#omegle needs to get rid of it

[nyc-uws]

15 Mind-Blowing ‘Shower Thoughts’ Posts the Internet Has to Offer

Within the strange world of Reddit, these little things called shower thoughts are rocking the worlds of countless people online.

By Jade Hookham, UC San Diego

15 Mind-Blowing ‘Shower Thoughts’

Posts the Internet Has to Offer

Within the strange world of Reddit, these little things called shower thoughts are rocking the worlds of countless people online.

By Jade Hookham, UC San Diego

The Internet is weird. Though this statement may sound obvious to anyone under 40 who goes beyond the soccer-mom-infested realm that is Facebook, the phrase “the Internet is weird” doesn’t truly resonate unless you see concrete proof. Whether that means delving deep into an online forum or chatting with random strangers on Omegle <https://www.omegle.com/>, you can find bizarre things anywhere if you look hard enough.

For example, an online haven of random and strange posts has thrived within the sub-Reddit titled /r/Showerthoughts a community where you are meant to “share anything that goes on in your head whilst in the shower.” The theory is that people’s minds tend to wander during tedious tasks like showering, so their most interesting thoughts often occur during this time.

And what better to do with these bursts of inspiration than to share them with the Internet? Though this premise may sound simple enough, the idea of revealing “shower thoughts” online has spiraled into something far beyond what anyone intended.

From funny to gross to dark, shower thoughts are meant to represent unfiltered observations of people’s seemingly mundane life experiences. Posts can literally be about anything and everything, so long as you’re not saying something overtly offensive.

However, the most famous shower thoughts posts are often ones that trigger some kind of revelation for readers, causing a “mind-blowing” effect. And as this quick and easy method of spreading modern philosophical conjectures took hold, shower thoughts became more well known online.

The /r/Showerthoughts thread’s 14 million subscribers prove the popularity of these posts, and the trend has spread beyond any single website;

Facebook <https://www.facebook.com/ShowerThoughtss/>,

Instagram <https://www.instagram.com/showerthoughtsdaily/>,

Twitter <https://twitter.com/TheWeirdWorld?ref_src=twsrc%5Egoogle%7Ctwcamp%5Eserp%7Ctwgr%5Eauthor>

Tumblr <http://showerthoughtsofficial.tumblr.com/>

So if you’re wondering what all the hype is about, have no fear. Here are 15 shower thoughts, taken from Reddit and Tumblr, just to get your feet wet.

1. Whatever happens inside our bodies happens in pitch-black darkness.

So does that mean when babies are born, they literally see the light? Living for nine months in a dark, wet incubator must be rough.

2. Imagine how amazing a rave in an Ikea would be, like a giant house party in all the fake rooms.

Throw in some Swedish meatballs, and you’ve got yourself a party to end all parties.

3. When you “bite down” on something you’re actually “biting up” because you can’t move your top jaw.

Imagining the action of “biting down” will never be the same.

4. A pet rock is a great pet, until you realized its essentially immortal, and you have damned it to an eternity of watching loved ones die.

Who need immortal vampire stories when you can have one about an immortal rock?

5. If James Bond is the most famous spy, doesn’t that make him the

worst spy?

Sooner or later, the major spy agencies of the world will probably have to get rid of James Bond for revealing trade secrets.

6. There is an uninterrupted tube going from your mouth to your anus. Since your body doesn’t completely close it off. Really humans are just like giant donuts with arms and legs. Food never really goes in you it just touches the walls of your inner-donut until you absorb the nutrients.

So if a person eats a donut, then there’s a donut inside your inner donut, according to this logic.

7. Crabs probably think that fish can fly.

What about flying fish then? Do they just ascend to heaven?

8. It’s said that 1 year equals 7 dog years. Computers age at about the same rate. A 10 year old computer functions about as well as a 70 year old human.

If this is true, no wonder those ancient computers are called “dinosaurs.”

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9. Your nose smells the outside of your body when you inhale, but it doesn’t smell the inside of your body when you exhale.

Obvious scientific implausibility aside, it would be horrifying to smell the inside of your body. Who knows what’s been lurking in there?

10. Flat Earth society was (probably) a social experiment to prove how many idiot followers could be gathered by giving a totally insane idea enough momentum on the internet…and it’s working.

If this theory is correct, then B.o.B must be an undercover agent looking to convert as many Flat Earthers as possible.

11. A group of squid should be called a squad.

Imagine a group of squid doing a squad pose. That is all.

12. Old people tell young men/women they’re a “catch” despite not getting a lot of attention because they see beauty that young people don’t value yet.

After all those dark and stupid posts, a pure one like this seems the most appropriate.

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13. Santa Claus is important because it teaches you that the people in charge are capable of lying to you to manipulate your behavior.

The greatest betrayal of Santa is that parents can eat cookies and say that Santa did it instead. Keeping in mind how many years of their lives kids believe in Santa, that’s a lot of cookies swindled from the mouths

of babes.

14. “Firefly” is the opposite of “Waterfall.”

It’s literally not, but this is clever wordplay nonetheless.

15. Everyone has three voices: the one in your head, the one you hear when you talk and the one everyone else hears.

Who else has difficulty expressing how the voice in their head sounds?

Thinking this much can’t be good for you.

Whether you’re looking to experience a mind-blowing revelation or just get a few good chuckles, shower thoughts accounts are definitely worth perusing a bit. Though they may not change your life in a drastic way, the experience will certainly be a memorable one.

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[dzpenumbra]

1/26/23

Today kinda felt like a counterpoint to yesterday. It started off with yoga that was surprisingly difficult. I guess the poses I did today must be on par with the other ones for other people, but these really took some work for me today. A lot of work around where the lower back meets the hips, which is a big problem area for me. Very good getting through it and I always feel like it ends too early... Still have no idea what I'm going to do when this 30 day thing is over, it's like day 24 already. I guess... go to a real in-person class. It's about time to order some comfy pants, I don't think they're going to take kindly to me showing up in boxers like I do at home...

