#incredible story

[justskyla-art]

really rough chainsaw devil sketch i made in ms paint last night

[balkanradfem]

Your story about that man attempting to groom you was so sad, and I know it doesn't work like this, but you really shouldn't blame yourself. Predators are predators because they're good at hunting.

As a slightly cheering story, I wanted to share my exact opposite experience as a young woman that a man attempted to groom. It's extremely long, so start at your own risk.

When I was eight, my family moved out to a remote farm. And on one hand, it was awesome, because I got to spend years wandering forests and fields so remote that I only saw other humans a few times each year.

On the other hand, I was (and still am, lol) an pretty autistic woman who was receiving zero social feedback during critical formulative learning years. And my mother, who was a lesbian who had married a man because it was expected of her, was really my only major human contact since my father was always at work.

So when I went to college at eighteen, I was very feral and had zero respect for men as a sex, thinking of them as mainly bumbling idiots that you only interacted with if you wanted babies.

Shortly after I started living in the dorms at college, an old man (60s) came up to me in the library and started talking to me. And he was actually pretty fascinating, mainly because he owned a fox and my immediate plan was to befriend him in order to pet his fox. So we exchanged numbers and he immediately he starts calling me every day and would drone on for hours about his life. And I could not care less, so I would let him blabber on in the background while I played video games and ignored him. He started calling so often, that I actually unplugged my phone and then plugged it back in a few days later only for him to call at 3 AM. And when I picked up the phone, he identified himself, and I told it was 3 AM and demanded to know why he was calling at such an hour. He said he just wanted to hear my voice, so I replied "Well you have." and then hung up.

Days later, he calls again and asks if I would like to go out for food and shopping. I respond with deadpan no, and tell him I have no money. He responds he'll pay for everything. And it never occurs to me that there will be expectations from him, because that was just never anything that had occurred in my life. The only adults I knew often bought me food and clothing for no discernable reason.

So we go out, and right away he gives me a ring with a gemstone in it. He blathers on and on about how expensive it was (like $90?) and tells me he knows it's too soon but that I deserve it. And I'm nodding along because this is all true and correct, I am amazing, I am incredible, and people should give me tribute for no reason. (Growing up feral, your ego will never be checked once, so you grow up with iron self esteem.)

We go out to eat, he only talks about himself some more, I eat a delicious chicken plate and then he drives me to some mall. He then tells me to get whatever I want.

And in his head, I imagine he thought that the social expectations would have been set up, that I would pick something cute and made for his gaze, because I'm spending his money and he already paid for my dinner.

But instead, I beeline to the thickest working man's jeans, grab six pairs, and then go straight to the dressing room before slamming the door into his following face. I then try on all six by myself, before coming out and announcing them all adequate and that I will take them all.

He's completely crestfallen and tries to stear me towards the underwear before holding up a thin gauzy thong and recommending them. And I look at him with such distain, like he is the world's stupidest fucking idiot that just fell off of the slow truck, before responding, "Stop being stupid, those will be uncomfortable." I then demand he buys me a six pack of durable cotton granny panties.

After he purchasing everything, we drive back to my dorm and I hop out with my bags. But for some reason, he gets out too. So I turn and face him and just stare at him, waiting for him to explain himself. And he kinda falters and stammers that he thought I was going to invite him up. I inquire why in a severe tone, starting to suspect that I have befriended the village idiot.

He responds that he thought the date was going well so he wanted to come up and see my dorm. And my look of distain, disbelief, and disgust is so severe, that he looks shocked before I even respond: "Why would you think this was a date? You are so old. Older than my father. And ugly. And fat. And I am so young. Why would you ever think this was a date?" And my outrage is so strong that I stride away towards the lobby door without waiting for an answer. He shouts "I want my fucking ring back." and I tell him no, you can't take a gift back, before walking through the door and locking it after me.

