#human bill is next istg

[kadala1]

MELODY AND SOOS! (Btw soos is still fat the suit just makes his waist look snatched im so sorry yall) I had given Melody a last name to make it easier on ‘my’ life but also because she becomes a more recurring character similar to Wendy so- if everyone else gets a nickname… she does too.

[xarniae]

the lover of my dreams (2)

a/n: this chapter is so fucking wordy and rushed istg. anyway, enjoy! (I'll edit it later) comment if you want to be on the tag list synopsis:(slow burn) A few weeks after fleeing the Burgess Manor and setting the trapped Endless free you land a job at the Royal Empire Hotel in Georgia. warnings: a moment of deprecation/ breakdown, Morpheus lowkey on his stalker shit, stabbing, The Corinthian. pt1,pt2,pt3,pt4

✧༺♥༻∞

A few weeks had passed since the incident in the Burgess Manor, The mysterious sleepy sickness was cured and everything seemed perfect. Too perfect. Ever since the day, you released the demon you had a feeling that something was watching you every time you ready yourself for bed. It had to be paranoia, right? But it felt too real to be paranoia, the piercing eyes, like a predator examining its prey before capture. Some days you would look out your window late in the evenings and catch see a raven perched on a branch outside your bedroom window. You even named it Julie because it was there so often at least you assumed it was the same raven? It could possibly be a new one but who has time to re-name every raven you come across? But other times when you are sleeping, you can swear that there's a tall figure standing over you. You would always text your grandma telling her about these sensations at night, but she would laugh and say it's just the sandman pouring sand onto your eyes to help you sleep. She never could take these things seriously. What you didn’t know was that she was probably half right.

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Back in the Dreaming, Morpheus was on a hunt for the Corinthian and now to add to his list of problems he had to deal with the Vortex. He had to end her to save the dreaming, a really sad predicament. Even while his realm was cracking and falling apart he couldn’t stop thinking about the human who saved him. It was odd, to say the least. Why did she help him? What made her so different than those guards, Richard Burgess, or even his son Alex? What separated her from those people who captured him? Those thoughts ran through his head. He just couldn’t understand. For someone who had been alive for so long he assumed he had the answers to everything, but it seemed like he was wrong. He sat on his throne surrounded by books and slouched back in his chair, he was stumped. He would observe you when you were home, trying to find an answer. But you were normal, surprisingly normal and bleak. Nothing special about you at all. So why, why were you the only one to help him after all those years? He knew to find that answer he would need to speak to you, and have a genuine conversation. But for now, he was content observing you. He was sure one of these days he would figure it out. 

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Things had been looking up for you, you had landed a new cleaning job at the Royal Empire Hotel in Georgia and a new apartment. Guess what was even better, ever since you left London yesterday you haven’t felt those piercing eyes lurking in the dark It was beautiful, you finally felt free.

You exited the Airport terminal and inhaled a large breath of Georgia air and fixed your small duffle bag onto your shoulder, you were ready for the next step in your life.

You flag a taxi and head off to your new job. You were beyond excited, it was crucial for you that you had landed this job. It was a miracle that they even hired you, a blessing even. It didn’t even matter that you had to move far away, as long as it paid off your student loans and your grandmother's hospital bills you were content. There were not many jobs available to many English majors. That was the sad reality. It was your reality. It took about 30 minutes to arrive at the hotel. Then you were given a quick introduction and briefing. You would start work tomorrow morning until the evening and get paid $150 upfront when you show up. Apparently, there was gonna be a Cereal Convention tomorrow afternoon and they needed aid in cleaning up afterward. A cereal convention seemed like a fun event so you were pleased with the tasks you were assigned. You just wished there was leftover cereal. After that, you just grab your uniform and go to your new apartment. Now you won’t lie. The apartment was dingy, the wallpaper was falling down the walls and the lights flickered when you turned them on. You swear you could smell a dead rat, and see mold on the vents. At that moment you felt like you were shrinking to the size of a pea. You felt as if you might have messed up choosing a job like this. A job so far away from home. You sit on the floor and sigh,

“You did this for a reason.” those words didn’t seem to help for shit, self-reassurance was never your thing

So you just sat on the floor until the sunset, the occasional tear escaping your eyes. Why did things turn out this way for you, why did you have to carry this burden alone? Maybe if you chose something better for a major you would have gotten a decent job and let your grandma live at least somewhat comfortably. 

“Shut up you worthless piece of shit.” your whispers reach deaf ears, you already are numb from sitting on the rough carpet floor.