I worked on stream stuff for most of the day. I poked around in the Twitch settings to explore options with the whole channel points thing. I really need people to feel at home there, and the one thing that has been most gratifying and successful in pretty much every stream I've been in... unfortunately... is Channel Point "Predictions". Why unfortunately? It's literally gambling. It's like... literally the act of gambling without using real money. It's just using your time to generate a currency... I mean... "time is money" so... wait, no don't think about this too much... XD It feels really uncomfortable for me because half of my former audience (who will likely return) were still in high school. And I really don't like the idea of like... training these kids to gamble. Getting them enticed and rewarded by the act of gambling. Showing them how fun it can be, and oh geez, imagine how much more of a RUSH you would get if you won real money instead of these valueless points? How cool would that be?

It's... a moral issue, to be frank. The same goes for like... the fact that a lot of the viewerbase for Twitch is younger. But honestly, it's not like YouTube is gonna average older... So it makes me really feel like I should watch my language, or put an 18+ disclaimer... or get rid of people when I find out they're underage... Like... It's just an element that I really don't feel like should be my job. Like... it should 100% be Twitch's job to make sure that the people that they are giving accounts to on their website are of appropriate age to be interacting with my stream. Imagine if I had like 3 or 4 digit viewer counts, I can't be held responsible for checking IDs. I guess what's popping into my head now was the last stream I did where I did modded Minecraft and I was going to build an abbey with a mechanized quarry nearby to source stone. And it was another bullshit silent night where this high school kid was just talking about the mods he wants to play and really didn't give too much of a shit what I was up to in the game. And then silence after he dipped out. Then... a person jumped in and started chatting and told me they were 12. That's 1/3 of my age. And I just... I'm like 90% sure I banned them. Like... let's be honest... they're not going to subscribe. They're going to go into this stream with like a 3 viewer count, treat it like fucking Omegle, and then dip out. A lot of people do that with lower-viewcount streams. They treat it like it's a private chatroom or something, like a low-member discord group or something. And, to be completely honest, I do not really feel like hanging out one-on-one with a 12 year old. Especially if I'm not being paid for that. Like... if I'm giving an art or music lesson and I'm being compensated for my time, sure. But I'm not streaming just "for fun". This is like... I put a lot of fucking work into what I do. I really try to treat it professionally. I don't just buy a webcam and some trendy gear - the Twitch Starter Kit - turn the camera on, fire up Warzone and broadcast the side of my head to chat for 5 hours for no reason. I narrate, I explain what I'm doing, what I'm thinking, why things are happening, I explain concepts, I explore reasons behind things. I'm a presenter, a storyteller, a host. So yeah, if they want to just talk to a random streamer because they are bored, they can hit random again. If they want to --- god, my mood really took a turn there, didn't it?

I haven't been thinking like this... at all today. Like... at all. I sank an entire day into throwing together an intro video which is pretty cool and funny. Then redesigning my brb screen, which is really sick now, it has that blooming mandala animation I did last winter superimposed over a super zoomed in high res picture of the cells in a leaf as a background texture, saturated with light pink. And I found a nice sleek new font I like for my lettering. Then I learned how to add my chat into a Source in OBS so I can make a sorta Splash/Idle screen where I can just chill and chat and have chat on the screen, for Just Chatting type stuff. I had to learn CSS for that one, that was... tough when I'm not 100% engaged with it. And I put one of these endless nature loops in the background. And it inspired me to do some hand-drawn animation stuff as the background, like infinite loop animations in either Krita or Blender, or a combo of both. Maybe I should just do that on stream, honestly.

Like... I've been positive about that all day. All the prep, all the creative excitement and inspiration. And then I think about the reality of streaming. Night after night of playing Overwatch, high as shit with zero viewers. Where I didn't even have friends or viewers to tell me that Xbox doesn't let you broadcast voice chat of other people in your party, so I'm just broadcasting myself and no responses from my team. For like... weeks. I would be embarrassed about that if I weren't so angry that like... it costs like absolutely nothing for someone to troubleshoot that with me. Nothing. Like an hour of literally anyone's time. Like I just need a friend to drop by one stream and they'll immediately go "who are you talking to", then we go figure out why we can't hear my team and voila, figured out. But... well I guess that leads me to the other landmark in my day. My therapy session.

I hit the reverse lottery with friends. And with family. Like... my therapist, this dude is a saint, I mean it. Such a nice dude, and very good at his job. So I really do trust that he is being bluntly honest with me, because he like... specifically asks my permission to be that direct with me. Which is a habit I would like to adopt, honestly. But he was very clear that like... my family is not healthy, and likely never really has been, and it has really fucked up my perception of humanity. And I immediately agreed and elaborated, saying that I still can't figure out if it was coincidence, if I am attracted towards these kinds of people because of familiarity, or if they are attracted to me in some predatory way... but I just rolled nat 1's on most of my friends. And romantic partners. Like honestly, I think the best girlfriend I had was my first girlfriend, and I dumped her because she wasn't moving fast enough or something? Or she was just not into the same kind of shit as me or something? I was like 14, I don't remember, it was some stupid facepalm dumb kid thing. But she was very sweet and romantic, and I was getting into hardcore and metal and skateboarding and Jackass/CKY and shit. It was just... probably for the best for her sake. I doubt she would've followed me down that path. But for real, I just... in hindsight? I've had some pretty horrific friends. Very self-centered. Very few actually wanted to hear any of my insight or have me involved in their life at all, now that I look at it. Like I was a supporting character, a guest star that would come on their show and crack jokes and entertain them, and ogle over their music taste and listen completely when they told stories, who would just gush with compassion and reassurance.

