he asked, confused as to where the conversation may go.

"i mean, you've seen it first hand. shes kinda annoying," the host said. sap furrowed his eyebrows as he continued. "she acts like such a bitch. jesus christ, i saw a guy donate her like a hundred bucks and just shut him down."

"shes a bitch cause she didnt wanna date some guy in her chat?" he asked slowly.

"he wasnt just some guy, he dm'd her like six times and she just kept saying no. didnt even give him a chance, man," the host said, shaking his head in disappointment. "sucks man. she was kinda bad too."

even though that episode never aired, sapnap still told his best friends about it. and they obviously had something to say.

"nick, i thought you hated her," dream said, confused.

"im not gonna let someone say that shit about her," he said nonchalantly.

"why, cause only you can?" dream joked. sapnap rolled his eyes. "i also just dont get why you're such a dick around her. you obviously like her, so why-"

"i dont like her," sapnap cut him off. he shook his head as dream deadpanned.

"okay, well, like her or not," dream sighed. "shes cool. hang out with her. then maybe you'd actually make some progress with her."

and then you did hang out. in minecraft obviously. but you made a series out of it. you two named it "minecraft for dummies". it was just a series where you two tried to work together in a minecraft world.

it was built on you challanges your viewers would request every week. the clips that came out of it ranged from you two being wholesome to your mics crackling rom yelling at eachother.

"can you make my bed orange?" he asked you as he got more wood to finish the third level of your shared house.

"yea, i got'chu," you said with a giggle as you crafted the bed.

to

"DID YOU JUST KILL MY WOLF???"

"IT WAS GOING TO KILL ME!"

"SAGE, I WILL FUCKING MURDER YOU-"

"WAIT!!! IM ON FOUR HEARTS-"

and as a result of this series, sapnap started calling you by your name on occasion. it was rare and the first time it happened, it through you through a loop. then it kept happening. and it shocked everyone else as much as it did you.

"yn, stop putting this-"

"what did you just call me?"

him calling you by your name, even if its every once in a while, and found yourself smiling at the way it rolls off his tongue. it was just comfortable. both of you denying there were any feelings between you two was alright. it just was.

i gave up towards the end if you couldnt tell. but i really hope you enjoyed. -nony

[megan0013]

Number 12. “I spent so long in the darkness I’d almost forgotten how beautiful the moonlight is.”

For the Halloween prompt thing, Stricklake. (thought it's exactly the soppy thing Strickler would say).

The wedding is off.

Probably.

At least, Barbara sure hopes it is after she’d managed to bungle her vows oh-so-spectacularly that Pastor Vendel had declared her resistant to marrying and sent her away from her own wedding rehearsal. Which is fine with her. She absolutely does not want to marry a rude, condescending man like Lord Lake anyway. Who cares about his money and his land and his title?

Well, okay, fine. A lot of people do.

Including her overly nouveau riche parents, who are obviously more concerned with climbing society ladders than the happiness of their own daughter. Just because they chose to marry for position and not for love doesn’t mean she should have to, too.

“I’d rather die than spend the rest of my life with a man I do not love,” Barbara declares softly, fingertips ghosting along rough capstones as she crosses over the bridge leading out of town. “And I do not love James Lake, nor will I ever.”

The wind seems to sigh in agreement, sending fallen leaves sweeping up off the misty road to dance around the hem of her skirt before skipping ahead down the path.

Absently, she follows them along the long and winding road.

“He may be charming and handsome,” she continues as her path veers off to the right, away from town, “and he may have everyone else fooled, but I know in my heart Lord Lake is not a good man. I have seen the places he frequents. I know he is a cheat, a swindler. And not even a very good one if the rumors surrounding his gambling losses are to be believed.”

The road narrows under the thick canopy of trees.

“I fear he will drive us into the poorhouse if left unchecked.”

A crow caws ominously as she passes.

“That is if his visits to those other types of houses do not put us there first.”

Something howls in the distance as the buzzing of cicadas grows louder.

“At least I know of my fiancée’s poor character. The new Mrs Palchuk only learned of her husband’s vices after they were already wed. The awful things I have heard him say to her... Well, it’s no wonder she has changed so much these past few months.”

Her fingers curl into fists at her side.

“He is a monster. And I will not tolerate the same treatment from my own husband.”

A sudden gust of wind sends the dead leaves swirling into the air.

“Oh! If there was only something I could do to stop this wedding once and for all! I would do anything!”

She stomps her foot.

“Anything!”

The leaves drop like stones and all the insects go deathly silent as the world around Barbara comes to an abrupt stop. It’s enough to shock her back into awareness, and she heaves in a great breath upon realizing just how far off the road she’s wandered.

Everything is eerily still for a moment and then:

Bang!

The sound is immediately followed by the crack of a tree splintering in half and Barbara whirls around, her eyes wide with terror, just in time to watch as a creature – tall and jade and made of stone, with horns and fangs and bright yellow eyes – emerges from its depths.

She chokes on a scream.

“It sounds to me like you need not a husband,” a grin stretches clear across its face, “but a murderer most foul.”

[abbacchiosbelt]

hi!!! may i request childe with b1 or k1 (whichever one u like more)? i hope u have a great day :)

"Come on," Childe coos, his tone condescending. "I know you want some."

Your mouth twists into a frown, and you refuse to give Childe an answer. In front of you sits a lavish spread of food, the mouthwatering aroma nearly breaking your composure. He didn't deserve your fake happiness, and you refused to indulge him in this little outing he'd forced you to go on.

/

You'd been having a perfectly fine day - as fine as a day can be when you were forced to act as a Fatui Harbinger's spouse, anyways. For the most part, when Childe was gone, you could do what you wanted around the massive home he kept you locked up in. It was highly secured, so there was no worry that you would escape.

Besides, even if you mustered up the guts to try, Childe would hunt you down scarily fast.

Your perfectly fine day had taken a turn for the worse when you'd been informed by one of the maids employed by Childe that the Lord Harbinger was going to take you out and that you were to be dressed by the time he arrived back in the evening.

And who were you to refuse...? That didn't mean you would make it easy for him, though.

/

"No thank you," you reply, even-toned. "I'm not hungry."

Childe laughs at your refusal, but his smile doesn't reach his eyes. "Just try some, you'll change your mind." He grabs a fork and stabs a generous helping onto it from one of the dishes before he brings it to your mouth. "Open wide."

You balk at his actions and give him an incredulous look. "Are you—" You realize your mistake when Childe presses the food into your mouth, the grin on his face smug. You have no choice but to accept it - and you'd be lying if you denied how good it was. Savory, with subtle hints of some of Liyue's regional ingredients poking through... You swallow and make a content sound.

Childe grins. "See? It'd be a waste to not enjoy it. You don't want to ruin our date, do you?"

The brief pleasant moment dissipates, and red-hot anger floods your veins. The good food could only mask the reality of your situation so far - and it had quickly reached its limit.

"A date? Is that what you think this is?" You sputter. The grin on Childe's face doesn't fade, and it incenses you even further.

"What else would it be?" Childe replies. He scoops up another bite onto the utensil, and you turn your head, petulant. Knowing his tricks, you cover your mouth before you speak.

"You kidnapped me." You refuse to give in to his bait, knowing that arguing with Childe will only encourage him. He laughs, and you're startled by his free hand reaching up to move your hand from your mouth. He grabs your chin and forces you to look at him - this time, his smile doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"You say kidnap, I say date. Who's really to know?" Childe lets go of your chin and opts to reach for your mouth instead, slipping his fingers in either side and forcing you to open it. He holds the utensil piled with food up to your mouth and hums. "C'mon now, it's rude to let the food get cold."

You're forced to accept the bite, and Childe watches you the whole time, his smile unwavering. The food is tasteless this time, the anxiety rising in your throat blocking out any semblance of pleasure you'd felt earlier. It feels like lead going down your throat. When you finally swallow, Childe immediately scoops another bite up for you.