 But here’s the truth, you weren’t a piece of shit, or worthless. You were much more valuable than any diamond in existence. The reason behind that? You had a kind soul and a strong heart filled with compassion, sympathy, and empathy, you had humanity. You were special because you were normal. You were the farthest thing from pure but you were the only person to extend a helping hand to a trapped Endless in a cage. If that’s not special, then I don’t know what is.  That was Morpheus's reason anyway, that was his idea of you. He saw you as something rarer than a diamond. That was the reason he wanted to get his hands on you, to ask you, to understand you, and to learn from you. Humans were sometimes complex creatures, they had no rhyme or rhythm and that confused yet fascinated him. He watched you sink to the floor and lightly sob into your arms. you looked small and fragile. unlike the person who freed him from his glass prison. His heart felt a small prick of sadness but the just brushed it off. He couldn’t worry about that right now though, he had his own problems. So he turned and left back to the Dreaming, but he couldn’t get the sounds of your cries and sniffles out of his head. Maybe he would gift you with a good dream?

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That morning you called a taxi and drove to your new workplace, the rising sun gleamed over the towering palm trees. In thirty minutes you arrive at the hotel and in uniform ready to clean. You clean until the sun was at its peak taking occasional breaks. You had an uneasy feeling in your stomach, one that made your heart beat an irregular tune. A rhythm of anxiety. You could hear the bustling crowd in the lobby, they were all dressed well. Very professional which drastically contrasted their odd name tags. Another thing that made you uneasy was the way they would gaze at everyone. They seemed starved like they were filled with an insatiable bloodthirst. Your legs move quickly to the front desk and snatch your envelope filled with your money and hurry to the elevator. You weren’t gonna linger on this floor any longer than you have to.  

“Hold it!” You hear someone call out and indistinctively shove your hand to stop the elevator doors close,

“Thanks,” he said as he walked in, a small kid following in suit.

‘What floor?” You ask staring at the man, he was wearing a tan suit and sunglasses indoors.

“5th.” 

He had quite a creepy smile as he spoke. It was as if he was wearing a mask. Once again you felt that uneasy feeling. But you pressed the button nonetheless.

“You know not many people would have actually stopped the door.” The man was trying to start small talk. You hate small talk.

You could feel his charming, yet unnerving, smile. Turning around to look at him you just smile and nod at his statement.

‘I hope my floor comes soon.’

Your floor does in fact come soon, and you speed walk out saying goodbye as you go. You felt there was something wrong with this hotel today. To calm your mind you started cleaning, you cleaned almost every empty room on that floor until you ran out of disinfectant spray, that would mean you had to make a quick run to the storage closet which would have been fine. If the storage closet wasn’t located on the lobby floor. You sat for a few moments before gaining the courage to go to the lobby. You once again decided to go downstairs. When you get to the ground floor it's as packed as when you left. So you head into the closet, grab your spray and turn to leave. You are only a few steps from the elevator when you hear the lady at the desk, you forgot her name, call to you, You turn around and replied with a yes,

“Could you please show Rose Walker to her room,”

“Um- yes of course,” you stammer out

The elevator doors open and you walk in along with Rose Walker,

“What floor?” you question

“Oh, floor 5 I think,”

Yo press the number and stand there in silence for about 2 seconds before she breaks it. She says your name to start a conversation and you turn around to look at her, your face reading ‘how did you know my name?’

“Your name tag,” She points to the silver tag on your uniform

Your mouth shapes itself into an ‘o’ shape nodding in realization, your cheeks heat up in embarrassment

“It's a pretty name.” 

“Thanks, the name Rose is pretty as well.”

The atmosphere seemed lighter now,

“Are you here alone?” you ask Rose

“Um, no actually-” she has a light smile on her lips

“I was with a friend, but he had to leave because of an emergency, I’m actually here to see my brother.” 

“Oh, that's sweet.” 

The elevator dings and you show her to the room number she showed you, after the door opens you hear a little boy's voice shout from the corridor,

“Rose?” 

You can see Rose turn her head so fast she might get whiplash,

“Jed!” she utters out of pure disbelief, as they share a sweet sibling hug you can't help but stare at the man who was with the boy named Jed, and forbode that something was gonna happen. You could feel it, the air was tense and thick. Your suspicions were confirmed when the man reaches to grab Jed, yelling wildly and incoherently, It was all a blur, Rose was yelling and so were you. You remember Rose grabbing her brother and shouting run, You remember running fueled on fear. You remember being corned by the large man, his face drawn on with a wave of sick anger. Then you remember vividly the sound of a knife being lodged in his back. And the man with the sunglasses from the elevator stood triumphant as the large man flopped onto the ground dead. You remember the man's toothy smile and how he led the siblings away, leaving you shuddering in the small hallway with a corpse. 