For so long, I have prided myself on my ability to see the best in people. I still do believe it's one of my better traits. I could legit find a way to be compassionate towards a Great White Shark while it's tugging me under the waves. I would be terrified and deeply sad and likely in shock too, but I'd find a way to express compassion. It's like... automatic now. "They've gotta eat too, man. This is just what sharks do." My fascination with study, learning... it's expanded my world view to the point where a lot of Buddhist teachings I used to roll my eyes at as being "melodramatic" or "too dark for me" are actually very core to my beliefs. I'd honestly say, with my limited understanding of Buddhism, that it's probably closest to the beliefs that I've naturally formed. This idea that all of our shitty traits come from our suffering. Which, in turn, is caused by the suffering of others, and so on and so on. And that viewpoint is just like... default... for the most part. I never see someone as like... being a dick for no reason anymore. The dude who honks at me in traffic likely had a bad day at work, or has a bad relationship, or has a ton of repressed stress that's coming out, or was raised in a family where that's just... what you do when things don't go your way... There's always a reason. And that's a point me and my therapist diverge on, causality. I truly believe that everything since the Big Bang is cause and effect; that random - true random - is a myth. I don't know how I feel about fate or destiny, I'm a huge proponent of free will. But I do not believe that the Dalai Lama just wakes up one day and snaps at his... monk-mates? XD I don't know who the Dalai Lama chills with. But I really don't think he just randomly does that, just... because something misfired or something? I mean, even a misfire is a reason!! ANYWAY...

Through the crucible of... I'm struggling to find a kind way to phrase this... going through a LOT of shit. And being raised in an environment that is not "normal" aka not healthy. I have managed to evolve compassion and kindness towards those that are actively hurting me. Maybe as a survival mechanism, like how we use humor to cope with difficult, painful things. Maybe as a way to avoid worse damage? To mitigate damage? We touched on that briefly and I might as well mention it. I think the reason I have 5-6 hour fights regularly... is because I don't leave. I don't walk away. When literally every other living person on Earth would have walked away. I've had this realization a lot. It's weird because my staying is viewed as aggressive, but... historically... I have believed storming out or running away or yelling is the aggressive route. Like, obviously yelling is. Leaving a conflict feels like a mic drop. Like "hey, we're not talking about this anymore, peace." The same with running, in different ways, it's like "we're not talking about this anymore". It's like... controlling, to me. And I really don't like doing it. I feel like it makes me the bad guy, the one cutting off lines of communication, the one hanging up on someone. Like if I trip someone's bullshit and they start flipping out on me... I didn't do anything wrong. I'm not guilty of that, I'm still innocent. And I'm getting to the point where I can clearly believe that in the moment. "I did not do anything wrong, I just triggered someone's poorly wired defense system." But me deliberately hanging up on them? Walking away and ghosting them if they call back? That feels like deliberately being anti-social.

I'm still trying to sort through this and make sense of it practically. I may be going a bit too saintly. And I feel like I need to practice just... communicating that I need to leave for my mental health, and then committing to walking away. And finding compassionate, kind ways to do that. That feels like a good goal. That way I can be kind towards myself by keeping myself safe from people... let's not mince words here... abusing me, but at the same time, I can still fulfill that ethical imperative to be compassionate towards them. "Forgive them, for they know not what they are doing." Right?

So I guess that's the theme here this evening. Conflict resolution. Not just sitting there and taking it. I need to be assertive with people in my chat, even if they're the only ones there. I need to be okay banning people who are being shitheads. I have to be okay kicking out people who are acting like children. That's how you cultivate a healthy community. Not by changing people. But by setting a standard, a boundary, and enforcing it. "In this room, we're here to learn." "In this room, we let the streamer play the game." "This is a radio show, not Omegle." And with friends? And family? And romantic partners? "These are my boundaries that you may not cross. If you cross them, I will have to go." It's hard for me to even type that, even when it's not directed towards anyone in particular.

Wasn't expecting tonight to be so intense. Cat is drugged up, wobbly on her feet. I'm gonna get her carried up to bed, she has her appointment in the afternoon. I'm actually considering just sleeping in the beanbag chair so I don't have to worry about her eating shit down the stairs at some point in the night and maybe I can sleep better not worrying. It's a hard call. I'll figure it out. Fingers crossed her blood levels look a bit better.

[ashleyevelen]

Daily Thoughts #1

Today it feels like I'm almost back to normal, I feel at peace. It hasn't been long since I started coming on Reddit, Twitter and Tumblr in hopes of finding a better environment with which to communicate with other people and myself online, and it already feels like this is going well.

I was afraid I'd just be blogging alone on here, but for a new account, a lot of people have been liking and following me...and a few have even made contact, so I feel less alone. Before I came on here, I frequented fewer accepting parts of the internet, primarily 4chan at first and then Omegle...as I've written about before I have a bit of a dark past, and it feels like I had to purify myself in order to become a good enough person to dare commit the greatest crime a former conservative can commit; make a Tumblr account and rub shoulders with people with different gender identities.

In any case, I feel, I can't describe it...it's like a subtle burning pleasure of relief coursing ever so slightly through my skin, I sometimes get a similar feeling when I have a cold, it's a particular kind of good feeling I can't quite put my finger on.

Anyway, today I look forward to watching some more wholesome cartoons and doing a lot of smiling, I'm feeling good today even if my insecurities aren't as completely gone as I'd like them to be.

P.S

Oh, when I was originally writing this, I was going to elaborate on my insecurities...some of them revolve around some of my sexuality, specifically that I feel that I feel toxic masculinity I was taught still informs a lot of my behavior, including a type of hypersexual behavior which I'm still trying to get over, not that I think being sexual is a bad thing, I'm sex positive, I just think there's some stuff I haven't completely gotten rid of which I'd like to.

Also, if anyone does want to talk, whether it's to make friends, just talk, or you need someone to listen to you, my blog is a safe space and I enjoy chatting and it makes me feel good in what's often an otherwise lonely type of world, so please feel free to DM me or send me asks on here.

So much for this post being much shorter, I'll probably write about toxic masculinity and my experience with it next, but I'll try to hold off until this evening or tomorrow.

[survey--s]

112.

Do you get along with your significant other’s family? We get along just fine but I wouldn’t say we were close - but saying that, Mike isn’t close to them either so that probably explains that, lol.

How would you feel if a girl asked your boyfriend out for a drink? I mean, it depends on the circumstances, but I’ve gone for drinks with my male friends so it wouldn’t necessarily bother me.

How long did it take you to get over your last ex? Pretty quickly. We were pretty much over for a long while before we formally called it quits.

