#i'm having a crappy week and comments make it better

[gffa]

Anyway, so, the ridiculousness continues, because I got one day of feeling amazingly Not Winded Going Up A Flight Of Stairs when, hey, guess who got whammied with the cold that's been going around my family. I woke up feeling crappy, scratchy throat, like I was a centimeter off in my own skin, etc. I'm doing better now that I've gotten some cold drinks to soothe my throat, and I do still feel better, enough to have a handyman come over and install the light fixtures + tv mount and could actually stand there and help for more than five minutes before I was sweating and needed to sit down. Also this was my third day in a row of getting blood drawn (to make sure I'm heading in the right direction), I am beginning to feel like a bit of a pincushion, but overall good. I have gotten many comments of, holy shit, you look so much better, your color is so much better, and I have to laugh each time because I must have really looked like death warmed over for the last couple of years to get that comment as often as I have! Tonight is day three of taking my anxiety meds, I can't say I've noticed a difference yet (but I'm not expecting to for a couple of weeks), but WISH ME LUCK. I was even social today and talked to people. (Genuinely, the best tip I can give for socially anxious over-thinkers like me is, when they ask, "How are you today?" answer with an honest, "I'm really nervous about all of this, but doing my best to get through it." Then, if you're too quiet or say something odd, they know you're not an asshole, you're just nervous, and it makes you human and every medical personnel I've said this to has been extremely nice about it.) Also, I just cannot get over how much my appetite has decreased, in a good way. I still get hungry, I still eat, but I'm not constantly starving for something something something, usually something "with protein" (ie, some form of red meat). I can eat half as much steak/hamburger/whatever and be satisfied now and, look, I know it makes me look like a dumbass, but my slide into this was so gradual that I just thought, "Oh, that's just how I am. I like steak a lot, many people do!" BUT NOPE. SEVERE ANEMIA WAS PROBABLY SCREAMING, "BITCH, I AM STARVING HERE, DO SOMETHING." 😂 (But, seriously, I'm so baffled at how, HEY, I AM SUPPOSED TO ENJOY THIS TIME OF FEELING BETTER, but no I had to go and get a week long cold. To be fair, after getting the flu shot and COVID booster, it could be that just as much as the cold that's going around.)

[stonathandreamer]

Her First (Curse) Word

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Summary: The Harrington-Byers baby says her first curse word - thanks to daddy Steve 🥰.

Word Count: 1k

A/N: This is based on a real story. My dad used to cuss a lot; his favorite curse was "buceta" (cunt/pussy in Portuguese), and my mom warned him that cursing in front of me when I was a baby would backfire on him. It did. One day, my little 3-year-old self said very loudly, "BUCETA" in front of my grandma. Legend has it that my dad never recovered from all the scolding, yelling, and reprimanding he received that day.

Saturday night is game night! Steve's watching a baseball game (and cursing at the TV, the referee, the other team's players, and his team's players) while Jonathan sits on the ground, playing with their baby daughter, Elizabeth. The baby just recently said her first word, "Daddy," a few weeks ago - which daddy she was referring to is still a topic of discussion. Jonathan swears she was calling him because Lizzie said it when he was holding her, but Steve counters by saying she said it while looking at him. Jonathan counterargues by saying she was not looking at Steve but rather at the bright and colorful painting right next to him - that's precisely why Steve tried teaching her how to say his name first instead of the simple "daddy."

While Steve has his full attention on the game, and damn, how are the San Francisco Giants losing to those crappy Arizona Diamondbacks?! It's unbelievable; Jonathan focuses on the baby sitting on his lap playing with her plush bunny. So far, he's been able to teach her basic words, like "bunny," "play" (though it sounds like "pay" when she says it), "nap," and "shoe." So far, so good.

Jonathan briefly glances at the TV in time to see an SF Giants player missing a ball - much to Steve's dismay. He smiles and turns back to Elizabeth, pointing to the TV.

"Can you say 'ball,' baby?"

Elizabeth's eyes follow the direction Jonathan's pointing at, landing at the TV. She stares at it for a few seconds, hearing the commentators repeat the word "ball," a couple of times as well as Steve muttering, "Catch that damn ball, dumbass!" She turns her attention back to Jonathan, smiling encouragingly at her, and repeats the word with a giggle - and loud, because babies are loud.

"Ball!"

She tugs at Jonathan's pant leg, a gesture of, 'See? See? I said it! I said it!' making him chuckle and smile warmly. Their baby is so clever and precious (in Jonathan's rightfully opinion)!

"Yes, baby! 'Ball'! Very good," He tickles Elizabeth's tummy, earning a set of adorable giggles from her, making him smile even more. She's so cute it should be a crime. Jonathan then looked at his husband sitting on the couch with a pouty look. "Steve, you're missing this..."

"I'm a bit busy here!" Steve yelled out from the couch, not looking away from the TV. Damn Giants and their crappy players getting their asses kicked by the crappier Diamondbacks. "This team of dumbasses is pissing me off!"

Jonathan frowns at Steve's colorful language. His husband's lack of a baby filter is a constant concern for Jonathan. He glances down at Elizabeth to see if she's paying attention to their conversation, but the baby is distracted by playing with the zipper of Jonathan's jacket. Thank God. The last thing he needs is for their daughter to start cussing like Steve, uttering a 'shithead' every five minutes.

"You shithead! How the Hell did you lose that ball?!" Steve yelled at the TV, leaning closer from his sitting position on the couch, almost dropping the beer bottle from his right hand.

Jonathan's frown deepened. Steve's vocabulary is probably, no, scratch that, definitely not the best for their daughter's developing ears.

"Steve, can you tone it down, please?"

"I'll tone down when this game gets better!" Steve replied with a frown. It's not his fault the Giants suddenly decided to have the crappiest play of the whole season, "This team is an absolute shit—"

"Shit!"

Silence.

Immediate, deafening silence followed after Elizabeth repeated the word Steve just said.

Jonathan was shocked his beloved, precious baby daughter said such a foul, horrid, and despicable word at such a young age. She's not even two yet and already cussing! He is shocked, flabbergasted, and livid.

Steve, meanwhile, is panicking, not only because thanks to him now Elizabeth can curse, but also because he's now fated to sleep on the couch for the night, because Jonathan is, without a shadow of a doubt, going to give him one Hell of a lecture along with the sleeping on the couch sentencing.

"STEVEN." Yep, he's screwed. "What did I tell you about cursing in front of Lizzie?!"