"Good, good. I knew you'd understand. You know, I was about to use the methods I had to use on my siblings growing up when they pretended not to be hungry..." Childe continues to talk as he feeds you, ignoring your blank expression.

With time, he knew you'd come around - for now, he'd make sure you understood that he would never give up on you.

request from this set of ask prompts!

[shadowmaat]

No fun allowed

Internet drama and controversy can be fun to watch, but I also love silly things, feel good stories, and other harmless fun that gets shared on the internet.

I am, however, exhausted by the ever-increasing number of people who feel compelled to state that something-or-other is "obviously fake" or to otherwise question the validity/intentions of the poster.

Look. Kids. Sometimes, yes, it's important to clarify when something being shared is verifiably false. Especially if what's being shared contains dangerous misinformation that could cause harm to someone else.

Most of the time, though, it doesn't matter. And just because you personally believe something is fake doesn't mean you're right. Stop being an asshole just for the sake of trying to prove how much smarter and better you are than everyone else. Stop trying to discredit strangers on the internet who aren't hurting anyone and are very likely telling the truth. Stop assuming everything is fake. There's a time and a place for those kind of conversations and accusations. Learn how to tell the difference.

The most recent example I've seen is on a video of someone unrolling their knitting project only for it to roll off the end of the bed and startle a cat the maker didn't realize was there. Cute. Funny. No harm done.

Someone in the comments questioned why they were filming if they didn't know the cat was there. Condescending. Accusatory. Rude.

The person was clearly intending to show off all the work they'd accomplished on their knitting project. Very cool and stripey and either a scarf or possibly one side of a to-be-completed blanket. Or a bed for a boa constrictor, who knows? Point is, someone was trying to show off something they were proud of and then got a startled cat as a bonus.

Even if it had been a "set-up" though, so what? Is it hurting anyone? No. Does it change the context of what's seen in the video? No. There's no harm and no foul and no goddamn reason to be a petty suspicious jerk about it.

Another example would be any of Seanan McGuire's Tales of Animal Rehab and Chaos. Some of these do sound bizarre, like the alligator lizard in the leg story, but weird things DO happen (especially around Seanan) and accusing her of making stuff up for attention/clout is fucking rude. Sure, she's a storyteller, but some things she doesn't need to make up. Especially if she isn't getting paid for it. lol

Again, no one gets hurt by stories like that (ignoring the injuries sustained in the story itself) and it's also a good example of what NOT to do if you find an alligator lizard in your tent/sleeping bag. Important safety tip: don't try stabbing something anywhere near your own body.

People can, however, get hurt by constant accusations of lying. Seanan no longer shares those awesome stories because when she did it always resulted in a bunch of armchair fact-checkers calling her a liar and demanding "proof" that any of it happened.

When it comes to stuff like AITA or that Neighborhood thing or whatever, sure, some of those stories are made up. But again, who cares? Do you think you'll get points for calling out an obviously fake story about, I dunno, some dude replacing his gf's perfume for skunk spray because he's convinced she's cheating on him? No. No one cares. Other than maybe reassuring people that so-and-so isn't in any danger, you gain literally nothing by outing it as fake.

Sometimes those things are done for fun. And sometimes they're based on real examples of the kinds of things that have happened. And even when they're fake they can act as cautionary tales to help folks identify potentially dangerous behaviors. Maybe a guy hasn't actually replaced a wife's/girlfriend's perfume with skunk spray, but people of all identities have engaged in paranoid, possessive behavior and if you know what the warning signs look like you can take precautions. Same with tall tales from the workplace. Or involving neighbors. Or whatever. If it isn't hurting anyone and isn't spreading dangerous misinformation, maybe consider leaving it alone.

[totally-not-a-dod-agent]

TIMING: 24th of September LOCATION: The Vinyl Countdown PARTIES: Mateo and Eli @fearhims3lf SUMMARY: Elijah walks in looking for new records and is confronted to someone he can't easily get a read on. Mateo tries to make a sale and more. CONTENT WARNINGS:  n/a

Nausea and a headache that was akin to having a jackhammer beating against a skull plagued Mateo. His night of shenanigans caught up with him, and he was suffering. All he wanted to do was lay in bed, but he had promised to take another shift at the Vinyl Countdown, and he was a man of his word. Grumbling, he laid his head on the register counter and rose it weakly when a few customers walked in. He greeted them promptly and let them know to request help if they needed it, retreating for a moment when he felt the urge for a smoke. There wasn’t going to be a rush for another hour or two, so he figured he’d be in the clear if he just walked away for a few minutes. 

Finding himself outside, Mateo pulled out a cigarette and held it between his lips as he sparked his lighter to life. With one big inhale, the crisp sound of tobacco igniting was a relief, making his shoulders sink. A sense of solace washed over him, increasing as he continued to inhale and exhale. He let his head lean back against the wall as he watched passersby go about their day. In a matter of minutes, Mateo was down to the filter and about to light another stogee until he saw the time. “Shit.” He blinked, groaning to himself when he realized he didn’t have time to, quickly making his way back to the counter.  

Even with the stench of the mines having already done their job on his nose, he could catch the scent of cigarettes coming from the employee. Problem was, this was about the only thing he could feel coming his way. That was uncommon, though it was not the first time this had occurred to Henri. Elijah shifted to put down the records in his hand onto the counter. You could find some classic names in there : Mötley Crüe, Blondie and Bowie. But, that wasn’t exactly how you got people chatting. 

“Smoke break, huh?” He ticked his tongue, clearly disapproving. Nevermind that he worked in a mine or that he was a smoker himself. Slipping his hand in his back pocket, he turned around to look at the rest of the store. “I was wondering if you maybe had suggestions for me. I was gonna get these, but I’d also love to broaden my horizons.” Rubbing his hand against his stubble, the miner smiled, “unless you’d rather go back on a smoke break, of course.” He looked amused by his own bullshit, which was, he supposed, enough for now. 

The comment sounded just snide enough for Mateo to narrow his eyes at the customer. Sure, he had a job to do, but there was something about getting a condescending remark that always made Mateo want to bite. “Yeah. Smoke break.” He said flatly, clenching his fist open and closed a few times before composing himself enough to lay on the charm. 

Nevermind the idiot—who was actually annoyingly attractive—getting a sale would put the mare in a better mood. Bonus points if he could finagle his way to getting the guy in the back room. Mateo had done that a few times, unbeknownst to Leticia. His sales tactics were a little unorthodox, but he was the best salesman by far. He just had to ignore yet another comment.

“If you’re looking for some boring classics, these are definitely the way to go. I mean, they ain’t bad, but they’re so overplayed, man.” Mateo leaned over the counter, a shit-eating grin on his face just charming enough to complement his flirtatious eyes. “Lemme show you some real music over here.” Waving the man to follow, Mateo circled around the counter to go straight to the section he curated himself. He pulled out his first recommendation, holding it reverently before presenting it. “Behold, Dead Kennedys. Nothing says ‘anti-authority through the use of creative thinking’ like these guys.”

"That's a terrible habit to have," Elijah wasn't precisely rude, if you referred to the thick folder Henri had left in his DC apartment, detailing all the quirks and habits, all the personal history of his charming, loveable boy next door. No, Elijah wasn't rude, but he knew how to get someone's attention. Attention was attention, negative or not. His lips curled up, and he reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, the picture of bashfulness.

"Anyhow, I didn't come here to comment on that." He must have struck a nerve, or maybe played his cards right. He couldn't recall a salesman ever calling his choices and tastes boring, even if they, like today, were very much so. "Pretty basic heh?" He couldn't disagree on that, but those were classics for a good reason. History remembered only the best and worst, never what was in between. "Real music heh?" He pursed his lips. "Alright, I'll bite. As long as you don't whip out Now that's what I call music Volume 3," Elijah joked, following behind the guy. 