Do you pick at scabs? Yeah, and spots. It’s a bad habit but it’s like a compulsion, lol.

Favorite kind of bean? Baked beans or kidney beans.

If you had to move to another country, where would you move? Canada.

Do you eat enough vegetables? Probably not.

Can you walk well in high heels? i can walk in them fine, but they give me a really bad back.

Do you like using cinnamon on or in any of your food? I love cinnamon on things like pancakes, porridge and toast.

What food does honey go best with? Greek yoghurt and bananas.

Would you ever like to own a chandelier? No, they’d be a real pain in the arse to keep clean, lol.

Do you have any religious symbols in your home? No. Nobody in this house is religious.

Do you like Taylor Swift? No. I did like her a lot as a teenager but I feel as though I’ve grown out of her music in the last five years or so.

Do you have any live versions of songs in your music software? Yeah, a few live stage albums.

Did/do you listen to Britney Spears songs? I used to, but I haven’t listened to anything of hers for ages now.

Do you normally shut your bedroom door before you go to sleep? No, we leave the door open.

Do you still make Christmas lists? I mean, my parents ask me what I want/need and I give them a few things to choose from so yeah, I guess so.

What was the last thing you wrote in a Word document? A couple of orders for work.

Do you know anybody who is gay and married? No, but my ex-flatmate is gay and he just got engaged at Christmas :)

Who is your favorite character on Friends? Chandler, Gunther, Jack Geller, Mr Heckles.

Do you find it difficult to get rid of material possessions? No.

Are you independent or dependent? I’m more independent, i think.

How many animals do you have? One dog and three cats.

Do you like rabbits? They’re cute but I wouldn’t want to have one as a pet or anything.

Do you like mushrooms? I love mushrooms, which is weird to me as I HATED them as a kid, lol.

What was the last movie you cried at? I don’t remember

Would you rather work for a small or large company? Large, for sure. But I work for myself now which is definitely better than either of those options, hahah.

Would you rather be a famous actor or musician? Actor.

What is the rudest thing a guy has ever done to you? Punched me in the face.

Are you a fast or slow walker? I’m a fast walker.

Do you own a bobble-head toy? Nope. I really don’t get why they’re so popular.

When was the last time you went fishing? About four years ago. I thought it was mind-numbingly boring lol.

Have you ever read the book Thirteen Reasons Why? No. I watched some of the TV show, though.

When was the last time you were really angry? I can’t really remember.

Have you ever worn a tie before? Yeah, I had to wear a tie for school between the ages of 2-16 years old.

Are you good at art? I always got good grades in art but I never thought I was that good.

How many times have you read your favorite book? About five or six, at least.

Is there a war that you find interesting? I used to find World War One fairly interesting to study.

Do you like Trix cereal? I’ve never had it.

Have you ever been on Omegle? No, but I remember when it was all the rage!

Are you still in love with one of your exes? Nope.

What’s one word you hate to be called? I mean, anything derogatory or rude.

Do you live with your parents? No.

Can you do a backflip, or anything else of that sort? Hahaha, no.

Do you have any exes you can’t stand anymore? I don’t really feel anything towards my ex’s.

How old do you think you’ll be when you move out on your own? I moved out for good when I was 27, but I was back and forth from the age of 18 with university and living with an ex.

Do you know anybody that has severe allergies? No, thankfully not.

When was the last time you did clay work/pottery? Probably in about year nine at school.

Have you ever pricked your finger on holly or another "sharp" plant? Sure.

[yoongailrecs]

Min Yoongi Fic Recs Masterlist

Note: If some links aren’t working, please feel free to send me a message! I’ll be adding more fics every weekend. Thanks and enjoy!

@bangtan-dreamland​

One Shots

Rain - angst, a little fluff

“Yoongi spends too much time at the studio, leaving you to wake alone in your house all too often. But it’s okay. After all, it’s all too easy to notice the hints lying around- and the ring sitting hidden in the drawer the biggest clue of all.”

@chillingtae​

One Shots

Baby Maker - fluff, smut

“Your husband is mildly surprised at your request when he arrives home from work, but it doesn’t take you long to convince him that a baby is just what you both need.”

@cinnaminsvga​

One Shots

A Boy Like You - fluff

“for whenever you are feeling low, always remember that there is a boy you know who would lift the sky for you.

{or alternatively: Min Yoongi loves you, though he never says it. He’s always been a firm believer in that actions speak louder than any words ever could.}”

Churro Chumps - fluff, humor/crack

“Hey Y/N. If I’m 130 pounds and I eat 1.3 pounds of churros, does that make me 1% churro?” -Min Yoongi, 2017

{or alternatively: two idiots with their two functioning brain cells try to make a Christmas miracle}”

Neighborly Etiquette - fluff, slight angst

“Based on this prompt [x]. You and your boyfriend live across from Yoongi’s apartment, much to his chagrin. Your laughter and dancing and bed creaking were seriously annoying him, until it stops. Then, Yoongi finds himself knocking on your door. And no, he’s definitely not there to comfort you. No way.”

@dinoyoongi​

One Shots

Home for Christmas - fluff, angst

“Accompanying Yoongi to Big Hit’s fancy holiday party, you take advantage of the open bar and spiked cider to help rid you of your homesickness. Who would have thought that your tolerance for bourbon was so low?”

@dovechim​​

One Shots

Tsundere - angst, smut

“according to the rumours, min yoongi is a bad apple- doesn’t take grades seriously, drinks as if he has two livers, a certified bad boy™. when you get paired up with him for a project, you’d never expect that someone like him would have a thing or two to teach you about life itself- and how it should be lived.”

Series

The Singularity Theory 01 | 02 | 03 - angst, fluff, smut

“in your last year of undergrad, you find out what a gloryhole is at the expense of your final year thesis. it’s a classic example of a psychology experiment that went way, way wrong.

but how were you to know that a certain min yoongi would be sticking his dick into your life?”