"I didn't know she was gonna repeat it!" Steve replied. Panic and dread were obvious in his voice as he attempted, in vain, to avoid being blamed for Elizabeth's discovery of curses. "I thought she wasn't paying attention—!"

But one look at Jonathan's disapproving and angered glare was enough to make him shrink and realize what he did wrong.

"You know what? You're sleeping on the couch tonight, Steven." Jonathan muttered as he held Elizabeth in his arms, still slightly shocked that his baby daughter cursed.

"WHAT?!" Steve's eyes widened. He knew the couch was an inevitable fate, but part of him hoped Jonathan would loosen the punishment. "Why do I have to sleep on the couch?!" Steve protested with a whine. Why does he have to get punished even though it was an accident?

Elizabeth's attention shifted from the zipper of Jonathan's jacket to the altercation between her dads. Her little eyes accompanied the discussion like she was watching a ping-pong match.

"Who's fault is it the baby said a curse word, hm?" Jonathan said with a glare. He stood up from the floor, shifting their baby in his arms and holding her securely against his chest.

Steve protested once more. Sure, he should have known better than to curse in front of their daughter. But his team was playing so poorly that he couldn't help himself!

"It was a fucking accident!"

"Fu—!"

Jonathan's eyes widened as he realized Steve just cursed, in front of their young and impressionable daughter, a swear word that is ten times worse than the other one. Then he heard Elizabeth try to copy... And Jonathan completely lost it. He immediately covered her mouth. Oh no. She did not almost say THAT word. Oh, he's gonna murder Steve. Elizabeth, meanwhile, giggled at having her mouth covered, thinking Jonathan was playing with her.

"STEVEN!!!" He turned around and gave Steve a death glare. "YOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT IN FRONT OF OUR DAUGHTER!!!"

Steve flinched. Yep, he's sleeping on the couch alright, though definitely not for just one night.

[sequinsmile-x]

hiiii friends <3

I never usually do this kind of thing, and I might delete this later, but I feel really kind of shitty about this at the minute and for once I'm going to say it.

I have never written for the feedback. Don't get me wrong, comments and kudos and reblogs make me so happy but it's not what I do it for. I write because I enjoy it, because it's one of the few hobbies I truly have that isn't ever impacted by my disability.

Saying that, these last few weeks, there has been a noticeable decline in interaction with what I am putting out there (especially on AO3) and it is really disheartening. And my anxiety peaks and tells me I'm past it and no one wants to read my fics anymore so why bother. (I do my best not to listen to that voice, because I know I write for me as much as I write for y'all...but it's hard)

It's always been odd. Multi-chapters ALWAYS get less interaction even though they take much more effort than one-shots. Some things take off even though I pulled them together in a couple of hours, and some things I've planned and spent days thinking about/pulling together don't.

And it's fine, but I am one of a handful of creators for this very small fandom. I'm never going to get 100s of notes here or comments on A03 because of the very nature that this fandom is small, and that's okay. I would rather write for something I truly love, a ship that has truly rotted my brain for close to 3 years, than something else just because it gets more interaction.

But today I'm just feeling a little sad about it, and if there's one thing I've learned it's sometimes better just to say it and get it out, and then move on.

(by move on i don't mean stop writing, i literally have so many thoughts for these two my brain might explode, i mean move on from feeling crappy about something i can't control haha)

[cookies-sports]

This is really random but I just wanted to say thank you for being nice about West Ham lol I’ve had a growing soft spot for them the past couple of years despite them not being like a great team in terms of quality, but I really like the players and personalities they have and I wish they got more respect so it made me happy to see someone else acknowledge them positively 😊

☺️ Thank you! I think West Ham get a raw deal from a lot of WSL journalism and commentary. In so many matches they play in, the commentators seem to forget that they're supposed to acknowledge both teams' play and efforts. I also feel like West Ham have, in some ways, been the victim of the recency bias and misinformation that is rampant in WoSo journalism and discussions.

I mentioned in a post before that they had a reputation of being "scraping just above relegation", when in fact they have performed equal to (or better) than teams like Brighton on average in their time in the WSL until this year.

They're a team who are unsupported by the main club (e.g. Rehane Skinner had to fight to get some contracts of 3 years offered to new signings this year, as opposed to their all too frequent 1-2 year contracts which saw them have to rebuild practically every year), have gone through some real crappy treatment as a team over the years (like being forced to crowdfund their kit some years ago as well as being kicked out of their training ground and having to train in an empty field along a main road), and have become something of a target of mockery for WSL commentary amongst fans.

But their players are absolutely underrated; they do have decent players on that team. And the commitment they put in, week in-week out, and the collective support they give each other is such a strength. It's why this season they have fought so hard until the end of games and it has led to positive results.

I don't know if Skinner is going to get the balance right with the team long-term (I hope so), but I am glad she was given time when people were calling for her to go because I see positive development this year in the approach she's taking with the team. A commentator of one game made a comment once about "West Ham are definitely putting them (the other team) on the back foot with this element of chaos they've brought in the second half" and I think that sums up West Ham well.

There is a certain chaotic nature to their gameplay intermingled with some genuinely beautiful football (Asseyi, for example, has made some beautiful behind the back, heel flick passes this season alone which have led to chances and goals). And more than that, they thrive in the chaos as long as they get the balance right. Too much chaos and they get caught out and it becomes a disaster, not enough chaos and they're too passive and get pinned into their own half, but when they get that balance right? They look like an improved team and I hope the positive growth continues next season as well. Of course, it is always hard for a team without strong backing from the main club. But I will always have a soft spot for the team and the players.

There's a lot more I could write, but I'll leave it there 😅 Hope you don't mind me posting the ask, I'm happy to delete it if you'd rather (just pop me another anon message), but it was a nice opportunity to talk about West Ham a bit more.

Also, if anyone is looking at this and doesn't know much about West Ham women, I would really recommend checking out their Instagram and new TikTok. The person who runs their social media loves that team so much and gives so much positivity to the team, it makes you smile to see.

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/westhamwomen

TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@westhamwomen

[strawberrybobamilk]

Cut Here (Part 1)

So it's been a while I've been wanting to write a Trevor Philips origin story fanfic, but I never had the motivation to do so, until now that I came up with some ideas and experimented (so sorry if it's a bit crappy and all over the place), so here is my take on our most beloved psychopath's backstory. Probably gonna make it a multipart fic and eventually upload it on AO3 (once I get ahold of my pc again). Any feedbacks and suggestions are welcome.