“What the fuck just happened.” your breathy whisper escaped from your throat

You knew you had to get up and go, you couldn’t stay here. You gathered yourself and stood up on shaky legs. You slowly but surely made your way down the hallway and into the staircase, you sat on the concrete staircase for a few moments. You were nothing short of rattled. For 10 minutes you sat in silence until you decided that you had to get out of this fucked up hotel. Your head was all foggy and clouded, and your breath came in brief pants as you went down the stairs. When you finally reached the ground floor it seemed like the door opened into the convention area

“Shit” 

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Morpheus had gotten word by Fiddlers Green that Rose was with The Corinthian. With that news, he hastened to the destination to eliminate the Corinthian once and for all. He knew he would see you there, he felt it in his chest. And maybe this time he would help you. Like you helped him.

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You walked down the dimly lit hallway of the convention halls. It had become late in the evening, your shift would have ended around now. Your ears and eyes were on high alert, You stopped for a moment, you heard a loud voice coming from around the corner. 2 voices? It sounded very familiar. You walked closer to the voices. The familiar feeling from that night weeks ago coming back. It was beckoning you. You looked through the tiny crack in the dual doors and see him. The demon from that night. Your brain couldn’t comprehend the words he was saying, you were shocked. He stood on the stage with the sunglasses man. You couldn't even describe what you had seen. It wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be possible. As the pale demon lifted his hand, he turned the other to sand, a small skull falling on top of the pile. A surprised gasp crawled its way up your throat and you swore you saw him twitch. But you didn’t stay to find out much longer. You ran to the lobby and out the front door pulling your phone from your pocket and calling a cab. You took a seat on the bench outside waiting for the cabto arrive. Finally, you were granted a moment of peace, the crickets chirping their songs. The moon had risen by now and was casting its gift of light to the earth. A deep breath of the night air had seemed to lightly soothe you. Too much had ensued today,

“At least it was over” 

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Morpheus knew you were there, even before you let out your small shriek. He knew. He could feel you, he found it quite amusing the way you were trying to hide your presence. He walked out of the Hotel with the large crowd, His eyes caught a glimpse of a white car, and you inside it. He felt a bit disappointed that you left before he could have a word with you, but more trouble was on the way. He had to deal with the Vortex first before he could meet with you. He had so many questions he wanted to ask you. 

{end of part 2}

(and yes the reader and Morpheus will be meeting in the next chapter)

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[khaleesiofalicante]

bestie do you really think it's funny to make me cry?

OK WHERE DO I START AUJHUJHDSDUJHFV

deep bre-INCOHERENT SCREAMING

That's it. that's all I have to say.

THEY PASSED THE CHILD PROTECTION BILL I'M GONNA BE CRYING IN A CORNER IF ANYONE NEEDS ME

All those shadowhunters who ran back to Idris I hope you starve to death there. have fun!

Anjali is so awesome OH MY GOD I LOVE HER ALREADY

Rafael is THAT kid I see...it suits him so well.

It had been two very long years stuck in this small office room. But every time Alec saw the way David giggled when Lexi called her father Jalapeno poppers or some other equally ridiculous name, Alec knew it was worth all the trouble.

THIS OMG I'M NOT OK

Alec wondered if that’s why so many leaders before him had been awful. It was easy to be a bad leader. But it took effort to be a good one.

This is so true...I'm so proud of him...

Dani...bestie THAT IMMORTALITY CRISIS WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME. I know it's gonna happen but I was having a very good day. why do you hurt me in such ways... (I'm pretty sure my family thinks I'm mentally unstable after the way I screamed reading)

“Anjali,” Diego sighed. “What have I told you about doors?”

“Knock them down?”

“I said knock on them!” Diego corrected, shaking his head. “Not knock them down!”

I'm in love.

HUHYUHKSDYKFVYUFVYU ALEC'S CONSUL VOICE I'M SCREAMING

SIMON BESTEST!! HIM SORTING THE STUDENTS INTO THESE GROUPS I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!! AND ANJALI BESTIE GOOD LUCK AT BEATING THE SEELIES!! (good luck with stealing the weapons)

well, Rafael do you perhaps have a little crush? (Grammarly ik I'm writing in lowercase stfu)

ok ok I know this is pretty sad but every time someone gives Magnus or Alec the "you haven't talked to him yet?" look I start laughing-

ALEC'S SO CLUELESS ABOUT MAX AND DAVID I CANT-

“So, you are just going to leave me here and go to York then?” Max demanded now; all puppy dog eyes. “Like my mom left me at the academy?”

Yeah. He took the news a little too well.

MAX PLAYING THE ADOPTED CARD I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

“Is it because you don’t like me?” Max pouted again. “Like my mom…Who left me all alone.”

“You can’t play the adopted card with me, you lil shit,” Rafael laughed. “I’m adopted too.”

I'M SO IN LOVE LEAVE ME ALONE

AWW MAX SEEING THE INSTITUTE AND IMMEDIATELY GOING "David would love this" ISTG THIS KID I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

“Weren’t you listening to a podcast on Mayan Civilization during breakfast?” Alec raised an eyebrow.