As a first album was presented to him, Henri had to do his best not to break character. Oh the fucking irony of picking this for a federal agent. Beautiful. Yeah, that sure cracked him up, but Elijah contemplated the cover with a look of puzzlement. Burning cars. Intriguing. "Are you saying I should loosen up a bit," he inquired, his hand held up to validate his first choice. "Keep going. What other non basic classics have you got in store?"

Mateo’s jaw slightly dropped at the horrid idea of suggesting Now That’s What I Call Music. The audacity! The blasphemy! The mockery! The mare sucked his teeth and rolled his shoulders to relax. He was getting a little too worked up for no reason. Well, maybe not for no reason. Men like this guy, the ones who were just as annoying as Mateo, were a bit of a special interest. The likes of which he took to finding himself on top—in more ways than one. 

“No biting. Not yet,” He quipped, sticking out his tongue playfully as he handed over the record and rubbed his hands together deviously. When Mateo reached the section he was looking for, he made devil horns with both hands. His sign of success. “I say you should definitely loosen up a bit. And you do that…” Mateo began to drum quickly on the cabinet before tapping on the album cover of his choice. “With Bad Brains.” He plucked the album from its place and offered it over. It was the right call, and he knew it.

“You got hits like Sailin’ On, The Regulator, and Leaving Babylon. Truly some of the best shit to headbang to.” Nodding his head side to side, Mateo clicked his tongue, “Well, among other kinds of banging too.”

Elijah chuckled at the offended air on the salesman’s face. Yes, he was aiming at this. “Sensitive subject. Noted,” with a slight final snort, he fell quiet to listen to the other describe what he had in store for him. Both musically or not, apparently. Arms crossed over his chest, eyebrows raised comically as if to say I’m listening, he granted the other a cheeky smile, holding out his hand, at last to take a look at that new album. 

Alright. They really were going for punk classics, heh. Henri wasn’t precisely a great fan, and would have sooner walked a bit further to look at hard rock and metal records. He enjoyed a bit of everything, with a definite guilty pleasure found in Disco music which he would most likely deny. Elijah’s was Celine Dion. Everyone had one. He wondered what this guy’s secretive favorite was. Dolly? Cher?  Now That’s What I Call Music ? The thought almost made him break character and he cleared his throat, apparently in response to that unhinged innuendo. 

“Sorry, I went elsewhere for a second,” pause, “you were saying?” Oh that was plain evil. You didn’t make people repeat that kinda shit. With a perfectly innocent look on his face, he returned his attention back to the record.

“For any true music lover, yeah, sensitive subject. I’d rather listen to Never Gonna Give You Up on loop for twenty-four hours straight.” Leticia had almost done just that, torturing Mateo his entire shift. It was agony, listening to those damn electric drums bumping the speakers in the pattern everyone knew. He groaned just thinking about it, groaned even more at the way the man next to him wasn’t listening. No matter. He wasn’t going to repeat himself. 

Just make the sale.

“Now, if you want shitty music—the overplayed bullshit—you go to those damn compilation cds made by those big wig corporation dumbos that don’t know shit about music.” With a smile, Mateo threw an arm around the customer’s shoulder, shaking him playfully and nudging him toward the record. “But if you want to rock out and get off on anti-authority—which is a favorite thing of mine—you get this!” 

Mateo backed away to give the guy room to think, crossing his arms and biting his lip. “Could show you how good it is, honestly. These speakers got great balance that fills the room. Blasts through any door or wall. You know, besides the soundproof room. It’s impressive. Like me.”

"That bad, huh," he had never owned one of those compilations. They very much felt like : here is what you should listen to. We hope you enjoy our bland soup. That song, however. One of his exes loved that shit. He didn't get it, but that also meant that he now knew each damn word of it. "I might have not listened to it 24 hours in a row, I think I've suffered my fair share already with that song," the other option would be as if he was listening to nothing. Tempting. When did he ever get that chance? He was always tuned on radio emotion. Except for now.  It was just them, and the other was silent. That was a relief even if it threw him off a little. This wasn't the norm.

Even as he wrapped his arm around his shoulders, Elijah felt nothing. He turned to look at the guy. Alright, maybe he shouldn't have been an arse to him. He seemed nice. A different approach might be best, then. "Got a…" he trailed off. Lot on his mind. It was hard to keep the long face with that sort of energy thrown in your face anyway. He returned the smile, at last, and with a reluctant roll of his eyes, took the record in his hands as if to give in to the other's nagging. Didn't take much convincing, did he?

"You could show me?" Even Henri had to admit to being a bit lost here, until he wasn't. "Alright, we've established that you are convincing, but if you want me to believe either of those are impressive," he gave the other a look, swaying the record between his hands as if to invite him to snatch it out of them, “well, I’m gonna need proof.”

“Listen, my guy, I get tortured with that song weekly. My boss hates my guts for some reason.” Mateo winked, “Probably because I outsell her and she owns the place.” A shit-eating grin pulled his cheeks up and he let out a chuckle as he leaned against a rack of vinyls. Confidence was mounting over, spilling off of Mateo’s shoulders with the cross of his arms. The man had taken the record, no argument or hint of rejection given. As per usual.

What could Mateo say? He was good at his job.

“You need proof? I can show you proof. That’ll be no problem.” The mare snatched the record away, teasingly holding it just out of reach as he leaned into just so. “Hope you’re ready. Sailin’ On is a great opener for an album.” Mateo moved to the record player connected to the store’s speakers, continuing his speech. “Fast-paced, and not too long. Flows right into another fast song. You know, keeps the speed going.” With a smile, Mateo placed the record into place, moving the needle over to spark the music to life. 

The quick taps of the drummer’s signal went off, the rest of the band crashing through and sending the notes thrumming across the walls and floor. Mateo sauntered back over to his customer, placing a friendly hand to his shoulder as he cocked his head back slightly. “So, what do you think? Great pace to bang to, you know?” Innuendo intended. Made even more obvious as Mateo’s eyes glided over the man’s lips. “Name’s Mateo, by the way.”

“If your boss hates you for doing a great job, that..." He paused, to absent-mindedly look up at the ceiling. Yeah, that didn't sound like a great boss. If the Never Gonna Give You Up on a loop wasn't enough to convince anyone of quitting, the owner really needed to sort out her issues with being outperformed. "Bit of an over achiever, are we?" That wasn't precisely what he'd define as punk. That guy could have told him he was pro anarchy and Eli wouldn't have been shocked at all, after all, but... he seemed to be prideful, and all too smug about his ability to nudge anyone into going his way.

The empath liked to bring those types down a peg or two, but this one right here... He couldn't feel a thing and when there was nothing to feel, there were no feelings to manipulate either.

It was distracting. Usually, Elijah was bothered with having to deal with other people's emotions colliding with his own. Receiving absolutely nothing was just as unnerving, but the shop keeper had enough energy to keep anyone focused on him and without much else to do than to nod along, the federal agent's shoulders relaxed.

He rested his weight against one of the racks and looking up at the talkative guy, awarded him a smile, one tainted with bashful tenderness as he seemingly finally caught on those innuendos. "Elijah." Pause. "I'm new in town," which he supposed could mean anything. Just passing by, or here to settle down. "Feel free to lie to me, but you're not this friendly with all your customers? Cause if not, I wouldn't be opposed to getting further acquainted." His eyebrows raised and he reached over to put his hand over Mateo's.

Mateo took the hand over his as a victory, his smile curling further before he licked his lips. “Listen, I’m exceptionally nice to all my customers, it’s how I make the most sales.” Leaning closer, the mare slipped his hand over Elijah’s and let them fall to their waists, lacing their fingers together. Mateo didn’t particularly like lying, but some moments called for it. A twist of the truth here and there, to spare some feelings or even someone’s ego. That didn’t seem the case at the moment, though. No, Mateo thought it to be more of a case of genuine interest and slight reservation at the clerk’s flirtations. 