@floralseokjin​

One Shots

;first and last and always - angst, fluff

“You and Yoongi broke up two months ago. It was mutual, you’re positive, but there’s one teeny tiny issue… You never told your parents, and now they’ve invited you back home for Christmas. Both of you. You can’t say no, but you also can’t bear to go alone, so you do the only thing you can think of, plead with Yoongi to come with you and pretend like everything’s okay…”

drabbles

Hold Me Tight - angst

“the end of a relationship comes slowly but suddenly”

@gossamie​

One Shots

the things i said when i loved you. - fluff, angst, and a li’l humor

“listen to the past two years of your relationship with yoongi, as told in a series of voicemails.”

twelve minutes in tokyo. - angst, slight fluff

“Yoongi wakes up only to relive the same twelve minutes that ended in tragedy over again. He is quick to realize that this is the universe’s cruel way— or divine intervention— of deciding the fate of his relationship.”

@ggukieslovin​

Drabble Requests

01 - fluff

“Hii! I'll fill your box 😂😂 So... making out with Yoongi and you're doing crazy with his marvelous tongue and he can't keep his hands off your bubble bum. Have fun ❤.”

@hiimbo​

One Shots

siren - smut

“you’re willing to do anything to get out of having your license revoked after officer min catches you speeding for the third time this month.”

@hobidreams

Series

The Early Shift 01 | 02 | 03 - smut, angst, fluff

“your coworker yoongi is always infuriatingly late. except the one time he’s much too early.”

drabbles

@httpjeon​

One Shots

Show - smut

“yoongi decides to show the boys how he makes his girl cum with his mouth alone”

the cockpile: love birds - smut, fluff

“being an adventurous couple has led you down a strange path of amateur pornography with your boyfriend Min Yoongi. you’re dubbed the Love Birds.”

@inkofyoongi​

One Shots

Blow - smut, fluff

“Yoongi loves you, even if he’s never said it… but gestures sometimes speak louder than words.”

@itsamejin​

Series

Goodbye 01 - angst

“Yoongi watched silently as you exited the car and out of his life, but he can’t help but feel a sense of panic at the thought of you leaving him for good.”

Leave Me 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 - angst

“He’s cheating and you’re aware. You just don’t know what to do about it.”

@jamaisjoons​

One Shots

tongue tech - smut

“Yoongi turns you on with that tongue technology”

@jiminssizzles​

One Shots

autumn leaves - angst, fluff

“the one where you and Yoongi are lighting fall-scented candles.”

first things first. - fluff, slight angst and crack

“Both Yoongi and Namjoon deserve you, but you can only pick one. What do you do when your bestfriend, Taehyung, put the matter in his own hands, leaving you with no choice but to just trust fate?”

if the world was ending - fluff, slight angst and crack

“The soulmate system works on your side of the world, only it activates after you turn 20 years old.”

Series

Track 2: Afterglow - angst, fluff, smut and a little crack

Part of the Taylor Swift Mixtape Series

“Gail just went to the BTS fanmeet with her bestfriend, Eunice, to see Namjoon. She did not expect that her boyfriend from Omegle will see her there – and that Omegle boyfriend is Min Yoongi.”

Sparks Fly - fluff, slight angst

“It’s Gail’s birthday in a few hours… What do you do, Yoongi?“

@jimlingss​

One Shots

Primae Noctis - smut

“Marrying Jungkook is your greatest fortune, but before you can leave the land forever, you owe one last favour towards Lord Min. As the lord of the land, he has the right to deflower you and you will happily allow him to do so.”

Series

She’s Testosterone 01 | 02 | 03.1 | 03.2 - fluff, crack, smut

“Drop dead gorgeous, cute and sassy - you adore your best friend. But is there more beneath the surface? Who exactly is Min Yoonji?”

The Truth Between Us 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07  - fluff, angst, drama

co-written by @gukyi​

“a book deal should be the most exciting time of your life, but there seems to be a constant and omnipresent damper on your mood in the form of a certain min yoongi, who you would just cut out from your life, if he weren’t your editor. but then, the world shifts beneath your feet, and you begin to wonder if maybe you’ve always been looking at life from the wrong angle.”

@joonary​

One Shots

the way to your heart - fluff, humor

“when your office christmas party’s secret santa gives you absolutely no context on what kind of gift he wants, you have no choice but to get to know him better.”

@joonbird​

Series

Wildest Moments 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 - fluff, angst, smut

“Min Yoongi is forbidden territory. And although you both know better, the two of you just can’t seem to stay apart.”

@katobobato​

One Shots

Teach Me - fluff

“In which you use learning a language as an excuse to tell Yoongi how much you love him.”

@knamjooned​

One Shots

Time Skip - fluff, angst, thriller

“34D 14H 46M 57S. 55S. 40S. The soulclock seemed to be skipping numbers, counting down much faster than the other’s soulclocks were. As it began to skip minutes, Yoongi realized he needed to find you before time ran out.”

@minnpd

One Shots

Dancing With The Devil - smut

“At first, Yoongi was just another handsome face with a charming mouth, stroking your ego while you laughed at his terrible jokes and topped off his drink twice as much as you charged him for. It was fun to flirt with the customers, an exhilarating game of cat and mouse that never went beyond the doors of the club. Until Yoongi.”

@out-of-jams​

One Shots

A Toast - smut, fluff

“Who cared that you had a whole wedding reception waiting for your arrival? Besides, did they really expect any less when your groom had shown up to the altar with newly dyed black hair and an undercut?”

Series

Cheers If You Agree 01 | 02 | 03 - fluff

“If it weren’t for the fact that he didn’t know who you were or even how to get into contact with you, Yoongi wouldn’t be posting all over Weverse for anyone to see. Not that he thought anyone would be smart enough to put the pieces of the puzzle together with how many people responded to his posts anyway.

Except you. He hoped you could.”

@personasintro​

One Shots

Next Door - smut, fluff

“Your neighbor doesn’t respect your complaints about him being loud, but you don’t let it slide so easily.”

Stay High - smut, fluff, angst

“You’ve to stay high to keep your ex out of your mind when he comes back into your life.”