“Bapak said it’s historically accurate!” Rafe argued.

“Bapak is not that old!” Alec countered.

“Maybe he is,” Max said, analyzing the paintings on the walls. “Maybe you don’t know it.”

“Excuse me, I know how old my husband is,” Alec said indignantly.

“Then where are the receipts dad?” Max asked. “Show us the receipts!”

Where are the receipts, Alec? EXACTLY!

THANK GOD SOMEONE ELSE HAS CAUGHT ON TO MAX'S VERY OBVIOUS CRUSH

“I think he likes David,” Rafe whispered.

“Of course he does,” Alec whispered back. Why were they whispering? “David is a sweet boy.”

“No. I think he ‘likes him’ likes him,” Rafael giggled.

Alec looked at his son sharply. “But-He is..Da..They are children!”

“You’ve never heard a childhood crush?” Rafe grinned.

“No, I was too busy…studying,” Alec sniffed.

“That’s not what I heard,” Rafael bit his lip. “I heard you had a thing for boys in motorcycle jackets.”

“Okay that’s it! You are not allowed to hang out at Hotel Dumort anymore,” Alec said.

Really Alec? Studying? REALLY???

MAX AND RAFE RACING TO THE TRAINING ROOM!!!

the reference to the infernal devices...I'M GONNA KILL THE ALREADY DEAD STARKWEATHERS! I'M ABOUT TO DO SOME NECROMANCY SHIT TO BRING THOSE FUCKERS BACK JUST TO KILL THEM SLOWLY

Hugs max it's gonna be ok buddy.

In that moment, Alec remembered all the talks.

He remembered how his mother had lectured Izzy about not going out alone late at night, but she hadn’t said anything to Jace or Alec.

He remembered the way Jem spoken quietly to Mina in soft Mandarin about how people might call her names, but he hadn’t said anything to Kit.

He remembered the way Julian had told Ty to be careful about kissing his boyfriend in public, but he hadn’t said anything to Dru.

I hate this so damn much. I hate it. It sucks how there will always be people who will be targeted for being born the way they are. Whether it be skin color, sexuality, body type, or anything, people will always fucking talk and make the world unsafe for certain people just because they aren't generic male cishets. If you're a girl you're in danger. If you're a POC you're in danger, If you're neurodivergent you're in danger. If you're a member of the LGBTQ community you're in danger. If you're disabled you're in danger. If you're part of any minority you're in danger. If you dare to be different you're in danger. Fuck people. I'm a queer POC female and it's scary. I don't want to be always checking my surroundings when I'm out. I shouldn't have to feel this scared walking out of my own house but I do and it sucks. Ok, I feel like I'm derailing from the main point here.

Sorry for that just got really heated for a second there.

NO NOT THE NIGHTMARE. BABY NO

DAVID MY CHILD!! OMG, HE'S GONNA TAKE UP ARCHERY SOMEONE HOLD ME WHILE I CRY!

“This is who you are,” David said, his voice oddly soft now. Softer than usual. “And you’re beautiful.”

Alec blinked at that.

“Blue,” David said quickly. “I meant you’re blue. Uh, yes.”

BESTIE I SAW WHAT YOU SAID THERE. WE ALL DID

Also, alec sitting outside max's room...IM GONNA-

“David is in there,” Alec whispered. “I just wanted to…check…if everything was okay.”

“Alexander, are you spying on our child?” Magnus demanded. “Without me???”

“What? No! I-”

“Move over!” Magnus sank down next to him. “What are they saying? Are they kissing?”

“WHAT? They are not kissing!” Alec said in alarm. “Wait. Are they???”

He couldn’t hear anything now. Alec panicked.

“I haven’t talk to the kids about kissing yet,” Magnus pointed out. “We can’t talk to Max without talking to Rafael first.”

“Wait. Is Rafael kissing people???”

“Rafael is not kissing people,” Rafael replied as he walked past them to the kitchen. “Also, you guys are shit at whispering.”

Alec rolled his eyes at him and turned to Magnus. “It’s stressful enough that we need to talk about racism in the shadow world. Now we need to talk about kissing??”

“And other stuff,” Magnus chuckled.

Alec groaned into Magnus’ shoulder. “By the angel. Fine. We’ll just tell them there is no kissing. Until they are 30.”

“Hypocrite,” Rafael coughed into his hand as he walked back to the table with a bag of chips.

THIS WHOLE SCENE OH MY GOD.

And srsly alec? 30? really? whips out the extract "kissed" from cassie's website According to my files here-

“And David?”

“Yes, sir?”

“The bedroom door stays open from now on.”

David blinked, his cheeks pink. “I…What?”

“Door stays open,” Alec said, lowering his voice, just a register. “Is that understood?”