It was cute. Really cute. Too cute to sway the truth or manipulate or deceive. At least, not in a way that wouldn’t cause actual guilt in Mateo’s gut. “I see someone I like and I go for it, usually. In and out.” He shrugged, rubbing his neck with his free hand. Now he was the bashful one. Jesus, working with Leti had made him soft. “But let me grab you some dinner, huh? We’re close enough to shutting down. I don’t think la jefa will even notice.” She would, though. She always did. But the risk seemed worth it. For the reward, Mateo told himself. “Come on.” He waved for Elijah to follow. “Maybe if you’re up to it, you can try out the amazing music I picked out for you.”

[chthonicarcher]

you’ll be interested to know I hadn’t actually read your response to me on AO3 yet at the time of receiving this ask! I haven’t looked at my AO3 inbox at all since you left your original comment, in fact. if you felt bad about whatever you said, you could have just deleted it at any point... (but it doesn’t matter. the entire thread will be deleted soon regardless!)

continued... ->

okay, so first: I do sincerely apologize for replying to your initial comment in anger. because yes, it made me angry! I should have waited until later to reply, when I wasn’t so annoyed anymore. but I didn’t wait, and I do regret that. and, as a side note, I did *not* actually intend to sound condescending—but, as I’m sure you’ve realized, intentions sure don’t count for much here.

because you claim in your ask that you *intended* to “kindly” let me know about an error you noticed in my fic. but what you actually did, though, was rudely ignore the chapters you had read and PRESUMABLY enjoyed (who knows?? not me, because you didn’t say shit about that) and instead decided to point out what you perceived as a math error on my part (which, I’ll only say this once more, because it doesn’t actually matter: I was not, in fact, wrong about in the first place!) and called it a day. WOW, THANKS!

pictured here: KINDNESS!

do you understand why that kind of thing might make an author feel bad? I mean, really, do you? it’s like you walked into my house, sat down at my table and started eating this cake I had baked for you *without uttering one single word to me* the entire time, and then abruptly stood up and left while loudly talking about how *you* would have frosted the cake differently. come the fuck on, man. even just *thinking* about writing things again is hard enough for me right now. I mean *nice* comments don’t even hit the same when you’re feeling bad about your work! *this* shit feels demoralizing. like listen, I get that you probably weren’t trying to be a dick on purpose, but please just...try to have more awareness of how your words could affect people? I don’t think that’s too much to ask.

by the way, some advice for the future, if you’ll pardon the condescension: if you ever feel an urge to get pedantic in somebody’s comments section, in MY opinion you should either a.) be their trusted friend already or b.) be very sure they are receptive to those kinds of corrections. and ALSO, in addition to those things, you should probably say literally anything else in the body of your comment so you don’t come off like a total dick. you don’t have to write a whole novel or anything, as appreciated as those are—even something as brief and to the point as “this was great” is a perfectly acceptable comment.

SIGH. so okay. so.........I’m sorry, but I think it’s really fucking interesting that you ALSO left this comment on cabin fic, which *also* made me feel terrible? you’ve really got a knack for that, it seems. yeah...actually, I’m going to go ahead and request that you stop leaving comments on stuff I’ve written? usually it really is true that more comments = better! comments are so, SO appreciated by fic authors...I mean, they fuel us. they really are all that’s keeping us going sometimes. but...in both of these examples...I really think just saying nothing would’ve been better.

and...that brings us to the elephant in the room. again, I’m sorry—I just don’t know of a way to approach this without being a bit condescending?...but, listen. if you *are* in fact a minor...then I don’t just need you to stop commenting on my works, I need you to stop READING them. both of the fics we’re talking about here are rated Explicit. minors are not welcome.

alright, with that out of the way: at the time of this posting, I still haven’t read your second comment on AO3. if you’d like to delete it before that happens, please feel free. I’ll be deleting the entire thread pretty soon regardless. I don’t need it sitting there festering and making my WIP fic any harder for me to look at than it already is.

with all that said? thank you for apologizing. and, again, I’m sorry for the tone of my response, too.

— 𝒜𝓇𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇

[megamattzx]

Preview to Christmas with the Time Patrol.

Under the night sky over West City, a Saiyan that resembled Vegeta standing over the roof of a building, staring at the streets below as he couldn't help but reflect on stuff. His arms were crossed and he seemed a bit angry when another Saiyan that resembled that of Goku landed right behind him. These were Vegeta Jr aka Vegeta V, and Son Kakarot Goku Jr. Goku Jr was seen walking towards Vegeta Jr before he himself started speaking.

"There's my favorite humbug!" He said as he noticed Vegeta Jr rolled his eyes.

"What the hell do you want, Goku," Vegeta Jr said in annoyance.

"Nice to see you too, I'm just here to bug ya," Goku Jr. answered.

Vegeta Jr gave a growl of irritation. "Well you're doing a good job," he retorted.

"Wow rude," Goku Jr said in a light-hearted tone.

"Aside from instant transmission how did you find me?" Vegeta Jr scoffed.

Goku Jr only rolled his eyes from that before answering. "One of your sisters told me this was your favorite brooding area."

"Bulma," Vegeta Jr asked, clearly mentioning Bulma Leigh.

"Bulma," Goku Jr calmly answered, causing Vegeta Jr to sigh. He then walked up to his friend. "Anyway, there's this party happening at your place with the family and friends."

The Clone and adopted son of Vegeta then turned to look at the city again. "I'll pass," he said only to cause the clone and adopted son of Goku to quickly get to where he was.

"Oh come on Vegeta!" Goku Jr responded with a stubbornness in his tone. "Don't be such a grinch! The 12 days of Christmas are on their way!"

"So?" Vegeta Jr responded. "I'm supposed to care how?"

"Well overall it's the best time of the year," Goku Jr tried to explain.

"Really? Well that's depressing," Vegeta Jr responded in a pretty harsh tone.

"Don't be like that, Vegeta!" Goku Jr tried explaining as he then continued. "Christmas is supposed to be a happy time to escape from all your troubles."

Vegeta Jr rolled his eyes and scoffed again before looking at Goku Jr. "Oh really?" Vegeta Jr questioned in a very condescending tone. "And what is so special about Christmas anyway!?"

Goku Jr then took a minute to explain a few things to try to convince his friend of things to like about the holiday. "W-well," he started with has he done started to think of idea things that came from the top of his head. "There's a lot of things, like snowman, various Christmas traditions like mistletoe, gingerbread houses," he then took a moment to notice his friend wasn't budging. "Is any of this working?" The silence gave him a clear answer on it being no. The son of Goku then let out a sigh. "Didn't think so."

"Hmph," Vegeta Jr grunted as he then continued. "It sounds like this Christmas thing there's a waste of everyone's time after all," he said very harshly causing Goku Jr to really speak from the heart this time.

"No Vegeta," he told his friend as if he was being genuine with what he was saying. "It's more than that! It's an excuse to spend time with the people you care about! Friends that you're able to stand? Family? Maybe even a lover?"

"I don't have a lover, nor proper friends or family!" Vegeta Jr then snapped before he looked away as his expression was now rather sad than angry. "Not anymore...."

"Oh....." Goku Jr said as he realized who he was talking about. I know the lover that he lost forever when her reality was erased. "You mean Aria.... Vegeta I'm sorry I-"

"No it's fine," Vegeta Jr said as he quickly decided to look back at the city. It seems that his pain was holding him back from enjoying the holidays with his family.

Goku Jr needed to think of something, anything to get him to talk. "What was she like?" He suddenly asked, not expecting an answer. "I never got a chance to meet her."

Vegeta Jr took a moment to think about it. It was still a painful subject. But part of him knew that he needed to get it off his chest in order to get himself some closure. "She was remarkable," he said truthfully. "She was very strong, brave, intelligent, persistent, and she was kind and compassionate. She even loved this time of year. More than any of our friends or family. She made the holidays a lot more enjoyable but she was still around. I remember every time we spend time with her during this time of year, she always decorated various places with tons of mistletoe and listen to the Christmas music in her home. Sometimes even making me sing along with her or dance with her with certain tunes. I never really understood it, but she loved it."