@ppersonna​

One Shots

make me - smut, fluff

“an ordinary sleepover with your best friend turns into anything but ordinary, thanks to your ridiculously loud neighbors above you.”

the landlord - smut, fluff

“your air conditioner breaks right at the height of a recordbreaking heat wave.  good thing your hot landlord, yoongi, knows how to attend to any needs you may have.”

@scriptaed​

One Shots

behind closed doors - angst

“after falling for your already taken best friend, min yoongi, your confession results in a less than surprising fall out. three years later, you find yourself at your own wedding, except whom the last millisecond of each one of your heartbeats is beating for isn’t the groom; it’s him.”

it isn’t love. - heavy angst, fluff

“it all happened too fast. first, he held you in his arms in the couch of your living room, and next, he had packed all of his belongings and left you to an abandoned apartment without warning. now, he’s known as suga of bts and the only way you can cross paths with the renowned star once again is to win a date with his bandmate, kim namjoon.”

tell me that you love me. - angst

“sometimes letting go is the hardest thing to do - a cruel lesson that comes crashing on the both of you when the unexpected occurs: a mutual fall out of love.”

@searchingtae​

One Shots

Morning Star - angst

“When Yoongi fell from heaven, he never once regretted the reasons leading up to his fall. What he does regret was bringing you into this.”

@softlyjiminie​

One Shots

nine months from now - smut, angst, fluff

“this was not supposed to happen. this was never in the plan. a sudden, unexpected turn of events leads you into a world of baby bottles and baby grows, it just so happens that the cause of this mess is your boss…min yoongi.”

@sugalarity​

Drabble Requests

01 - angst, fluff

“i'm not sure if you do requests, but can you please do a yoongi drabble that is a soulmate!au? something with shooky shooky keeps on playing in yn's head on repeat and yoongi is kinda annoyed because he hears it too. but for a twist, make it angst. 😂”

@thestorytellerofkpop​

One Shots

In My Head - angst

“Yoongi is slowly distancing himself away from you, and you can’t help but fall victim to the insecurities in your mind as you can’t help but ask: why?”

@yeontanismypresident​​

Series

I’m Done 01 | 02 | 03 - fluff, angst,

no summary

@yoonia​

One Shots

Undo - angst, smut

“You were his soulmate, that part he knew well. Until one day he didn’t want you anymore. He couldn’t, when all he could see from you was light and all he felt within himself was darkness. Your love has gone cold as he retreated from you, burying himself deep in the dark. But what happened when Yoongi had to watch you start over with somebody else, when Yoongi let his selfishness gain control on him of you.”

drabbles

Series/Drabble Request

Reflections 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 - angst

“Yoongi + “How could I ever forget about you" + Angst | for anon”

@yoongi-sugaglider​

Series

Forget Me Not 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 - angst, fluff

“Yoongi + “How could I ever forget about you" + Angst | for anon”

[idiosyncrasy-at-its-finest]

March 8, 2020.  A message for a friend I never shared (+ mini blog post)

Routine sweeping of my google drive.  Not sweeping because there’s over five hundred docs, probably (almost all of them stories + pieces of fiction + journal type thought jots + poems).

I wrote this at 12 am.  It’s just over three pages long in docs.  I shared it (w/o sending an email notification) to the person this was for.  When I woke up and remembered what I’d done, I unshared it.  I don’t think he ever saw it.

Disclaimer: I don’t have any romantic feelings for him.  People have thought so and that just makes me feel awful (since he has a girlfriend).  I had a crush on him when I was in seventh grade (he was a freshman).  I’m a rising junior now, and he’s going off to college.  An iVy lEaGuE boy <3

Writing remains unchanged except for a ‘wh’ I corrected to ‘with’ and another typo (I was really tired (+ sad) when writing this).

Hope you enjoy because I cried while rereading this.

Title in docs: it’s too late for this

Hmm I looked this over.  Dumb.  It’s okay.  It’s 1am.  I’ll chalk it up to being sleep drunk or whatever it is I go through.  Or hormones.  Yeah that’s it.  Yeah this makes zero sense but it’s like a stream of consciousness type.

March 8, 2020

I think the word love is kind of fake now, I do.  Everyone uses it so casually and I’m guilty of the same thing.  Idk why I’m writing like… this.

Okay.  Hi.  I’m feeling a lot of things right now and, to be frank, I don’t like it.  It’s strange.  And weird.

One: dependence.  I have friends, yeah, and one go-to friend who’s pretty much always there for me when I need her.  But when I don’t need her, like in school, there are these hurtful, biting comments, these eye rolls that really really hurt.  I’m just not as comfortable with her as I used to be.  And I have other friends, sure, but not ones that I can rely on for everything.

But you?  I think I’m a bit too reliant on you.  I spoke to someone on omegle (multiple people really, but I digress), and they said not to do drugs.  Wow symbolism or whatever.  It’s not like you’re a drug per say, but I just have a really really really bad addiction.

You’re kind of like candy.  I love it but know that it’ll give me headaches after.  And in your case, or our case, it’s not like you give me a headache.  It’s me.  I really dislike that.

Let me start over.

I love you.  More than I should.  I don’t feel as much with other people.  Not as many positive emotions.  My family makes me really sad sometimes, my friends get me really annoyed.  They both can make me feel happy, but you… you make me feel like I’m on cloud nine.

Do I know what that is?  Not really.  Do I care?  No  A little bit.  I don’t like not knowing things.  And yet…. I digress.

I don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything about it or text me more or whatever but you are important to me.  That’s it.  You are important to me.

You are so important to me.  I kid you not, everything you do affects me.  When you say something that isn’t exactly positive, my mind reels over it for hours.  If you ghost in the middle of a conversation, I obsessively check my phone.  I realize this behavior may be displayed in psychopaths and yet… I trust you’ll stick with me.

Maybe it’s because you treat me so well.  I’m not sure.  You entertain my questions, you listen to me.  I’ve been called annoying my whole life, my family tunes me out, I’ve developed the habit of talking to myself.  People jokingly point out that I talk too much about myself, I talk too much in general.  They think it doesn’t hurt.  It does.