AYY ALEC DAD MODE YUCDUHDFHFUHJIUHC THIS IS SO AMAZING IM GONNA SCREAM

Alec advising David with the bow is so close to my heart...IDK WHY IT JUST IS

That conversation...PEOPLE FUCKING SUCK I HOPE HUMANS GO EXTINCT BECAUSE I SURE AM READY TO DIE SO LET'S TAKE THE EARTH DOWN-

“Why don’t shadowhunters have acne?”

"What?" Alec blinked.

“Their skin is like so freaking perfect and smooth and they can just freaking go through puberty without a one freaking pimple and don’t even get me started on the freaking dimples and then-”

Magnus started laughing. Alec felt a little confused.

EXACTLY MY THOUGHTS !!!!! THAT DAMN ANGEL BLOOD

That part about how we normalize these little things which are actually hurtful...I didn't realize that. I guess we really do, huh? This just made me want to be more careful with others and if I feel others do this with me, to stop them and correct them.

I loved this chapter so much. You're such a great writer.

I wanted to share something of my own now!! I FINALLY GOT MY COPY FOR RWARB!!!! I told my parents it was a thriller about how the first son and the prince forge a friendship and discover secrets about the government and the monarchy-

The place I bought it from sent me a very cute bookmark. It's a pride bookmark and it's just my first ever pride merch and I'm close to tears. Let's just say my family isn't the most accepting so this bookmark's really precious to me

Sorry, the quality isn't the best. I was in a hurry. It's almost 4 am now I'm gonna try and sleep (I'm gonna reorganize my bookshelf). See you on Tuesday!!

Thank you so much. I love reading your comments. They are so honest and full of life. You are going to LOVE rwrb. It's such a good book and it's so romantic and raw and perfect. Lmao about your parents. What they don't know can't hurt them ;) And I loooooooooove your bookmark. Be gay. Do crime.

PS -

"It sucks how there will always be people who will be targeted for being born the way they are. Whether it be skin color, sexuality, body type, or anything, people will always fucking talk and make the world unsafe for certain people just because they aren't generic male cishets. If you're a girl you're in danger. If you're a POC you're in danger, If you're neurodivergent you're in danger. If you're a member of the LGBTQ community you're in danger. If you're disabled you're in danger. If you're part of any minority you're in danger. If you dare to be different you're in danger. Fuck people. I'm a queer POC female and it's scary. I don't want to be always checking my surroundings when I'm out. I shouldn't have to feel this scared walking out of my own house but I do and it sucks. Ok, I feel like I'm derailing from the main point here."

THIS IS THE MAIN POINT. YOU GOT IT. SO CONGRATS <3

[opal-eyed-girl]

where i'm at

whew it's been a stretchy minute since i've posted on here. so where am i at? not that anyone cares or asked. i'm still mentally ill, surprise surprise, still living with my mom and sister (unbearable), still a cat mom to four little kitties (although i don't think i've mentioned much of this before). i've been in a great, loving, caring, healthy relationship with a marvelous man for a year and a month next month! that's going greeeeeaaaattt despite the very regular, very normal bumps in the road that come with being in a relationship with another whole human being with thoughts and feelings of their own. i have no idea how people expect for things to go extremely 100% perfectly in relationships, honestly. it *should* feel like a fairytale, but come ON girly, you understand a good plot has a bit more to that, right? right? anyway, i am so in love. sooooo happy with him.

for those wondering i'm saturn, a 21y/o she/they boss kween pussy gwirl. i'm upset that i still live with my family because bf & i (oh yeah, i'm in a str8 relationship) wanna live together soon and it's just really uncomfortable living with my family because 1) money is very tight and i am expected to go DoorDash-ing to pay for my car payment (which i have accepted to do, but i don't have a job or steady income, and asking my dad [who abandoned my family years ago for some hussy from ohio]) for money isn't always easy. so like, i'm using the very little money i do have from both him and from leftover financial aid for college (i'm about to finish after this summer) to pay for my own gas so that i can drive and waste the gas so that i can make money, in which all of it will go to my mom for my car, the car which i will drive again and again to pay this bill. I'M HIGHLY CAFFEINATED RIGHT NOW.

so here i am, bf working job at my college, we're sharing a car, he's living with me, we're living with my mom and sister--OH WHOOPS I DIDN'T FINISH SAYING WHY I HATE LIVING HERE--2) every time i cook something my sister (she's seventeen y'all) peeps into the pot/pan and looks back at either me or bf to make us feel bad (istg she's manipulative but she's bad at it). she won't attempt to cook anything else other than instant ramen or mac n cheese, not even scrambled eggs (she used to make herself eggs tho, she's just fkn lazy), and i cook for me and my boyfriend, sometimes just me, sometimes just him, point is i cook and i use the groceries that EYEEE BUY WITH MEEYYYEEE MONEY (and bf's money bc he lives w me so he likes to help) and she just fkn acts like a starving alley cat every time i'm cooking. she'll like walk in and sigh, and "look through the cabinets" bitch pleeeaaaassseee, anyway whatever. seventeen years old and can't even make a breakfast taco, girl's about to get out of high school and wants a job just so that she can have money to buy anime shit. BRO FUCK THAT, she doesn't even properly take care of the big beautiful ass husky her friend gave her. the hallway is ALWAYS smelling like shit and i have to live w that. i have four (4) cats and my room doesn't even get that bad.