"Sounds nice," Goku Jr said with a lighthearted chuckle.

"It was....." Vegeta Jr said with a sad tone. "But that was a long time ago."

"That's too bad," Goku Jr said with a light-hearted tone. "I bet you have a really great singing voice!"

Vegeta Jr then chuckled a bit. "You know," he softly said as a slight smile was seen on his face. "I'm sure she would have actually liked you, Goku."

"Really?" Goku Jr said with a lighthearted tone of genuine surprise. "I bet she would have fit right in."

"She would have," Vegeta Jr said as a smile faded. It was clear that her memory still hurts even after all this time.

"Look, Vegeta," Goku Jr then tried to explain. "Pretty sure she would have wanted you to still enjoy Christmas to the best of your ability, and you may not want to believe it, but you do have a family. One that is currently missing you right now. And I'm pretty sure that they and Aria would not want you to hate Christmas because of a few bad memories, rather try to make the most of Christmas each year to the best of your ability." He then let out a sigh as he then slowly began to figure out what to say next. "Well,I'll go tell them all that you said hi," he then said as he quickly started to walk away. "I know how you feel about parties, after all."

"Goku, wait!" Vegeta Jr then called out. "I'll tell them myself."

With that Vegeta Jr then walked over to his friend and then placed his hand on his shoulder allowing Goku Jr to use instant transmission. "You know," Goku Jr then said. "It's a good thing I managed to convince ya. All of your sisters, your mom, my mom and sisters, as well as Yamelia and Mochi would have killed me if things didn't go to plan."

"Well the night's still young," Vegeta Jr then told him. "Maybe I'll get lucky."

Goku Jr then gave a small groan of frustration. "And grumpy Veg is back..." he then muttered. "Great.... Let's see for how long." And with that, Goku Jr then focused on the energy of everyone at Capsule Corp and slowly teleported to where they were at.

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

listen i'm really sorry that you are being targeted for your weight. you are right! bmi is bm-bullshit. in the friendliest way, though, your last post is giving racist. "very chinese"? i'm not sure what you mean, or if you are actually chinese and feel you have the right to say that. if that's the case, i can sort of understand.

just wanted to kindly let you know that the way it appeared to me... it didn't read great. i doubt you intended it to sound that way, which is why i thought i should let you know how it came across.

Oh nooo I’m so sorry, I should have clarified!!! Yes I am Chinese lol, I’ll prob delete just so others don’t get the same vibe because I’m too autistic to tell what communities I should and should not make these comments to lakdkskfkskfj

tldr; I am Chinese with parents and in-laws from mainland China that I challenge on these topics, considering ethnocentricity and how social justice can be intricate in that context, husband and I follow content creators (x and x) that embrace our stereotypes through comedy, I’m a dumbass and didn’t realize that it wouldn’t translate well onto a text-only blog where my face and background is not apparent, this is actually a very micro aggressive ask and triggered me a lot so i ranted at the end and you can read at your own risk

To explain, this is a personal gripe that my husband and I have a lot with traditional Asian cultures in that sizeism isn’t really recognized and we challenge both my parents and his parents on those worldviews to limited degrees of success. Both his parents and my parents are from mainland China and while my parents have been in the US for a while, his haven’t (he’s an international student), although they are much more willing to listen to me when I challenge them

On the other hand there’s the whole thing about not forcing Western views onto non-Western cultures, which is why this is a delicate balance to walk and I rarely bring it up to them directly because I don’t wanna seem like I’m shitting on them too much, but I’ve been trying to push it a bit more recently because he’s struggling with a lot of body dysphoria and I’m trying to nip it in the bud

Anyway, I’ll prob delete the post and I’m so sorry it came off that way!!! My husband and I and our lil Chinese community joke a lot about our own stereotypes a lot (see Steven He and Uncle Roger for more well-known examples), and I completely forgot that it won’t seem that way to people outside of the community or on the internet where race/ethnicity isn’t as apparent. 🥹

EDIT: okay y’know what, I’m gonna be a bitch for a second and just lyk that approaching it in this way is incredibly rude and condescending and I can kinda get it because you didn’t know I was Chinese, but I am incredibly triggered right now so I’m gonna rant and ramble in that this message, even if it’s “nice”, is incredibly self-righteous and all of this could have been avoided had you just DM’d me or even said “yo that post might not sit well with people jlyk”

and I get it. Not everyone knows about how those type of callouts can be harmful, but to say that I’m not allowed to talk about my own community in a way that IS used as a valid form of coping just pisses me the fuck off and is triggering all the invalidation issues. I'd like to clarify that this ask itself is not what is racist and triggering but your comment as an outsider about how i "might" think i have the right to say that is very much gaslighting-type behavior because y'know what, I DO have a right and i can't really get myself to care about you understanding why i have that right. google exists. chatgpt exists. do your research.

Just like how cishet folks will never know what it’s like to be queer, or how people that aren’t BIPOC will never know what it’s like to be BIPOC, *my* experience as a obviously Chinese person in a very white society that is literally trying to exile us due to a virus that isn’t even our fault is not something that any outsider can ever truly understand. So yes, taking my voice away is furthering that oppression and I encourage you to educate yourself.

[fictionalreads]

Love is Blind Season 4 Episode 4

Zack and Irina

This is awkward. He looks like “fuck I chose wrong” as soon as those doors opened.

This is weird af. They ain’t lasting though the vacation. I’m calling it mnow.

CRINGE I need to fast forward

I am already over them.

They’re so cringe together.

Get the coffee away from Ralphie.

No I’m with her for once. Stop singing. You doing the most.

This pairing is not it. I’m tired of seeing them.

The tatas are out and in danger of flashing someone. I feel like that’s disrespectful. Not the outfit itself but the size of it. She could’ve secured the girls a bit more out of respect for her fiancé and her friends and their fiancés.

That sounds like I’m saying she needs to cover up cause guys can’t control themselves and I’m not. Wear what you want. I’m just saying it felt like she wanted to put on a show for the other people there. If it felt like she was doing it for herself that’s one thing but to put on a show for others when you’re supposed to be committed to someone, is rude to me.

Why is she so into Paul. That’s your bestie’s man. That would be a red flag to me if I was Micah.

If his touch makes you feel gross, end it. Don’t drag him along.

Paul and Micah

She’s just so condescending to me.

Weird.

LMAO I think those are petals not feathers

….brewing potions? LMAO

Kwame and Chelsea

They’re definitely sleeping together the first night.

LOL So in other words you wouldn’t have found her attractive if you met her on the street

An honest conversation. A lot of things you haven’t faced yet cause you’ve been in this bubble. If he had said nothing I wouldn’t have believed him.

I’m glad he brought up him talking to Micah before he went and did it. There’s curiosity there

Chelsea seems fun.

Marshall and Jackie

I can see Marshall not being her type physically.

Where is this coming from?

Damn Marshall I would’ve have guess that was underneath those shirts.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen any of them go beyond the resorts before. Like into town.

What happened with them? They were just good!

Girl what is going on? I’m so confused.

Weird thing to focus on right now but didn’t she just have a green bottle? Where did this blue bottle come from?

Not gonna lie, I feel like I could cry like that at the end of vacations when I realize I gotta go back to work and shit. This is not to make light of what she’s feeling, I’m just saying I get it.

Awe. What a moment. He stayed outside the door waiting for her and then she let him in and he immediately got up and went to her. Are my standards so low that that got to me?

LMAO Jackie being comfortable enough to say ge was fine in front of Marshall.

Brett and Tiffany

I am Tiffany. Tiffany is me. Cause I would’ve been out too.

He got her a bathing suit? How did he get the right size? Did he just tell producers “hey I want to choose a bathing suit can you get the right size?”

Damn he really into her ass. Grabbing it all on camera. I see you boi

….they haven’t?! Could’ve fooled me.

Miscellaneous

God that water looks beautiful.