I never saw him again and I disconnected my phone, but he did send me an increasingly deranged series of emails where first he attempted to blackmail me into returning the ring by threatening to tell my college that I was defrauding innocent men and get me expelled, and then eventually started writing fan fiction erotica about me and exactly what I did when I had sex with them. But none of it bothered me because you can't taunt or hurt someone with something that isn't true, so I continued to ignore them and eventually he stopped.

So I hope that experience made him too wary to try grooming any other women in the great that he would encounter another autistic farm girl.

By the way, I never got to pet that fox, and that's the real tragedy of this story, that I listened to his annoying voice for so long and didn't even get to touch it.

Noo you didn't get to pet the fox!! Do you think the fox was real, did you see pictures? Maybe it was fake, because that is a perfect pull. If someone came up to me with the information that he has a fox, that would also work on me, I would want to pet that fox so badly.

Other than that, you are incredible, I wish we could all download your mindset and live like this. Amazing, unstoppable, unbothered, cannot be guilted, unafraid, will look a m*n in the face and tell him exactly whats up.

The funny thing is that I thought the same about my creep! I thought he was so old and ugly and boring and stupid and how could he in any realm of possibility even attempt to think he could date me? It was so inappropriate to even imagine that! I just couldn't say that, it would seem unforgivable for me to hurt his feelings by speaking my mind on the issue.

Anon I admire you so much, I can't believe you weren't bothered by all of the insane things he did (calling, trying to blackmail you, writing erotica about you) because I would be at the end of my nerves, changing my name and address, living in hiding for 20 years.

You did the completely right thing by ignoring him, wait if he knew where your dorm was, would he ever wait for you or try to physically assault you? That would be my first fear. You must be so strong to be this brave. I can't even imagine.

[revvethasmythh]

YELLING at the mental image of Sam, age 12, fully dressed as Gavroche, being taken to a hospital in Tampa for his injured knee and just telling them "I fell off the barricade"

[ineffablehubbys]

Stephan Moffat you bloody genius 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

[local-magpie]

just finished the dungeon meshi manga. they werent joking about it changing your brain chemistry

[ransiquack]

hey I'm the guy who (almost) tried to diy top surgery. here's the full story:

last year (conveniently around when I first became interested in reanimator) I was reaching a point of extreme desperation with my transition. for multiple reasons I cannot safely come out of the closet or pursue medical transition, and I had started looking for my own solutions as a means of keeping myself alive. for some reason, top surgery appeared to be the most feasible at the time (I was not in my right mind. obviously). and I'm not joking, I was fully planning on completing it. I now have extensive knowledge on local anesthesia and where you get that kind of thing, for example (which, btw, wouldn't have worked in diy for MULTIPLE reasons, something I didn't want to believe at the time). In that period I believed it was fully possible. definitely not safe, but possible. I'd started gathering supplies, and practicing the surgery on props after doing what studying I could online. there were definitely some aspects I was worried about even through my altered state (explaining to doctors at follow-up appointments that I had performed surgery on myself? removing drainage tubes? correct nipple preservation/placement? infections??) but I wasn't “snapped out of it” until the person I had asked to assist me during the procedure (REASONABLY, SANELY) said no, which finally had me question how stupid this was. it's pretty much guaranteed that I would have died, even with professional medical intervention post-surgery, IF I survived that to begin with. overall I'm VERY glad I didn't try it, although sometimes dysphoria makes it tempting.

so yeah, I almost herbert-wested myself. I feel like this says something about trans healthcare in america.

also I wasn't on drugs for any of this so you can kind of imagine where I was mentally to get there stone cold sober lmao

!!DO NOT PERFORM YOUR OWN SURGERIES. YOU WILL DIE!!