my mom and i can't even have a conversation anymore. we just argue and she's there comparing me to my dad when i call her out on her bullshit. like i'm the eldest daughter in a hispanic household with no father, divorced parents, no job, hardly any money at all, using what money i can for cat food and cat litter and gas and sometimes groceries if we really need them and the food stamps haven't come in... like perhaps i have it better than some people. perhaps i do. but it's still fucking bullshit dude.

genuinely, i am not trying to make anyone feel bad for me. this is MY tumblr, MY blog post, idowhatiwantwheniwanttomotherfucker. i have depression (thankfully this has not been triggered in a little while), i have general anxiety disorder (which, in my humble opinion, is leaning more towards high-functioning and gets triggered every day), and i have a terrible relationship with food, disordered eating habits, a warped view on my body/body dysmorphia, i have been clean from purging via laxatives for four years and it's a decision i have to make every single day not to let the things that trigger me to tempt me to touch them again, i have just switched therapists bc my first one never was able to help me with my body/food problems. i'm trying. like this is me TRYING. i've been through other things that i simply cannot mention that were traumatizing to me, my body.

i'm still alive though. and yes i do feel like getting out of my house with my boyfriend and my cats will help me a lot. he's saving for his own car, saving for an apartment, i'm getting a job once i finish this final class this summer, then we both will be saving, and i'm excited.

don't know why i threw all of this up but yeh this is where i'm at.

[yakumtsaki]

Take your hands off me, I don't belong to you, you see, and take a look at my face for the last time, I never knew you, you never knew me, say hello.. ♪

WAVE GOODBYE. 

WHADDUP PPL. Much like Ronroneo, we’re back from the dead and ready for a whole new generation of Union fuckery. We’re also officially.. drumroll.. MIDDLE CLASS. Our shiny new house is based on this one by frottana-sims​, which I downloaded but dumbassly forgot to install, and since loading the game takes a hot half-hour I opted for this poor recreation instead. We start the extreme home makeover with an incredible budget of..

...Yea, I see the value of getting 6 pets to the top of their careers now. Included in this insane sum is the 20k+ that Wyatt and Jojo brought with them moving in, and at first I’m worried that we’re way too rich for only generation 2. Well, careful what you wish for, cause here’s our post-remodeling budget:

LMAO. It’s as if not a day has passed since Vic started this legacy with a dream in her heart and crap to her name. Let’s check out the new digs!

Everything was purple.. his pills.. his hands.. his foyer. 

As eagle-eyed readers may observe, both the hall and the living room were designed with nothing else in mind but whether they matched our cat paintings. Per legacy rules I use as little cc as possible, which isn’t that hard since I feel this bizarre, angular and hugely impractical couch really encapsulates Jojo’s essence. Like if he was a servant in Beauty and the Beast this would be his furniture form.

Apparently the only things I deemed important enough to capture were the cat portraits, so it looks like my Komeization is finally complete! Here’s some floorplan shots tho so you don’t get disoriented in our labyrinth-like mansion. Please note our amazing pink-blue-purple kitchen! Barbie’s Dreamhouse who??

And here’s the second floor, which also illustrates the exact point I ran out of money. Honestly looking back I don’t understand how the fuck this place cost 70k?? Like nothing is particularly expensive except the amazing vintage batmobile which was around 30-40k and some of the paintings? But I guess all the small things add up in the end + I’m super bad with money..

..and I’m not the only one. Jojo GET A FUCKING GRIP and A JOB. Literally no comment @ your cat wants, you inherited the jaw, wasn’t that enough??? ANYWAY. I know the question on everyone’s mind is how is Wyatt going to fit in with the Unions.. and all I have to say about that..

..is LOL. Truly the perfect career for when your mother-in-law is a criminal mastermind and your husband is a serial killer! I mean the jokes practically write themselves. At least he doesn’t want 10 kids or any shit like that, cause I’ve seen hell and it was the result of mixing Jojo/Wyatt genes in cas.

On top of gifting us with his future-probably-fug children, Wyatt also gives us the gift of our first ever kitchen fire when he decides to make dinner with 1 cooking point. His generosity really knows no bounds.