But you make me feel heard.  Most of the time.  And then other times I remember that I’m not the only thing in your life.  You have other friends, a girlfriend, other priorities.

I love you so much I would never want to hurt you.

But I forget I’m not as important to you as you are to me.  I care about you so much it hurts.  My stomach tightens every once in a while when I text you.  Not quite butterflies but something else.  A snake, maybe, squeezing my insides.  It makes me feel like I’m about to explode.  This hasn’t ever happened to me before.

And I talk about you too.  Probably too much.  My friends once joked and said that if you broke up with your girlfriend it would be my fault.

I didn’t like that.

I suppose you’re on my mind more often than you should be, but I can’t help it.  And maybe this sounds like a love letter— and I guess it’s because it is— just not that kind of love.  A special kind.  A kind I’ve never experienced before.  A kind reserved just for you.

It’s really late.  I’m sorry you had a bad day.

I’m not quite sure what to say anymore but I know there’s lots.

I think that you probably don’t know the effect you have on me.  I don’t either.  Maybe it’s because I’m going through a particularly rough time dealing with… who knows what.  It’s not a simple mood swing though.  I’ve been feeling… off… for ages.

Everyone says I’m so happy.  I like that they think I am.  I love to make others smile!  And with you I’m always so negative.  I’m sorry.  I just feel guilty being sad with others.  And I’m tired of being sad alone.  I don’t like where my thoughts go.  No extremes but… it’s lonely.  And overwhelming.

When you’re here for me I feel like I can be myself.

But in school.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for always insisting you don’t love me.  I know you do or at least I hope you do since you always say so.  It’s just that whenever you’re near I want to cling onto you.  You’re my lifeline.  You simultaneously drive me insane while being the only thing that keeps me sane.  Somewhat sane.  Every time you leave, I hurt a little bit.  And it’s not your fault.

I tried, for a bit, getting rid of you.  Decided it was unhealthy.  Unhealthy to love someone the way I love you.  But I was too weak.  I muted your notifications, I didn’t start conversations, I took you off my private story.  It only made me check more, wait more anxiously, feel more alone.  And you hadn’t even noticed.  I don’t think you knew you were even taken off.  That’s okay.  I’m not sure what I was expecting.  And it’s fine you don’t always start conversations.  You kind of are now though.

When you told me you kind of missed me the other day, I smiled.  Really wide.

And I remember last year, maybe.  I gave you a hug and immediately you’d asked what was wrong.  We barely talked last year and yet you knew.  You could tell, better than anyone else.  I’d spent the previous night crying, but I didn’t want you to know.  I think I told a joke and you laughed.

And another time it happened, where I hugged you and you asked what was wrong.  But that time nothing was.  And I laughed because I realized it was so you.  To maybe act like you don’t care about me but then really be there when I need it.

But sometimes it feels like you’re embarrassed of me.  I’ll hug you and you’ll pull away, tell me you have to go.  And I feel like a burden.  Boy if I haven’t been called one before…

And I’m sorry for calling so much.  It’s annoying, I’m annoying.  I know.  And I’m sorry.

I don't text that often.

A tedious task— just see each other at school.  I prefer to call, as well, so my hands are left free and I can do other things.

But I text you a lot.

Also.  When I called you.  And you called me [a nickname only family + close friends call me].  And asked what was wrong.  It felt nice.

But I think I’m too attached.  I don’t like it.  I don’t like how I say ‘I love you’ without having punched you beforehand.  I don’t like how real it is.

It sounds like love, doesn’t it?  Like I’m in love.  Maybe I am.  I think I’m in love with the idea that maybe someone really will always be there for me.  But I’m not in love with you.  Not like some people say.

Again, I’ve spoken about you.  You’re on my mind a lot.

Will I send this to you?  Maybe.  It’s weird talking to ‘you’ and yet not really.  I think I might share it with you.  But I won't send an email.  I don’t need you to know about this

I didn’t even end with a period.  I shared it with him, at 1 am I believe, thinking I’d update it every so often.  He wouldn’t have gotten a notification when I shared it, so I figured if he saw it, he saw it.

I would constantly tell him I loved him more and every time he argued back, saying he cared more for me, in my head I’d be screaming: “no, I love you more” because it really felt like it.  Still does.  I’m not sure where I got these trust issues, but they’re here and they’re mine.  He wouldn’t hear me out, so I had to type it.  I can tell him anything, I know that.  He’s like the brother I never had except we’re not always at each other’s throats like many brothers and sisters are.

[lashtoncurls]

Online (Ch. 2)

Summary: Ashton just broke up with his girlfriend and meets a girl on Omegle Warnings: None

(Ch. 1)

Ashton’s Pov:

“Whoooo!” Luke shouted as we got to the  hotel, “That show was sick!” he exclaimed for what seemed like the 90th time. I’m more excited that tomorrow we get a nice week break before we head over to America

“Right, that was great.” Michael said smiling wide as we walked down the long halls and to our suites.

“Come on Irwin, cheer up mate!” Luke said shaking my shoulders and I smiled.

“I am bloody cheery, I’m just tired.” I said as a yawn slipped my mouth.

“I feel ya’ mate.” Calum said before he stopped at his door and waved goodnight to us. I walked a bit faster to catch up with Michael and Luke and I heard Michael talking about some online chat?

“Wait, what?” I interrupted his story.

“You’ve never heard of Omegle?” Michael asked, eyes a bit wide. I shook my head and he smiled.

“Mate, you’ve got to try it. It’s fun.” he said as we stopped in front of his door.

“I don’t know… why does Luke have that mischievous look in his eyes?” I asked him and he shrugged.

“You talk to strangers, you have the option of using video or not and if you don’t like someone just skip, it’s cool.” Luke interjected and I eyed them both one last time before I said goodnight and walked a few doors down to my room. How do you even spell omegle?

I’m a curious person so as soon as I was ready for bed I typed out the word into my search bar and up came some ads and then the main sight. Well, here goes… I obviously can’t be on camera but- Jesus Christ! I panicked as I looked for the ‘skip’ thing Luke was talking about. What the fuck!? Soon enough I was rid of the old, hairy man jerking himself off. I’m scarred. Forever. Those two are so getting it tomorrow…this new person wasn’t responding and so I skipped them and crossed my fingers that the next thing I saw wouldn’t be some creepy perv again.