Does anybody know the song playing at 31:28? The one that’s like “the rains taking a day off?” It sounds like a good song but I can’t find it so if you know the artist or sing please put me on.

It feels like Micah is still flirting with Kwame. Why is she talking about she could’ve chosen him? I’m glad he’s like “we ended up with our right people”

I do see what she’s saying about Chelsea though. I thought she was bitchy at first but then I saw more of her.

LMAO DAAAAMN IRINA TRIED TO BE BITCHY AND IMITATE CHELSEA AND KWAME WAS NOT HAVING IT

Oh. My. God. Irina and Micah are so bitchy.

That was fucked up Micah. Even Brett had a look like “damn that was over the line” I mean I could see if y’all were friends and it had been years since the “breakup” but it’s been a week at most. Chill.

Why is she still all over him? And why is he still talking to her? (Kwame and Micah I mean)

[warpspeedgirl]

P. 4

OBVIOUSLY if there are rats in our apartment it is both of our problem. Obviously. Now, me going to the office or calling them to see what to do next about the sounds she’s been hearing in her room, is not something that we have equal responsibility to do. If it was something in the common area, yes it would be okay for me to say I can’t today but I would’ve added that I’ll circle back to it later. If it was my room, yes definitely my responsibility. And yes, if I had the time and capacity to help her with that on that day, of course I would’ve helped her and done it (which is why I told her I understood her sense of urgency about it), but I didn’t and I said no. There is nothing wrong with that. It was up to her to call or email or go down to the office and see who to contact and then we can tackle it what happens with the next step together. Everything that transpired after that was absolutely ridiculous and hurtful and just not my fault. I didn’t say “yeah not my problem” I said “sorry I can’t help you with this today it’ll be better for you to tackle this one”. And even that was very reasonable and considerate.

Hurt is inevitable in long term relationships and yes we have both hurt each other over the years and let stuff go but this has been way too much lately.

Life is too short to hold grudges and it’s too short to be around people that continuously hurt me. Life needs to be fun and light for me right now. 

So one part of my being more distant recently was that after that conversation we had after just moving you couldn’t just acknowledge that you hurt me. It wasn’t that I’ve “been a certain way” or now you understand “why I’ve been the way I’ve been” 🙄. I just haven’t been talking or sharing with you. The conversation, the next day about I can say the same thing to you, nothing you say is personal (you shut me down and the way you were talking to me was condescending how is that not personal) and that you don’t have to not say your opinion like you’re telling me to do” like no. I was saying you hurt me and I was shocked by it because I would never say those things to you in that tone. You eventually apologized but all it took to get there I was like I think she’s sorry but I don’t really know. I was still around and chit chatting and watching tv I just needed space. Nothing was “really” wrong with me, I just didn’t want to talk to you specifically about certain things because you really hurt me and talking about it made it worse. It doesn’t feel safe to share with you so I stopped. Maybe that’s why something in you was nervous to talk to me, maybe something in you realized you went too far and it never really seemed like you were actually sorry or recognized what you were sorry for. It took a lot of defensive statements and deflection to even get that apology from you. I distanced myself from you, not everyone else. Some of the most fun I had in the apartment was when I was by myself or had work friends, my boyfriend, my sisters or my mom over. I like to laugh and joke around. Yeah I was worried about some stuff but I’ve definitely been through worse. I just don’t want this to hurt anymore. This is a time where I wish you could’ve been around but you did aalll of this hurtful stuff when I only knew I was pregnant for about a week! Oh my god. The timing is significant to me. Even if I wasn’t pregnant it was still unbelievably hurtful and ridiculously rude and unacceptable.

I think part of why I never brought all of the rest of my stuff to the apartment and decorating it more fully is because I couldn’t force myself to care. I didn’t want to be there. I never brought a bunch of shit my mom bought for us after that horrible day in September. That was the last time.

Telling me my opinion is irrelevant and pointless to even bring up, is rude. Telling me that I can tell you the same thing and that nothing you say is personal when I bring up that it hurt, is rude as hell and implying that I should be like you and I’m too sensitive. Telling me that I’m telling you to not tell me your opinion after I express that you hurt me is rude. It is personal, it was my personal opinion. Don’t tell me it’s not personal when I’m telling you something you said hurt me. Everytime she’s pointed out that I’ve said something that hurt her I just apologize. She doesn’t. You get defensive and have to fight. I remember when you started doing real apologies and not just “ sorry if that hurt your feelings”. Pointing at strangers is rude. Interrupting and zoning out is rude. Getting irritated if I forget something when you do ALL the time is rude. Wanting to barge into my room without telling me is rude. Telling me I can get to the apartment before you and wait on you is rude. Trying to move in before bc is works better for you and not saying anything to me before confirming is rude. How hard would it have been to just say to the agent “okay let me just see if that day works for my roommate”. Saying that your parents and (yourself with your potential kids) would never let you do some of the things my mom let me do is rude. “Telling me how you know the square footage for a fact and you’ll tell me if I really want to know” is rude. Asking everyone for more money as the party is starting is rude. I was there I brought gifts and cards and food and a painting (I loved that painting I worked on it for so long, idk if you did but I appreciated you saying you liked it) and I stayed up as long as I could. You keep bringing up that we didnt stay up long enough despite all this and it just comes across as ungrateful and it’s awkward to respond to. We came we brought gifts and food and tried to help each with what you needed as much as we could. I honestly didnt even think you'd notice if I went to bed. I just had an interview that morning and work the day before. But I showed up for you.

It’s also like why did Whitdney leave if her mom told her to stay there. What exact conversations took place with who, before Whitdney left that lead her to be on Ave S alone. What if mom told her to stay and Whitdney said something along the lines of it’s okay I’ll walk real quick and she just let her go, because I remember her mom saying several times that that wasn’t the first time Whitdney had walked home. That’s why I said her friends mom letimg her go is what “probably happened” but there are details that matter, WHY she let her go. Of course it’s probably something she beats herself up about. I don’t think it’s fair to just say “she wasn’t thinking, a lot of people just don’t think and are idiotic” like you were saying word for word. and everyone all judged her after that” Things lead to each other. Mom life is a juggle maybe she was cooking or had a bunch of stuff on her mind and just let her go not thinking, but not maliciously. Did Whitdney know she was supposed to stay? Did she just want to do the walk like she’d done during the day before and say it was fine? Did the mom kind of “kick”/shoo her out for some reason? ACTUALLY knows. I remember that being a topic back then. If she did she left anyway. Yes it’s mom’s responsibility since Whitdney was in her care but it’s the person who hit her in the hit and runs fault, ultimately. You said those details doesn’t matter I said okay, I think every detail and happening matters. I didn’t tell you your opinion was irrelevant and pointless to bring up. I didn’t try to FIGHT you on your opinions aggressively asking why you were saying the things you were saying and shaking my head dismissively while you were explaining it. You don’t know everything for sure because you weren’t there, despite you thinking it would’ve come out in the community. I didn’t say that your opinion is pointless to bring up. That’s all I’m saying. That sometimes I’d go outside without my mom knowing so you accused me of lying to my mom. I was exploring boundaries like a lot of kids do. It’s not devious, I was at that age where kids occasionally lie to their parents and discover autonomy. It was such a nothing conversation for the way you were coming at me. Trying, to, be right over something neither of us really cared about. I certainly didn’t. I was getting frustrated because you were talking to me like an asshole, frankly. I wasn’t talking to you that way and I just wanted the conversation to be over so I could get away from you.

 How do you know what happened between them that day or what their relationships even was. It’s the mom’s responsibility but how are the kids irrelevant?

Like before Eid I was asking you to explain things you were saying about your boyfriend and you were like “I already explained that” “I think you forgot, I already said that” and I’m thinking okay but do you know how often I repeat things for you because you completely zone out and forget stuff I say over the years? Often. Very often. I don’t talk to you that way about forgetting. I just repeat it.