TWs: S/A and abuse.

1967

Betty Philips was coming back home after another night shift. Another night, same thing. Stripping and dancing for the entertainment of those drunk perverted low lives. When she was younger and moved from England to Canada along with her family in 1943, her parents promised her things were gonna be better, everything was going to be fine and dandy... and now, twentyfour years later, this is what she ended up doing for a living... and a shitty paycheck as well.

She was now walking back home, down the dimly lit streets, a cigarette in her mouth and soft wind caressing her red hair; her thoughts were interrupted when she suddendly felt herself being dragged in a dark alleyway by some unrecognizable man, pressing one of his hands on her mouth. She instinctively tried to scream, her voice coming out muffled by that pesky hand; the cold steel of a blade now threatening her neck.

"Try making another sound and you're dead, alright?" the mysterious voice behind her spoke. She nodded with tears in her eyes. "Good". Fear took her again when she heard the sound of a zipper behind her, but due to her survival instincts she did her best to keep calm and let him have his way.

Some days after that dreadful night, Betty discovered she was pregnant. With that monster's kid. She tried to kill it in all the ways she could: drinking more, smoking more... but nothing. That baby survived to everything.

"Oh Betty I'm so happy for you! Who is the lucky man?" her friend Brittany would comment, making Betty cringe at her hand touching her swollen belly.

"Oh huh... I'm a single mother I guess... i-it was a mistake..." Betty replied.

"Oh..." Brittany walked away with a disgusted expression. This baby truly was a mistake.

On 14 november 1967, the waters broke and Betty got recovered in urgency to the nearest hospital. The pain she felt while giving birth to the child, the hatred she felt in hearing it crying, the disappointment she felt when hearing the nurse commenting on how healthy it was, meaning the abuse of alcohol and smoking truly did nothing.

"Congratulations ma'am, it's a boy!" the nurse said happily, holding the wailing baby and gently giving him into Betty's indifferent arms. Betty looked at him with a mix of rage and disgust, saying nothing.

The nurse awkwardly said "Huh, Mrs Philips... have you planned a name for him?"

Betty couldn't care less. She gave him the first name she could think of: "Trevor".

"Uhm, alright. Trevor Philips is it then!" the nurse smiled.

In the meanwhile Betty was thinking: she'd never seen again the unknown man in the shadows who assaulted her, and police would have never believed a dirty stripper's claims. But she had his baby now. By pure mistake. She was gonna get revenge like this: she couldn't make that man suffer, but she could do that to his seed, and make that seed understand how much of a literal mistake he has been.

Days and weeks passed. Trevor spent his days alone in his baby crib. Betty never cradled him nor gave him affection, she just fed him and changed his diapers, just to make him stop his annoying crying. Meanwhile, Betty started dating a man, Simon; a truly fantastic man, with a drinking habit but tons of money: he'd buy her jewelry and clothes, and she loved that and was happy with him. After a few time, she got pregnant again, and this time with Simon.

1975

Betty was in the living room sitting at the table smoking a cigarette, smiling at her son Ryan while he was reading an Impotent Rage comic, and Simon was just mindlessly watching TV on the couch and taking sips of Pisswasser.

"Mommy mommy look!" the voice Betty hated the most yelled; it was Trevor running happily towards her.

"What is it Trevor?" she said, not even looking in Trevor's direction. Not that Trevor minded, he was used to that anyway. But this time she was finally gonna be proud of him.

Trevor took out a handcrafted paper plane: "Look! My plane!"

Betty turned around unamused: "A plane?"

Ryan took his attention away from his comic and laughed: "You call that a plane?!"

Trevor ignored him and stayed focused on his creation with pride: "Yes a plane! When I grow up I'm gonna be a pilot and fly on these!"

Betty took her eyes away from the plane and returned smoking: "As if you're ever gonna be something big in your life...". Trevor's smile fell.

"No mom you're wrong!" Ryan yelled. Trevor's eyes went big: Ryan taking his defense for once? Ryan snatched the paper plane from his hand "Trevor's right! He's gonna fly on these indeed, just like this!" Ryan's hand tightened around the plane, crushing it in the process and reducing it to a ball, and threw it on the floor "Booom!!". Of course not, classic old Ryan.

"RYA-" Trevor stopped in his tracks when he saw dad turning his head to him with a glare like an owl preparing to attack his prey. He knew what that glare meant, it was the first sign that a beating was coming. Simon was kinda like a big silent monster; he never spoke to Trevor, he only beated him up when he was "misbehaving". He only heard him speak when he occasionally yelled at mom in one of his drunken fits.

"R-Ryan please..." Trevor spoke in a quieter voice now, doing everything he could to hide his anger.

Ryan made a fake grimace and started yelling "Mooom! Trevor is being mean!", as he was hugging Betty's legs.

Trevor was feeling terror taking over himself now "No! I wasn't... I didn't mean..."

"First you disappoint me, now you make your brother cry, is that how you thank your family for everything we do for you, you ungrateful brat?" Betty looked at him with dark eyes "...Simon... it's time we teach him a lesson...".

Trevor was now laying on his bed; his whole body was aching and trembling, tears and snot running down his face as he was hugging his pillow. It was the only thing he could hold onto, sometimes he wished the pillow could hug back. His tears stained face was turned to the window as he observed that beautiful starry night sky. He didn't care what Ryan said, or what his mother said. She is right about everything but not about this. Someday, he was going to make his dreams come true. He was going to become a pilot, the best one the world has ever seen. He was going to be free, flying in that wonderful sky.

[someonewhogotanaccount]

A Question (but not about a book)

Has it ever happened to you that you expect something to end badly, and then it ends even worse? And then you're just happier about the worse ending than you would've been about the bad/"better" ending? Maybe have been even grateful for it?

Because that happened to me about two weeks ago, and I'm curious if I'm the only one this has happened to.

I'm… not very good at sports. I've never been interested in it, and I've had bad experiences with some PE teachers/my former soccer team/a principal who thought he could judge my swimming skills better than trained lifeguards.

So I didn't have high expectations when our current PE teacher (he's a nice one :) said we would sprint. PE has always been my weakest subject, although I've even had a B on my school report in the last few years. And out of all the track and field disciplines, sprinting was always my favorite and somehow I even liked it, so I hoped that I would at least get a C.

I ran as fast as I could and tried my best. Went to the teacher and inquired about my time.