It’s all fun and games now but Wyatt deadass almost died in the inferno and was about to take poor, stupid Komei with him, who of course ran to the fire even though he was in the yard. Meanwhile Victoria was safely watching tv and didn’t move while Jojo..

..was doing this in the next room. Two types of sims I guess!

-So Wyatt, you’ve been here for almost an hour now, burned down our kitchen and I still don’t see any grandchildren. I thought you were a family sim!

-Haha oh mom, you’re hilarious! Ignore her, Wyatt, let’s enjoy your delicious pasta.. It was definitely worth almost dying for.

-Your mama is right, mon cheri, not only do you have an obligatión to your famille but I rolled the want to have a bébé the second we graduated!

-Well it’s still gonna be there when we aren’t broke, Wyatt, god!

-But.. bébés, mon cheri! Tons of bébés I can have but never interact with, in typical famille sim fashión!

-UGH thanks a lot for opening this gate, mom. If only you had found your love of children when I was living on cat food.

-Well it’s different when they are your children, everyone knows that.

-THAT’S NOT WHY PEOPLE SAY THAT MOM

-Honestly, Jojό, I’m prouder of taking down your répugnant suitόrs than I am of graduating with honors!

-Aww Wyatt <3

-And if I have to souffrir through a childless existence to be with mon amour, so be it (:

-Aw- wait what?!

-Really, c’est bien, Jojό, marriage is all about compromise, nό? I mean, not that I would know since we’re not even married yet!

-Wyatt we’ve been here for 3 hours.

-My point précisément.. C’est bien though!

-Can’t believe I’m saying this but I really regret murdering Ti-Ning. 

That makes two of us, Jo. Honestly even Francis would be better than this. Family sim spouse??? Tf was I thinking. 

Ah, some things never change <3 It’s a new day and someone very special passes by our lot..

UGH NO not you asshole, once again delivering bills at the worst possible time.

-Miss me bitch?? Lolol

ONE OF THESE DAYS DAGMAR. ONE OF THESE DAYS ISTG

No, it’s mismatched beard townie, whose regular outfit is simply iconic, and he’s waving at me! What a sweetheart! TAKE SOME NOTES DAGMAR YOU FROZEN-FACED FREAK

-Umm he’s actually waving at me, moron.

-WRONG, he’s waving at me!

Ok it literally doesn’t matter who he’s waving at. 

-Well c’est moi. 

OK WHATEVER WYATT GOD. Just go off to work in a position you’re criminally unqualified for and try not to die ok??

-Why would I mourir?

Hm let’s see, maybe because you’re a ‘SWAT Team Leader’ straight out of college with a shocking lack of skill points?? Jfc college degrees in this game are so fucking op it’s legit making me resentful of my sims.

In other news, major dicks Sophie and Victor have started constantly beating each other up and the only thing surprising about this development is that it took this long. Honestly these fights are peak #TeamNoOne. Please note Alegra who continues to give 0 fucks @ the bloodshed. What a gal <3

Burning with religious fervor, fundamentalist nutjob Sophie emerges victorious!

-I WALK WITH GOD BITCH

Tears. Literal tears. Victor is the most unbelievable creature I have ever played.

-The rampant violence in this house is a violation of human rights! I AM OUTTA HERE

Literally still cannot believe this happened, like the sheer NERVE is killing me. Victor has started every fight he’s ever been in for an astounding total of 40-50 fights, and as you all know he almost always wins. Like this one was what? The fourth one he lost?? AND YET HE RUNS AWAY LIKE HE’S THE VICTIM I HATE/LOVE HIM SO MUCH

Meanwhile this happens which, of course. Leave it to me to finally get a chance card right for the only sim who doesn’t even deserve the job he currently has.

..Police Chief Wyatt reporting for duty! And crime increased 80% overnight. 

In actual good and not lawsuit-waiting-to happen news, Wyatt brought Amanda, Vic’s only friend/lesbian crush with him! Amanda has the distinct honor of being literally the only non-Union non-Jojo person Vic has ever genuinely liked and hasn’t had an affair with. YET THAT IS.

Man, these are some fat fucking flies. I’m talking 10 plagues of Egypt teas. 

-I KNOW, where the fuck is Komei, what are we paying him for?

-I’m over here honey, talking to my least favorite son for the second time in my life, since apparently he’s sticking around.

-Yes, thanks for requesting a recount of the heir vote, dad. I will remember it when I decide where to scatter your ashes. 

-I TOLD YOU I WANT THEM MIXED WITH THE CAT LITTER 

Ugh Komei, please stop trying to bond with your son and do something productive instead-

-like finally convincing Neo to bang Sophie. She has refused 3 TIMES because there’s a rule I have to earn kittens by suffering. I mean Alegra refusing to procreate with Victor made sense, it was Victor, wtf is Sophie’s excuse? Waiting for marriage?