Like omfg I told you what time we’re gonna leave so I can drop off my work thing and you’re like “we don’t need to leave at that time”. I’m picking YOU up, you’re not even driving. I know LA traffic patterns too I’ve been commuting since I was at lachsa and we both know the traffic can change at the drop of a dime. Who says “actually we can leave later” when the designated driver is telling them what the ETA is? If a different day would’ve worked for you we could’ve done that but you’re not going to tell me when the best time is to get my work thing done. The whole conversation we had about the wifi and that you didnt have anywhere to put it in your room because the wires are ugly but maybe it’ll work in mine or the living room and you telling me “I’m telling you I know for a fact you’re gonna have your room set up like mine” “if you really want to know about the square footage I can tell you” “you almost just barged into my room that day without asking before you caught yourself. You saying youre gonna be over an hour late and that I can get there and go in before you … girl what? Okay its one thing to say Im going to be late but to say that I can go wait there for you? We’re moving in together it's our move in day appointment. That’s inconsiderate. No it’s not okay if I get there before you. I told her even if I did leave before you I wouldn’t go in without you, we’re getting our keys and stuff. That’s inconsiderate. Why would it be okay for me to wait for you that long there? I thought you were calling to let me know to stay home until you’re ready, because that makes sense. It’s inconsiderate . So these are just a few examples and they start just adding up and getting draining.

Didn’t even check in with me if moving date was okay before just agreeing to it. It wasn’t, it was okay for you and you wanted to move slowly because you had a reason to go back and forth, and it took a LOT to switch it. I don’t know how hard it would’ve been to just say “oh let me check and see if that day works for my roommate and I’ll get back to you”.

It just adds up to a lot of inconsideration. And in hindsight I should’ve asked you to change the date from Tuesday to Friday and not been struggling and stressed out doing it myself while just starting my new job.

I don’t want to get hurt like this from you anymore and I don’t believe you have the capacity to actually step outside of yourself and see why you hurt me and actually understand where I’m coming from, due to several past experiences we’ve had.

Do you know how many times I’ve expressed something to you or tried to understand what you meant when you said something hurtful and you say “oh no I was talking about myself. I was saying what I’d say to myself. I wasn’t talking about you I was talking about me”. It’s not always about you. You turn things that aren’t about you back to yourself, often. 

You have been really sweet to me and understanding friend in the past, of course, this not to say you haven’t. Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. Like okay we agreed we’re not going to see apartments without eachother. Why did you then go on to ask me twice if I was up for seeing places in LA without you because you were busy. I told you I could've done that if my mom could've gone with me but she started school weeks earlier. Were you going to go drive and make that trips to see places without me? No we were rushing because you needed to move because of school. Yes we agreed on a certain date but I was the only one adding things to the google doc for a while, my mom and Kendall were looking for us too. It didn’t seem serious and urgent until you needed it to be. and it wasn’t cool. On top you saying over and over you were worried about money. You never 'repeatedly' told me that it's fine. you kept saying you were worried about money to move, your dad, and paying for school. What else am I supposed to think except that you’re not ready to move either? I’m not trying to last minute look and find a place we could’ve been looking before hand. You know moving is a stressful process and something that should not be rushed. Moving the first week of september was never going to still happen because we took too long to start looking in person. I thought okay maybe she'll just commute for a week or two until we find something without having to rush. She said she has to move now because she can't commute. No my mom doesn't want to be the sole guarantor and it sucked that you put me in a position to have to ask her that at the last minute when you said your dad was fine with it a while ago. I wanted to hurry up and have my birthday dinner and not stress about moving for a little bit but I had to figure out a polite way to tell you no shes not comfortable with that because I told her you and your dad were having money arguments back when she offered to have you get your mail sent to our house. So I told you she just bought that car so shes not really comfortable with it. Your response was "my dad just bought a car too!". Girl

The conversation hurt In September, the way you were texting me after it hurt, our talk the next day hurt, the way you were talking to me on the 7th and 8th hurt. Little things that happened before all of this but it just starts adding up. I’m just over it.

I’ve always been pretty good with words I read a lot I write frequently. I’m literate I have reading comprehension. Explain better and I’ll understand better.

Many people can hurt you unintentionally and you can still be friends if you can still trust their intentions. After everything and seeing how far you go with things and the way you speak to me, I don’t trust your intentions right now. I think it's ok to take a break I need one. I’ve thought about it over and over and realized there’s nothing I could’ve done to prevent this hurt I’m feeling so I just need to do what I need to for myself and peace of mind and I don’t want my baby feeling me upset ...

You don’t know that telling someone their opinion is pointless to bring up and then when they say that hurt you take that as them telling you not to say your opinion is rude? You couldn’t see that? Really? You don’t know why bringing up the case manager was horrible and self righteous? Several things you said in this whole last incident actually? You can’t see it? You think that was me misunderstanding you and not genuinely trying to understand?? Okay. I’m the one that doesn’t need to explain why your behavior is hurtful any further, anymore. You’re too self righteous to see it and it’s wasting my energy. I’ve seen all I needed to see. Right now my life is better and feels back to normal when I don’t have to see you everyday. I’ve never ever had situations like this to this degree with any of my other friends or people in my life and I think that’s why I was so shocked and didn’t know how to react to you in the moment. Beyond painful and just so ugly and low low energy.

She said “I’m not going to address anything anymore” as if I was the one being obtuse. And it says a lot that she thinks she was even addressing anything because she didn’t. She gave a lot of half baked excuses and self righteous and manipulative comments not mentioning the fact that there shouldn’t be anything to address.

The whole thing was so , so crazy but now I see how she gets into situations like this. It really has me rethinking some of the stories she’d tell me in the past because I think her perspective can be warped by ego and aggressiveness, that’s why when she’d say things that didn’t make sense to me, I’d just ask her why she thought (whatever it was she thought) and help her break it down and accept whatever her perspective was because it was hers and support her. And she used to actually tell me that the way I’d talk to her and help her process things was helpful. Now she’s telling me I’m not genuinely trying to understand her which is so ludicrous considering what she said that over, and it’s insanely hurtful. I can see how she could get frustrated and think that but I’ll never understand or respect it or take it seriously because it’s just never going to make any sense. None of it will because she was nonsensical and rushed and rude. Life can be very unexpected. Sometimes friends be some strangers, people you didn’t like, you suddenly do, and you can even surprise yourself! It’s a 180 and it’s hard to recognize where your feet are landing. But wherever you go, there you are. You’ll always have you, so you better respect your own opinions and yourself. I’m glad I have me. I really love myself and my life and I’m glad for everything I’ve learned, I don’t have a lot of regrets about my behavior. I think I’m lucky in some ways for that but it’s taken a lot of patience and getting over insecurities and shyness. I’ve had to find my voice and be brave over the past few years. I won’t repeat any mistakes, I know what to look out for because I’ve seen it before. A lot of things in life are a pattern and the lessons will continue to pop up in different arenas of life until you “get” whatever it was you were meant to learn. It’s not random. Then you move on to the next one better armed and skilled. When things get REALLY hard, I asked myself “What am I supposed to learn from this, where can I show compassion, what do I need to do to display love and peace for myself here?”

This whole thing just disgusted me and put a bad taste in my mouth. What I need to start maybe moving forward from the friendship is yeah space and time, but also an apology. I don’t think I’m going to get that/I have doubts that you’re going to see this hurtful situation as something to apologize for. No I don’t freaking want to try talk things out with you AGAIN with you after you finish with those awful 20 texts to me saying it wasn’t a big deal to ask (like okay?? You asked I just said no) and accusing me of not genuinely trying to understand you and speaking for you which is INSANE. You were being confusing and saying things that would allude me to think certain things. Wtf else am I supposed to think after you say things like that over and over again. Sounds like it’s going to go just like last time because you’re still trying ti be right and not understand ME when you were completely just in the wrong. So badly. It seems like you do a lot of rude shit without realizing how rude and hurtful and offensive it is. Bringing up the case manager was enough for me to be done. Being unBELIEVABLY pushy was enough actually. I needed space from you after the whole ugly thing in September and just seeing too much awful behavior from you before that actually. I’m done. I don’t want to be around you and deal with it anymore.