He said it didn't even show up on the scale anymore, that's how slow I had been. Hey, only said I liked sprint, never said I would be good in it. Long story short, I got a F, if that. For an nerd who gets almost straight A's (except in PE) on her report card and has to send that same report card to intimidating scholarship-managers (is that even a word?), that's a pretty big shock. My teacher and my best friend tried to cheer me up.

And I had to laugh. So freaking hard. Luckily not until I got home, but still. I would've been even more disappointed if I had gotten a C or D.

I just can't take this seriously. It's so funny to me that I even gave myself the nickname 'snail' because I'm so lame. I make jokes about it with my friend. My mom had to laugh too. Because of this terribly bad grade, I have a amusing story to tell my children about in the future. The more I think about it, the more thankful I become. That makes it even funnier. I mean, thankful for a F? The last proof that I'm either to optimistic or completely crazy ;).

Has anyone ever experienced something like this? That you end up grateful for a pretty crappy thing that happened?

Please tell me in the comments/tags/whatever :)

[bisluthq]

Want to tell us what happened so we can all shit on the bitch/es who did shit wrong

Ok this might be long but idk if you remember the ask but a couple months ago I went to prague with my best friend who I also work with and who I’ve basically got a super weird homoerotic friendship with despite her having a bf she’s been seeing since like november-ish? She’s bisexual like me but has never been in a relationship until this dude and has had close homoerotic friendships with some of her friends before. Over the past few months it’s been difficult because it feels like she will use me as a surrogate gf when she’s not around her bf but also seems to connect with me more on like most things? like a week or two ago she was feeling really down and explained a bunch of stuff about how she feels insecure in her relationship with her bf because his interests are a lot more I guess traditionally serious and important stuff, he studied IR at uni and imo is generally pretty wanky about stuff like that (separate from any feelings I have for her). She talked about how she feels kind of inferior to him in some way and feels like she’s too needy asking for reassurance when she’s going through this rough patch (and kind of implied he made some comments about her being needy) but would backtrack and try to defend him when I was like ??? why are you putting yourself down like this. What triggered the Sabrina stuff was the fact that she was away this weekend meeting some of his friends who live in another city, but texted me to say “my song” came on in the pub which is lover, you should’ve come over by jeff buckley lmao. It’s one of those things where it’s hard to describe what she’s doing without sounding crazy because I feel like every wlw has a situation like this that’s really hard to explain but a few examples; we went to go get ice creams during our lunch break bc of the nice weather we had a few weeks ago, I went to loop my arm around hers as we were walking & she was like “oh no I was going for your hand”, when this was literally the day after she’d had a conversation with our other friend who works with us about how they’d been through a tough wlw situationship for years with their friend and even though our friend now has another gf, the situationship still wants to hold hands etc despite them only supposed to be friends now. my girl was like that’s super weird she’s still pushing it and that she’d only hold hands with her friends unless she was like super drunk or in primary school. and this is also coming after her saying she really missed me because I had a week off and I “brought the sunshine back” and said she wanted to hold my hand, the same day she had an appointment to get her IUD for her bf. I met her bf and it was sort of awkward at the end of the hang because he said that she’s always saying to him “oh X [me] is doing this today, she’s doing X this weekend” etc and she’s told me more than once that not many of her friends have met him but they all know about me. She’ll play with my hair in casual conversation or hug me randomly beyond just being touchy feely. She met his sister recently and wasn’t sure what to wear so I helped her out a little and she was like “oh I accidentally dressed so dyke I love it” lmao. There’s other stuff but this is already long enough lol I’m just tired and sad haha because even if she did leave him a) I don’t want to be the reason she breaks up with someone because I think despite everything she does really like him and b) I don’t actually know if a relationship with us now would work. It’s just hard.

that sounds AWFUL. and obviously i do remember. right now I’m not in an agony aunat space because I’m trying to agony aunat to myself but anons might be. This sounds SO TRICKY. I'm sorry.

Sabrina’s cool but some other songs I think might work to make this feel less crappy (it’ll still be crappy because this thing just sucks)

Better than Mee by Deyess - this is a gay song and it's sooooooo relatable. fucking love it. I heard it on tiktkok a little while ago and got obsessed. True earworm and obviously like I say gay. And about being a girl into a girl with a boyfriend.

Frank Ocean's Self Control. Also an explicitly gay song but mlm but applicable to this)

Olivia Rodrigo’s Logical (I just loveeee this song beause sometimes love has and has had me thinking 2+2=5)

Lost in the Citadel by Lil Nas X (I think what I love is it was WRITTEN about queer love and I think it deals with a lot of those complications so well)

Break Up With Your Girlfriend I'm Bored by Ari (imagine you're saying boyfriend and I know you don't fully want her but it might hype you)

and it won't be a me list without a Leonard Cohen so do want to say Take This Longing slaps hard.

maybe the songs help a bit.

i'm so sorry it's so shitty xxxxx it'll get better!!

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Here we go!

So the reason you brided off Hiromi's spot was aside from being scared that Mahiru will say anything about you crippling Katsuo but also because of how Peko was getting treated...?

Was there any reason why you picked Hiromi?

Simple, I pick her because of her really crappy fashion sense and nothing more, that much is obvious and I'm sure no one would care if she was replace and she looked like Mahiru and since I couldn't replace her, I decided to go with Hiromi who look like her.

Hmph, given how foolish your reasons were; you clearly don't care too much from the sounds of it...

And what of it, who the hell cares about marine biology! There just a bunch of stupid fish anyway so who cares!

This wretched brats, she better burn in the 9 circle of hell for her horrid comment towards all marine life!

Gundham it's okay, I know this girl is bothering you but let her continue...

Indeed, anyway Natsumi; given that you were bullying all of Class 78 but you appear have targeted Yokoyoko and Kojikoji Hanamura the most.

H-He's right, you seem to keep targeting my little brother and sister so I want to know what your beef with them is!

Want to know why? Simple, I hated the fact that those 2 whores were view as symbols of hope, how those 2 were more liked and-...and-... and how is it that everyone doesn't mock them for their talents!

Especially that Yokoyoko, why the fuck is that bitch more liked and popular in my class then me or how no one was making fun of them, I deserve to be at that damn school then those 2!!!

...Because those 2 were planning to change their talents once they graduate.

Huh? What are you-?

I'm saying that those 2 were going to drop their titles and change it, they were going to do that but you never bother to listen to them at all!