ABOUT TIME

YAS. CAT GEN 3 ON THE WAY. Human gen 3 will have to wait till I’m in the mood to deal with screaming infants aka it might take a while.

The science career FINALLY SHOWS UP after 5 fucking days, jfc. Love how Wyatt’s dumb ass started as a swat team LEADER but Jojo who has half the skills maxed starts as a science teacher. Also love the idea of Jojo as a teacher in general, I mean just imagine having him teach you science in high school. I would literally drop out.

Jojo returns from work, brings this rando with him and doesn’t get promoted. We can’t all be Wyatt I guess! We’re not completely broke anymore tho so..

It is time.

Gunther, Melody and Max Flexor on one side..

Craig, Brit Brit, Ti-Ning and Daniel on the other. What a bunch of assholes, Craig obviously excluded. Remember him? I invited him because he and Jojo are still semi-friends thinking he wouldn’t show up and yet here he is! What a good guy. 

-It’s at moments like this, watching your high school boyfriend get married.. that you really get to thinking..

Awww.

-..there but for the grace of god go I.

Less awww. You’re not wrong tho, definitely dodged a sociopathic bullet..

..not everyone is that lucky. WE GET IT WYATT YOU’RE CRAZY AND IN LOVE

-Mon bien adoré, I vow to aimer and honόr you and not cheat on you again or at least be more discrete about it <3

-And I vow not to kill you and feed you to the cats for as long as we both shall live <3 

Ah, true love, you guys. 

Too bad half our guests are inside dancing-

-OR HAVING COMPLETELY INAPPROPRIATE AND UNTIMELY THOUGHTS. TI-NING SERIOUSLY GO TO HELL. I WAS ROOTING FOR YOU WE WERE ALL ROOTING FOR YOU HOW DARE YOU

Well at least Vic is excited which is more than I can say for Gunther who is literally LOOKING THE OTHER WAY. 

Time to cut the cake with the sky as our only witness, since everyone has taken a plate from the buffet and fucked off inside. Seriously WORST GUESTS EVER 

Not one to be outdone by his guests’ questionable behavior, Wyatt takes the time to remind us who he really is. 

-And n'est-ce pas forget it!

Despite all the obvious problems, like one of the grooms literally going to sleep, our party score is ‘good time’ which is a truly rare and exciting occurrence. With less than a minute left I’m feeling pretty confident that nothing can ruin this wedding!

Weirdly no one has touched the champagne even though sims in general are obsessed with it?? My best guess is everyone is at a loss for words at having to toast this union and who can blame them tbh. Thankfully Daniel steps up and I find it super sweet because I’ve forgotten that he and Wyatt are mortal enemies and it’s only by chance they haven’t beaten each other up on this instance like they have countless times before.

-Let’s all raise a glass to my beloved brother, Jojo, who generously woke up to attend his own wedding reception! Just one of many examples of his fine, giving character. Too bad he’s committing his life to a complete waste of space adulterous loser like Wyatt, who I’m not even convinced is really french, since his ability to speak and understand english fluctuates according to convenience. Man, I promised myself I wouldn’t cry, but this choice in spouse is just too tragic. Oh well! To Jojo!

NOICE, still a good time. SO CLOSE

AND YET SO FAR. Goddammit do you two mind killing each other on your own time and not literally 10 seconds before our wedding ends??

-DIE WHORE, THIS WILL TEACH YOU TO STEAL MY MAN

-THAT’S MY LINE SLUTBAG

-HA! ZUMBA, BITCH

-Wow, so glad I woke up for this, really got my bloodlust going! 

Indeed a roaring success if there ever was one. I mean how can this night possibly get any better?

.............of course.

Oh nice, I remembered to install an alarm for once! I’m also desperately trying to wake up Wyatt thinking that he’s fucking CHIEF OF POLICE so he might prove useful in this situation..

..especially since we get this cop of a completely untrustworthy Bieber hairstyle. Talk about striking fear in the heart.

Sadly it turns out that Wyatt could not give less of a shit that we’re getting robbed and picks this moment to head for wedding buffet leftovers-

-while Bieber cop prevails! This robber is awesomely named Russ Bear btw and I wish that was my name, sounds like a slavic medieval folkore hero. But I digress. Please prepare yourselves because our first robbery is about to take a dark turn.

-Ehh, you get at a certain level on la force, you just become desensitized to la criminalité..

-Oh don’t worry Wyatt, I totally understand.. I mean I’ve robbed so many houses in my time, I hardly blink anymore..

-So it looks like you and I are not so different after all.. ;)

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............................why. why has the universe chosen me for the greatest suffering the world has ever known. i try and i try but incestuous relationships just keep sprawling like mythical strangler vines. i bet this wouldn’t happen to someone named Russ Bear. fml