It helps being around people that don’t talk to me like that don’t talk over me, zone out, aren’t so domineering with me. I LOVE being of service to others and making people happy, it’s why I love my job so much. It helps being reminded that I am helpful and sweet to people and they want to help me now and I’m still learning how to accept help and gifts from people because that is something I’ve never really been comfort with. People randomly telling me I’m chill and being good energy to them helped me remember oh yeah! I really am VERY chill and easy going. I hate that I almost made these interactions with you see myself differently when I didn’t do anything. And okay you’re stressed out, so am I. I don’t talk to you the way you talk to me, and you’re not the only one who has let hurtful comments go over the years. This stuff lately is beyond that. It’s too hurtful and it’s a pattern. Reminded me of when you showed me those messages between you and him and he kindly asked you to stop and that you were crossing his boundary and you wouldn’t stop and put your emotions before his. I remember thinking yo he’s right, that’s REALLY not cool. I tried to be supportive but those screenshots bothered me.

Sometimes I miss you and want to show you the little baby clothes and shoes people have gifted me or show you my sonogram photos, tell you when I found out the gender, tell you about the baby moon my boyfriend’s taking me to. I miss sharing that stuff with you sometimes. I miss hearing about your life, your anniversary, school.

But I think you were confused because I’m not keeping stuff in, I have my friends and my family and my therapist I’m just not sharing with you specifically and you were feeling it because we live together. I could see how it’d be easy to think that since I wasn’t communicating with you. That’s probably what you were feeling when you thought something was seriously wrong. It wasn’t, I just don’t want to share deep or personal stuff with you anymore it doesn’t feel comforting or safe. You saying that my last response/explanation wasnt going anywhere was fair enough because I knew I was done, seen enough, hurt and needed to get that out since we weren’t going to be talking for a while, probably ever and you decided to start that morning with your final words. There’s not much for any of this to actually go.  I see you trying to talk to me about my pregnancy and invite me to stuff, send me memes but I am just not there yet with you. You went too far. I’m pregnant. That first month was really hard for me and you said a lot of horrible, separating, hurtful stuff to me and it was so bad I had to decided to just stop talking to you for my peace of mind and my baby’s as it become evident to me this is never going to go anywhere and attempting to calmly talk things out with you has proven to make things worse/be pointless. These things that have happened lately have just showed me a lot about what your character is these days? I know you’re going through a lot but it doesn’t justify this behavior. I’m going through a lot too and I just DONT talk to you the way you talk to me. I don’t talk to anyone that way. I’m a very chill, quiet, and understanding person. I just listen to people, I empathize, I’m polite, I like to hug, I try to be there and giving gifts are clearly my love language. That’s who I am. this kind of stuff really hurts and bothers me but I had to learn how to just let go because things really do happen exactly when they’re supposed to. I wish it didn’t have to be like this its sad and the timing sucks but it’s probably for the best in the long run or it wouldn’t have happened at all. Telling people and my job and family have been the best support and love and excitement during this time. I feel like the timing of this all coinciding with my pregnancy is significant.

I don’t relate to you on a deep level anymore or the things we once shared. Our lives used to be parallel and we were great support for each other for a while. I need to create some distance and focus on myself and my new family. I’m grateful for our good memories and the times we were able to bond and share and even introduced me to a very important person. I don't know the intricacies of you guy’s relationship and I know he’s reached out to you for help before. He’s told me he’ll always be there for you if you need him and still always thinks of you as a friend. Friendship is a choice and should be relatively light to me and not filled with hurt. I have dreams sometimes where you and I are good and nothing’s wrong and there’s no hurt there. We’re just hanging out and being silly, laughing like we used to. I just don’t even see a way for that to be possible anymore. I try to but I don’t see a way. Not right now at least. In the past I’ve tried bringing up behaviors that bothered me you immediately get defensive, denial you did anything wrong, and essentially say things leading to that you didn’t do anything wrong and I shouldn’t take it the way I did for things are just blatantly rude and shouldn’t even need a conversation just an apology. So that mixed with this last thing and the things you said after, it doesn’t seem like you can realize why some of this behavior is hurtful and goes too far. I’m done trying for it to go nowhere/repeat. And talking to you about all of this and bringing up examples would probably feel like an attack, even more so then when I’d just bring up a few examples of hurting things you’d done and you got defensive because it felt like an attack. I’m done being hurt by you and I don’t want to put myself in the position for that to happen anymore, especially right now. I reacted a little emotionally and anxiously (I was panicking and shocked) to some of her outrageous comments but I’ve given myself grace for that. I was pregnant and hormonal and stressed tf out and she was being VERY rude and stressing me out more. Of course I had a reaction. I should’ve just stopped replying to her irregardless though.

I want to forgive you I do but I’m still really hurt thinking about all this and losing my best friend at a time like this and I’m just not there yet. One day. I’ve realized you’re never going to apologize for how inconsiderate, rude, and nuts that whole thing was. I don’t think you can really take accountability, like with the pointing, “it was just…” that conversation in September you completely flipped it back on me when I didn’t do anything and it took so MUCH for you to just acknowledge that you hurt me, and now you admitted you should’ve just stopped when I said no, but what about allll the other shit you said and continued to say. Why do we have to have another talk just a few months later about something you, again, instigated and took too far. You’re you, and I’m me. I don’t need baby gifts, I’d really appreciate a freaking apology. I’ve distanced myself from you a for a reason, if it’s too late for you fine. That’s on you for instigating all these things. It’s too much and I don’t need to deal with that behavior, ESPECIALLY right now. The feelings of loss are deep and very emotional. I need an apology from you and its clear that I’m never going to get that, just like how back in September you were never going to say anything, I had to bring it up and you still were steadfast and defensive during that. I think either you don’t realize how rude some things are, you don’t know better, or you’re just not sorry. But I can’t wait around for an apology or an acknowledgment of the situation and continue to ruminate over rude and hurtful statements and actions. You have your life, I have mine. I think our journeys no longer required either of us to be a part of each other’s next chapters and honestly, I’d been needing a break from you for a while. I still love and care about you but I just don’t have to the energy to keep being hurt and baffled by you anymore. We developed different interests, began hanging out with new and different people and our values changed/no longer aligned. Nothing wrong with that but we no longer could be the bffs we needed to be for each other. I don’t want to be friends anymore after all of this and I’d like to be friendly after all these years, but I need an apology that I’m just never going to get for that to happen.

There’s no point in trying to talk things out with you anymore, that has become very clear. You even tell my me to go back and look at the texts so “maybe I’ll stop assuming”. Girl I have major anxiety of course I’ve looked back at the texts out of pure shock, and you’re still overwhelmingly pushy and very VERY clearly in the wrong and manipulative each time I did go back or showed them to someone so I didn’t have to explain the long store of why we’re not friends anymore. You get defensive and deflect, and it just feels like it’s always about YOUR opinion. I don’t want to risk getting hurt anymore. I just went to be around the sweetness and laughter that is my family and friends and positively prepare for my baby and the cultural traditions that come with that. I need to be at home with my family. I'm really happy and life and those around me, its filled with a sweetness I can’t even put into words. It did make me sad before that you’re not going to be a part of it because I never imagined being in this situation, let alone with you. The only thing I’d change right now is for you to be a part of it and not have been so hurt by you in my first trimester but the break has been good for me and I've learned a lot about myself from it. But I think timing and things just happen exactly when they’re supposed to so we can learn what we came here to. I really miss you and your family. We still have a lot of good memories and I think I’ve learned to just enjoy the good and the present moment because the bad never lasts. I don't have any ill will against you and I hope all of the goals you’ve been working towards work out, just as I’ve always hoped for you.