In fact, I spoke with them before and it was at Sayaka's birthday party where they told me when I ask why you were picking on the 2!

...

...

...

Date: July 7th, 2011

*Sayaka and Aoi look to be enjoying some cake they were making but Makoto saw that everyone else was having fun too...*

Man, this is such an awesome party! Seriously those twins really pull off all the stops on this!

Hey you think I can hit on Shannon, I mean she is pretty hot for a Canadian chick!

Um... Leon, I think Shannon already mention this but I don't think she's interested...

Dude, she's just playing a little hard to get and besides you gotta live a little.

So wish me luck on that front!

*As then Leon walked over to Shannon*

I better leave him be, I get the feeling this gonna be bad...

*As then at the corner of the room, Makoto notices a certain someone...*

...

Oh it's Juri, she's here - right I remember she got a leg injury!

*As then Makoto walked over to Juri who was with Kojikoji and Yokoyoko*

So anyways, you gonna be okay handling the party, if you want we can bring you back if it gets too much.

No no, it's fine - the doctor says that I just need sometime off it for a few weeks and luckily I can still walk so I should be fine and I don't want to miss this.

Plus I'll just be sitting over here and drinking some punch so you don't need to worry.

Well... okay, if you feel tired; we can bring you back to the dorms.

[takingontheworldtogether]

Happy Sunday, you beautiful Swifties 🫶🏽❤️❤️ It's meee -  hiiii again 🤣 I hope you'll have a great new week. Guess what? I created a playlist on spotify with all the happy songs  you guys named last week. (I posted the link, so you can all listen to it whenever you need some comfort) Comment down below which Taylor song you identify most with (or makes you feel seen) I am a mirrorball girlie , can't deny.🪩 Love, Jessi 

hello!!!! so excited to see this--i had kind of a crazy and crappy week last week, so i could def use some comfort song

i think the taylor song that i most identify with these days has been a place in this world, specifically the lines "got the radio on / my old blue jeans / and i'm wearing my heart on my sleeve" bc all i do is wear blue jeans, listen to music, and hope things get better--but also i agree with you "all i do is try, try, try"

[zoeykingsthings]

Mara

Happy Sunday, everyone.

I was able talk to my doctor this week and finally was able to get on a new antibiotic. I'm feeling a lot better and am so grateful. Hopefully this is finally the thing that gets rid of whatever this sickness was.

I finally feel like I'm starting to be able to crawl out of the hole I've been in since December. We even made it to church today, for the first time in months.

But again, as I feel like I'm starting to have energy again, starting to be able to move forward again, it's time to pack up, leave, and drive for ten hours to go see extended family again.

My family is meeting up in Florida. I'm excited to see them. It'll also be the first time my brother and his kids will get to meet my son. I'm glad we'll get to see them and I can't wait to see the kids all play together. And honestly, a little warmth and sunshine sounds really nice right now.

But my husband's family is meeting us down there the week after. Things have been so rocky with my mother in law that just the thought of having to interact with her again is casting a dark, looming shadow over this whole trip.

And I hate that. I hate that I'm miserable for weeks thinking about having to see her. I hate that I'm miserable when I'm with her. I hate that it takes me weeks (or in this case, months) to recover from spending time with her. I hate that my husband, who is usually incredibly supportive and understanding, just doesn't see anything odd or hurtful about the comments she makes or the way she interacts with me. I hate that this situation just seems to keep stealing so much of my energy and life and joy.

We drove 15 hours to see my in-laws for Christmas and it was... miserable. My sister-in-law let us know her kids had colds. I asked if they had fevers or had tested positive for anything, and she said they didn't. Shortly after we got together her older kid threw up three times, and her younger one ended up with a fever of 104 something. It's not my sister-in-law's fault, I don't think she knew how sick they were, but it sucked. My son ended up getting an ear infection, and I ended up puking a few times and then ended up with this sinus infection thing that hung on for months afterwards.

And getting sick obviously isn't fun, but it does happen. I think the hard part was more just being around my husband's family when we weren't feeling well. They have a general attitude of just trying to ignore any kind of sickness or pain because they don't want to seem weak, or something? It drives me crazy because I'm someone who likes to address things and deal with things.

I felt like I had a fever and asked my mother in law if they had a thermometer and she said "Oh, we usually just have thermometers around for the kids, for the adults we're just like 'eh, get over it'." Which, you know, made me feel like she thought I was just being a big baby for wanting to check my temperature when I was genuinely, really sick.

My son had a fever for a few days in a row. I called his pediatrician and they said they wanted him to come in to be seen. I told my husband's family that I was going to try to find a local pediatrician that would do a same day appointment. My husband's Dad just looked at my son and was like "Oh he's FINE. He doesn't need to go to a doctor. Nurses will always tell you to go in but come on, he doesn't need it."

... But he ended up needing two rounds of antibiotics.

I guess I just felt really crappy and my son felt really crappy and on top of that we were kind of gaslit about feeling so crappy. It just makes me feel insane.

One night, I was feeling a little better and my in laws offered to watch my son to give my husband and me a date night. That was nice.

But when we got back, my mother in law had my son sitting up by himself in another room. He was only just learning how to do that and wasn't very steady yet and he fell over and bonked his head on the floor. I was a little frustrated she wasn't watching him more closely, but he was fine. I went over to him and picked him up and she scolded me, telling me not to do that, and that she was just leaving him there to figure things out.

It's fine if she has a different parenting style or whatever but I just really didn't feel comfortable with her telling me I was doing something wrong by PICKING UP MY SON. I also hope she can see that just because I do things differently than she might it doesn't mean my way is wrong, either.

She made a few other odd comments before we left. On our last night, I was putting my son to bed at the same time I always put my son to bed and she started saying some odd kind of passive aggressive things. "Oh, why is mom putting you to bed so early? You definitely won't sleep through the night now. We'll see you when you wake up at 3am." ?!

All I could think was that she was sad it was her last night with him there and was mad he had to go to bed, or something? But it was just probably not the best way to express that sentiment. If that's even what it was.

Then, that morning, as we were leaving, she gave me a hat she had knit for my son. It was nice of her to knit a hat for him. But she gave it to me, explaining that it should continue to fit him as he grows until I, inevitably, lose it.

What?

She went on to talk about how she had made a similar hat for my sister-in-law's kids but one day her daughter couldn't find it and I guess that got my mother-in-law mad but jeez lady.

I just always leave my in laws feeling really beat down. It's exhausting.