(I'm on anon so you can post this publicly if you want, see what the people think of my stupidity)

this is maybe the greatest story ive ever read for a lot of reasons, really glad you didn’t go through with it but the thought process, preparation and reasoning behind it all is so fascinating wowza chowza dude

it also totally says something very specific about U.S. healthcare bullcrappa

[thelasttime]

ok storytime (if one of my friends on here sees this she'll know who i am but that's ok lmao): so my best friend irl decided to break up with her boyfriend because he wasn't paying attention to her emotional needs and lowkey neglecting her for a really long time, and also had his own issues to work through that were hurting her. this was like, a really difficult breakup because she really loved him and they'd been together a while and all that, so this was like, the hardest decision ever for her to make. and ofc we all tried to support her through it as best as we could. so she broke up with him on the phone (he was travelling and would be for a while so there really was no choice) and he immediately started talking about how it was ok because he was going to break up with her anyway (probably not true). and then hung up. which really downplayed the gravity of the situation and her emotions but we'd come to expect that from him at this point as usual with breakups and heartbreak, she was kinda going through stages of feeling really good about her decision and then being absolutely wrecked, and again, we tried to help her as best as we could. so recently, she was having a really bad day because she'd seen him out and about for the first time since the breakup and he looked happy which really through her for a loop. so we all tried to tell her about the funniest/weirdest interactions we'd had with him (they were together for a while so he did hang out with us now and then and we lowkey did not like him towards the end) to cheer her up. so all of our stories were pretty good imo, but one girl really had the best one and i think it would make you laugh too. so she was walking around a few days ago and apparently she saw him on a park bench surrounded by empty cheeto bags AND COVERED IN CHEETO DUST. like his hair had cheeto dust in it, fingers were covered, clothes were covered. she described it as looking like he was doing a "hot cheeto ritual." and then she stopped to look for a while because of COURSE SHE DID and he deadass PULLED OUT ANOTHER BAG OF CHEETOS from his bag 💀 and now we all call him cheeto man. so that really turned a very bad day into a kinda funny day (also we still have zero context for this because he glared at her so she ran away)

cheeto man 😔

[pooksbedamned]

I worked with a surgeon that attempted his own vasectomy

He passed out before finishing the procedure

TIL anyone who's going to overwinter in Antarctica has to have had their appendix out. Because removing an appendix that's not causing any trouble just as a precaution is way better than having one that's about to burst when you're on the ass-end of the planet with no way to be rushed to a hospital if shit gets real.

[kissablelips-desireslure-vol2]

FIRSTS (2021)

Written and Directed By: Jesse Ung

Synopsis: On the eve of Chinese New Year, Steven, a closeted Chinese international student living in New Zealand oppressed by the expectations of his parents plans to lose his virginity to a stranger he meets online.

DAVID L. SHI (as Andrew)

&

KELVIN TA (as Cheung aka Steven)

[stargirl230]

you’re my hero!

bnha doomed yuri was not on my 2024 bingo card

(no reposts; reblogs appreciated)

[exilley]

I do sort of wish western anime fans would analyze anime and manga from a framework of japanese historical and cultural context. Specifically a lot of works from the 90s being influenced by the general aimlessness and ennui that a lot of people were experiencing due to the burst in the bubble economy and the national trauma caused by the sarin terrorist attack. I think in interacting with media that’s not local to our sociocultural/sociopolitical sphere it’s easy to forget that it’s influenced and shaped by the same kinds of factors that influence media within our own cultural dome and there ends up being this baseline misalignment of perception between the causative elements of a narrative and viewer interpretation of those elements. It’s a form of death of the author that i think, in some measure, hinders our ability to fully understand/come to terms with creator intent and the full scope of a work’s merits

[dogtreatsmart]

DogNews@DogTreatSmart

16 year old girl saves 140 pound Great Dane from drowning.

Read more: www.dogtreatsmart.com

[tawnysoup]

Learning to accept support

[luckyyharms]

if anyone complains about no agathario I'm going to punch them in the face LOOK AT LILIA LOOK AT HER. SHE'S FINALLY FOUND PEACE WITH HERSELF ANDBHER POWERS. SHE HAS A COVEN. LOOK AT HER

(further rant in tags)

[memendoemori]

If I paid $6,000 human dollars to stay in a Star Wars themed hotel with no windows and you stuck my ass behind a pole I wouldn't stop at a four hour takedown of your hotel. I'd start biting hands

[mimimar]

don't leave, my universe

(art prints)