And this situation with my husband's mom has been ongoing. I've tried gently confronting her when she's said things that have been hurtful, but nothing seems to change. My mom thinks she has a narcissistic personality disorder. She might, I don't know. I am slowly coming to terms with the fact that this is just the way she is and how she communicates.

But where do we go from here?

I feel like God keeps reminding me that I need to forgive. I don't want to hold on to all these microaggressions and little snippy comments. I don't want to let this stew and become bitter.

I feel like God keeps highlighting Hebrews 12:12-17 to me lately:

"12 Therefore strengthen the hands which hang down, and the feeble knees, 13 and make straight paths for your feet, so that what is lame may not be dislocated, but rather be healed.

14 Pursue peace with all people, and holiness, without which no one will see the Lord: 15 looking carefully lest anyone fall short of the grace of God; lest any root of bitterness springing up cause trouble, and by this many become defiled; 16 lest there be any fornicator or [f]profane person like Esau, who for one morsel of food sold his birthright. 17 For you know that afterward, when he wanted to inherit the blessing, he was rejected, for he found no place for repentance, though he sought it diligently with tears."

Those little roots of bitterness sneak in so easily sometimes. The antidote for bitterness is forgiveness. But I guess I'm still figuring out how to forgive when the situation is ongoing and not improving and honestly sometimes feels verbally abusive. How can I forgive someone but still acknowledge they might not be a very healthy person for me to be around? Can I really, truly forgive someone but still know I have to set strong boundaries around them? It's just been a really hard thing to navigate.

They talked about forgiveness today at church. The pastor suggested using this sentence to help us forgive someone:

Dear Lord, because of your grace toward me, I give grace by releasing _________ from what they owe me.

He said that it's hard to really forgive until we remember how much grace and forgiveness has already been shown to us by God. He said it also helps to identify what has been "taken" from you by the other person's offense, and to release that person from what they "owe" you.

I feel like my mother-in-law has taken my time, my energy, my joy, and my peace, and my ability to move forward with my own life. I guess a step to forgiving is releasing her from owing me those things.

More soon,

Love,

Zoey

[tackyink]

Hello 🥰 here I come after 3 main quest and 543 side quests!! Just to give you commentary of the last chapter/jjjj

(I know you said I didn't have to obligatorily leave a comment, but I really enjoy it and feel a bit frustrated with myself if I promise/say something and end up not doing it ajshajsha I guess it's a matter of principle)

Uuhh, big spoilers ig if someone who hasn't already read last chapter does read this ????

KUWABARA MY LOVE! I love how you write him (who am I kidding, I love how you write the main cast, and the side characters and the antagonists and the—) like, he is so sweet?? But also very impulsive. Which ends up being very endearing if not a bit embarrassing (but like, second hand and not by a lot). I can relate to his want to have his favourite series finished, but also that Wakaba's agency is shitty and they treated her like,, real bad.

On the other hand I feel so bad for Wakaba :( I imagine that if you end up doing a series you want to end it the best way possible so the fact that she had to sacrifice years of work just because her agency did what they did... I hope she can finish it--

The whole chapter was super nice and the pacing was good, in the sense that it felt imminent that the secret was going out. I liked a lot the way Kurama was a bit flustered (I guess, with Kurama being Kurama?) when Kuwabara went barging in lol

Also!!! THE GIRLIES ARE HERE. I love them. Togashi should have given them so much more screentime!!!! Yukina my beloved aaaaa I'm looking forward to the shenanigans now that they are there.

But for the most shocking part of the chapter (for me) HIEI. SHORT KING. I truly wasn't expecting him at all?? I knew you would introduce him at some point but I definitely didn't think it would be in that chapter, you were truly spoiling us. He came all the way because he was worried about Yukina, and Wakaba's first and only reaction after all that had happened to her that week was: Do I get another futon?

She has me rolling ajshajsha there is something about deadpan characters = comedic relief that's very true. I think it's the essence of your characters, being effortlessly funny without trying lol I'm always happy when I read one of your stories 💞

I don't have much more to say, I was saving some comments for the ao3 but I don't think I will make it before you update the next one lolol uni's tfg is killing me already in October, I don't want to see myself in May ajsgajsvshws oTL

Anyways if I remember anything else I wanted to comment on, I will send you another ask filled with love 🫶

I hope you have a super nice next week!!! 🤗

Full disclosure, I've been having a couple of crappy weeks health wise and haven't worked on ALC since I posted chapter 6, but in the spirit (haha see what I did there) of the holiday I promise I'm going to spend the afternoon of the 31st and the 1st editing just so you can read it before you graduate also holy shit, where has time gone???

You know, you've made realize parallels between this and the situations that pop up in fandoms when someone involved in production is revealed to have done something awful. I think it's natural to go "NOOO MY BLORBOS" when you're invested, those feelings can't come at the expense of the people who've been harmed, and Kuwabara's 100% the type to prioritize people, no matter how disappointed he may be. I would be gutted if I were in Wakaba's shoes as well - nobody wins in this situation, except the publishing house that's raking it in thanks to the controversy.

I feel she's getting better though, having so many people around and a mystery to unravel hasn't left her a lot of time to be miserable. Another unexpected guest? Sure, whatever, she'll set up another bed, what difference will it make at this point. Maybe this will end up being a blessing in disguise. Maybe.

Thanks so much as always for sending these asks. ❤ They make my day every time. Best of luck with that TFG!

[the-ominous-owl]

hi friends! has canon got you down? are you sad about the lack of ladies kissing ladies? why not go read the next chapter of agentcorp!au! 

i’m not saying it’s better, but it’s a different kind of ouch, an ouch of a different flavour if you will, so that might be fun. 

Rapidly, it goes like this, with Alex clinging tightly to her sister as they swoop down over the waterfront and through the massive sea door of the target warehouse. The space inside is dark and cavernous, echoing with the sounds of the water flowing in and out through the broken sea doors, lapping sullenly at the ramp that disappears up into the gloomy interior. It smells of rust and diesel and brine, and the faint glow of the city reflecting off the clouds and the ocean and through the high windows isn’t enough to cast more than a sliver of ruddy light against the massive stack of shipping containers that have been left there to rust. Kara swoops in high among the rafters and sets them down in the gantry, dropping silently onto the metal walkway, easing them down and wincing when the metal creaks under their weight. She gives Alex a moment to find her feet before she releases her, then points towards the smaller rooms nestled against the far wall, probably old offices or storage rooms.

“There are voices coming from over there,” she breathes into Alex’s ear, and now she’s said it, Alex can faintly hear them too.

“Can you see them?” Alex asks, her voice barely above a whisper, aware that any sound they make will echo endlessly in the vast space.

Kara shakes her head. “There’s too much metal in here, it’s making everything fuzzy. There’s at least five of them, though.”

“Okay. I’ll find Lena. You take care of the bad guys,” Alex murmurs, and Kara frowns at her for a moment but then nods.

“Be careful,” she cautions. “This building is old and not very stable. If I start bursting through walls to get to you, it’s gonna collapse.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Stay safe.”

“You too,” Kara echoes, sweeping Alex into a quick, tight hug before she takes off, rapidly disappearing into the gloom.

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[sirfrogsworth]

I've been getting two kinds of responses from my recent trips out of the house to the movies.

People who are proud of me for accomplishing something even though it is difficult and uses up a lot of spoons.

And that feels nice. The encouragement really helps.

And there are people who think it is some kind of sign that I am making progress with my physical and/or mental health.

This can be frustrating. I clearly say I'm going to the movies because the house is quiet and the loneliness gets so unbearable I have to leave for a bit.

They see a coping mechanism as improvement.

It would be like if someone were having a panic attack and they thought breathing exercises were a sign they've nearly kicked that pesky anxiety condition.

"A few more deep breaths and you can throw away that Xanax, amirite?"

Going to the movies makes my physical health worse. I've been struggling all week to recover.

And these excursions into the world don't help my grief or loneliness or depression. They just let me escape those things for a couple of hours. The house is just as quiet when I return home.

There is a person on Facebook who has never understood my illness. They constantly suggested exercising and getting out of the house and basically using willpower to heal myself. And she didn't outright say it, but the tone of her comment was one of self-validation. Like I finally took her advice. And then she said, "Keep it up!"

Meanwhile I feel like I am punching myself to distract from being sad and lonely.

I wish I could just watch movies at home. Feeling crappy for days just because I need to escape is not an ideal solution for me. It's just what I need to do right now.

I know these folks mean well. But sometimes when someone thinks I've made progress when I really haven't... it sort of makes me feel like a fraud. And I feel like it sets up these expectations. Like if I reveal I'm not actually doing better I am letting them down even though I never intended to make it seem like I was doing better.

I don't know if any of this is making any sense.

I really need to get some sleep.

[heartnagi]

LOVE AT FIRST... ORDER?

ᥫ᭡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ ꒰ thoma x fem!reader ꒱ ♡ sfw, however the reader is written as someone in college so this is at most 17+. 0.7k words. barista!thoma, headcanon format-ish, lots of fluff, this might just be a little cliche. i will make a part 2. i wrote this in one go in the tumblr drafts sigma moment. this will be edited soon! please only follow me if you are an adult thanks! reblogs & comments are appreciated! ꒰ゝ˕ σ̴̶̷̤ˋ꒱

thinking about part-time barista thoma who’s got his eyes set on a certain regular customer that comes by every lunchtime to study. is absolutely smitten by your smile and will make sure that he takes and makes your orders each time (begged the manager for it).

barista thoma, who memorizes your drink from the third time you’ve ordered, so each time he sees you walk inside the cafe, he brews it up and hands it over when you come up to the cashier. thinks he’s not obvious at all—no, ‘of course not.’ but you thought it was just an extra made drink that happened to be the same as your order.

barista thoma who adds a little bit more whipped cream to your order. and a little smiley face written with a marker on the cup—that soon turned into little hearts, then little notes that says hoped you ‘have a great day’ or ‘goodluck with your studies.'

barista thoma cleaning the tables around you and trying his best to start a conversation with you when he gets closer. thought you were ignoring his advances but he just didn’t realize you were wearing earphones while studying your material.

barista thoma with his heart pounding when you were the only one in the cafe. thinks his heart is about the burst when you’ve called him over to sit with you. finally having his first conversation with you that wasn’t taking your order.

barista thoma who’s fallen so hard for you because your little conversations the following days have gotten him to get to know you a little better. barista thoma getting an ego boost whenever you giggle at his crappy jokes.

barista thoma who’s been pining for you for so long, you’ve become a crucial part of his day. when you’re not able to visit the cafe he’s certainly worried. it was one day, and then a few days, and then a week. he was hoping that you hadn’t found a better cafe. or perhaps, was he being stupid for liking you without knowing if you were single or not.

barista thoma who was sad and gloomy as he missed you. noticing that the cafe was suddenly so bland and dark without you.

and after a few more days without your appearance, the humble barista just thinks that maybe you wouldn't be coming to the cafe ever again. though his manager tells him he's so in love to the point that he's overthinking—to the point that he's breaking his heart over nothing.

barista thoma finally accepting the fact that you wouldn't be coming anymore. and yet, the bells chime as the glass door opens—he’s finally been gifted the sight of an angel.

you come in with the same book bag and a smile on your face. as much as he wanted to say he missed you, he almost forgot that you're just a customer, "hiya cutie! the usual as always?" though a little flirting shouldn't be so bad.

you chuckle, "hi, i'd love to but i'm not here to drink. i'm here to give you something." you give him the little folded note. "my exams are over tomorrow. let me know when your shift ends."

barista thoma who was so confused, "my shift ends by-" you cut him off as you lean on the counter, "read the note first, okay?"

barista thoma who still doesn't know what you mean, getting flustered from how near you were to him. his mouth opens to ask a question, till he freezes up entirely. eyes widened as he feels your lips on his cheek. bashfully, you pull away to wave at him, before walking outside the cafe and back to your campus.

barista thoma in a daze. watching your through the windows of the cafe as you walked away with a smile on your face. his cheeks warming up as he quickly unfolds the note that says,

'to the cute barista, let's go on a date when my exams are over. here's my number, text me!'

he chuckles at the little smiley faces at the corners of the paper, and yet, it finally hits him. trying to keep calm before screaming, internally cheering as he shuts his eyes closed, thinking it was all like a dream. however, his pink-tinted cheeks (and from the scene that just unfolded) had customers already looking at him. don't worry, he'll still text you, just give him a little more time to process it.

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[sheisbeautyweareworldass]

Hi. I'm sending this to you because I feel like you being also a Latam Louie you would understand what I'm going through at the moment and also because I feel like some of the non-Latam Louies would probably shoot first and then ask questions later because they won't understand and would try to defend Louis at all cost. I know this is probably not Louis' or even Joshua's fault, this is probably LTHQ just being LTHQ, like I'm not really blaming Louis and Joshua but I really believe Latam deserved better. Like, Louis spend his days in Latam saying how much he loves us and everyone else did and continues to do the same but the only thing they gave us were two very short (and kind of crappy, sorry) IGTVs and no YouTube video, like it's been days and still no YouTube video, like sure is definitely gonna be shorter than the others but I'll still like to see it. I'm not blaming Josh because the guy was probably just trying something new and that's why the format for the Latam IGTVs is a bit different than the others and I don't blame Louis either because maybe he wanted everyone to truly enjoy their time in Latam and some footage might be missing because the camera wasn't recording but I'm going through it, you know. Like, I'm even starting to believe some of the xenophobic comments. I'm really having some dark thoughts and is probably just LTHQs fault but I'm going through it. I've been going through it since we got that IGTV, it kinda made me comfortable since day one. I don't know how to explain it but I hope you can understand and I hope no one comes for me, they're just my feelings and I'm allow to have those, aren't I? Like, I know Louis and his team probably don't know about the hate Latam got but their approach post-Latam is kinda making me believe the hate. I guess we Latam Louies are just mentally exhausted after everything that happened and this situation isn't helping it, you know? Sorry for the rant, I just needed to share this with someone.

oi, amor! i'm going to avoid my finals for a few minutes to answer you as you deserve because i can assure you that you're not alone in how you're feeling (fun fact: i had a similar rant about this with a friend of mine and i was also not feeling comfortable with sharing publicly because i was afraid of any potential backlash, but as it is..... i believe you, me and any other latam louies are entitled to feel like this).

you're being waaaay more lenient than me, i can't let louis out of the hook on this one. joshua is his employee, people behind lthq are his employees. they respond to him - louis can and should be able to tell them to do their job. i can't bring myself to believe in the whole "trying a new format" thing either, sorry. in the way it looks to me, it just seemed like they weren't in the mood to post an igtv for every 3-5 shows (like they did for the other legs) and decided to compile 6 countries and 12 shows in 6 minutes. in other words, it felt lazy. not to mention disrespectful and unprofessional as well - they were late for weeks (!).

as for the xenophobic comments, i ask you to please don't listen to them. people who said that only used louis as a gateway to express their hate and bigotry. i think the igtv reflects a lot of the issues with louis (for example, sometimes it seems like we're more worried about his career than he is, since the lack of consistency annoys us but it seems to not be a problem to him), but not even once did i think it meant that he hates us. i know those dark thoughts are hard to get rid of (especially when, as a latina, you're used to people making you feel bad for even existing), but don't give that igtv (or the lack of) more power than it has. we can always focus on what he said on stage more than his social media activity when searching for validation and comfort.

with that being said, latin america and asia deserved better. i don't know if the laziness is because they're getting tired of being on tour, if it's sheer unprofessionalism or something else, but fans are allowed to complain and we're not obliged to blindly support and love everything louis does - especially not when we think it's wrong. you shouldn't feel bad about having those feelings and, as i said before, you're not alone on that.

[bri-does-art]

I’ve been wanting to leave a comment on ao3 for Call of the Abyss for awhile now but I am a huuuuuge coward. So I’ll just say it here instead with the safety of anon :P

But this fic is genuinely amazing. I’ve never really liked reading but your story has me hooked. Things don’t feel rushed at all, everything is properly fleshed out and never dragged on. It’s a wonderful combination of comedy and dread as well! I enjoy the writing style and how detailed it is. I adore the banter MC has with Helpy. I love the funny little moments they have with sun as well. And I really appreciate how you give little tibits of info on crewmates even though we probably will never will get to see some of them. Hearing that Jeremy played American Pie (one of my favorite songs) and cherished their guitar just made him seem all the more real. I’m not sure if what I’m saying is making sense. Moving on now, you had me on the edge of my seat when Sun and MC encountered the sickly bunny looking fish dude. I’m guessing they’re supposed to be the glitchtrap of this au? Apologies if I’m wrong. Ether way I was spooked but couldn’t stop reading, I just had to know if the thing would attack them (thank god it didn’t though lol). And noice moons finally made an appearance >:D Though I am pretty curious to know if the whole ship crashing thing now was just part of some big scheme. Usually most fnaf fics will just sum it up to Fazbears just being a crappy company but you went all out with giving the ship crash more depth. Honestly I can’t wait to see more, you’re the reason why I refresh my email on the daily lmao. Keep up the good work

Oh, lovely nonny, I don't understand why you're so scared! Am I that intimidating? :'DD

But, I appreciate you reaching out in a way that fits your comfort level, or else I would have never gotten your wonderful comment! <3 Gosh, I don't even know where to begin, all of it had me staring at my screen with a big ol' smile and/or wiggling happily.

Don't worry, you've made perfect sense! No matter how minor a character is, I like giving them little things that help make them feel a little more alive you know? (Or, well, that they were once alive in the case of most characters in CotA, haha...) Not just a two dimensional caricature, but someone who you could run into in the street, you feel?

Hey, don't apologize, it's fine! I did leave it a little ambiguous and vague (as I do a lot of things in this fic), so don't feel bad for guessing wrong sometimes, it's part of the fun of writing/reading a mystery ;) I love reading all the guesses and speculations my readers make based on the trail of crumbs I'm peppering in the text, it's honestly one of the best parts of writing this fic. The sickly bunny fish person is actually meant to be a Withered Bonnie! But, to be fair to you, there are so many bunnies in FNAF, lmao. Only outnumbered by all the bears 😂 I used to get them all mixed up. I suppose with the description I used, it could easily work as well as a messed up version of Burntrap! But, in the plans I made, it is officially Withered Bonnie!

Oh, we are only beginning to scratch the surface when it comes to the crash... All I can say is, hold on to your hat, nonny. :))

"you’re the reason why I refresh my email on the daily" Oh. Oh no. Listen, I am flattered, truly! But please don't do this to yourself x'D I'm an adult with a full time job, a very slow writer, and I write massive 10k chapters on average, there is always going to be several weeks in between each updates! You're only setting yourself up for repeated disappointment!

Again, thank you so much for your amazing commentary, it made me smile all day while at work, and I think it'll keep making me smile as I work on the next chapter with renewed motivation :D Please, don't be afraid to leave a comment on AO3, you can only make an author's day better~ If not, then my inbox is always open to you, lovely nonny!