Mila’s Pov:

The new person I had skipped to wasn’t visible, but they were typing something out, I waited just hoping it wasn’t some asshole asking to be flashed. I waited and waited and when the message came through it was a simple, “Hi” and I smiled, well that took a while.

You: Hi:)

I typed back waiting once more.

Stranger: You’re really pretty, you know?

Crossies that he’s a really hot guy.

You: Oh, thanks. *blushes profusely*

Stranger: Haha, that’s cute. But really, you’re very pretty. What’s your name?

You: You first.

Stranger: Ashton

My heart literally dropped like a ton of bricks, I was just fangirling over Ashton Irwin today and some random man on Omegle tells me his name is Ashton? This is fate, this really is fate.

You: I’m Mila, nice to meet you:) How old are you?

This is how time went by, we were just exchanging basic info. This guy was really sweet and really funny and I was just absorbed into him. I am currently trying to convince him to turn on his video but he refuses; he says that if he does that I probably won’t speak to him anymore, but I doubt that. This guy would have to look like Shrek in order for me to at least freak out a bit.

Ashton’s Pov

This girl. I haven’t been able to talk to a girl since the whole Leah thing. But this girl was pretty in my eyes the moment she came onto my screen. For once, I wished that I was just a simple nobody so that I could show my face and get to know her better. She’s trying to get me to turn on my video and she’s convincing me quite quickly… maybe we could come to a compromise.

You: I don’t mean to be a creep, but where are you from?

Stranger: It’s cool, I’m originally from America. After I graduated high school I went to visit some family in Sydney for the summer and I never left.

You: So you live in the Sydney now?

Stranger: Yup:)

You: This is insane, I live in the Sydney too!

Stranger: That’s crazy!!! We should totally meet now!!!! jk jk

You: Haha, well why not?

I watched as she typed away, she was so beautiful, her sound was off so I still had not heard her voice, but I’m sure it would be just as beautiful and melodious as she appears to be. I smiled as she continued typing and then held her finger up to the screen, telling me to wait. I sure as hell am not going anywhere.

Mila’s Pov:

I had to run downstairs when I heard the doorbell ringing incessantly. I shivered as I walked up to the front door and opened it wide to let Ella in.

“Sorry, I forgot my keys.” she slurred and I giggled as I helped her up to her room. As soon as she got in she just fell onto the bed and was out. I giggled and covered her up before returning to my room. I hope Ashton is still waiting. But I’m kind of nervous about meeting him. When the conversation was still on screen I sighed in relief and waved at the camera knowing that he could see.

Stranger: So, why can’t we meet?

You: You could be some crazy serial killer for all I know!  

Stranger: Then what about emails? I’d say that phone numbers are too personal, because for all I know you could be the hologram of same very pretty girl :)

You: Haha. Well, I’m not but sure, that’s okay i guess…

I gave him my email and he said he would send a message to me right now. He took a bit but I waited for him just like he waited for me; soon my phone buzzed with a new email and I smiled.

Stranger: There(:

Stranger: I still want to meet you...

You: How about we make a deal? If… Oh okay, I got it:) If you show your face, I’ll meet you somewhere? That seems fair to me.

I waited anxiously for his reply. Something told me that he wasn’t some psycho creep, that he was a good guy, he was the guy I thought he was and I really hope that he agrees to this.

Stranger: Fine(:

I was too excited when I read his reply and I was even tapping my fingers along the laptop waiting to see this guy.

Ashton’s Pov:

I can’t believe I’m about to do this… I’m not even going to lie. I did run to the bathroom to make sure that I looked decent. It’s been at least an hour and I’m tired as hell so I needed to make sure that I was at least presentable. I pushed the screen of my laptop down to my shirt because I needed to go slowly. I’m just as nervous as she probably is. As I clicked on the “turn on video” option the page began to load and suddenly the page went blank. I refreshed and refreshed but nothing happened. I looked to the top corner of the laptop and saw that the internet had gone out.

“Fuck...” i muttered.

I quickly opened my email on my phone.

'Hey, the Wi-Fi in this place went out. But I was serious can we meet sometime?'

I shut my laptop and laid down, hoping that I could get at least a few hours of sleep. As soon as I shut my eyes, my phone dinged.

'Did you forget to pay your bill? Jk. And I don’t know, maybe.’

I smiled and typed a quick reply.

'Not home atm, but thanks for the reminder. Hopefully I don't come home and the lights are out. :P Please say yes?'

I wanted to meet her. She was beautiful and I could already tell that she was fun to be around.

'Interesting. And you're welcome. I've to work tomorrow and its late, so goodnight. :)'

I sent her a quick goodnight after noticing that she hadn't answered my question on meeting her. I closed my eyes, falling into a dreamless sleep for the first time in weeks.

Here’s chapter 2!! Hope you all enjoy this. Thanks for the love on the first one! if anybody wants to be tagged when I post let me know!

[niallerby-blog]

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[platonicheartbuddy]

1/25/21 PMR

Post meditation reflection

Prior to starting, I was feeling a bit jealous of Mel because she gets so much money from her parents and grandparents and BBBY is up big. That’s so dumb. I should be happy that my friends have success. I think a lot of the bad traits I have are lingering as a result of having them throughout most of my life. I’m pretty sure that, given a few months or maybe even a few years, these traits will be cleared up and I won’t have to fake it anymore.

I’m surprised that I’m able to meditate so well now. I’m able to do 25 minutes a day sitting down on wooden floor with eyes closed. It’s not as good as it used to be, but that’s to be expected. It doesn’t feel too long either. Slowly, I will begin to reduce time for stimulating activities by adding more meditation or just by blocking activities when I do certain things, like what I’m doing with working out right now. 

The last few days I’ve been feeling really really insecure. It’s even coming out majorly in my dreams. I’m not entirely sure why this is happening and it feels very uncomfortable, but it will not stop me in trying to rid myself of my insecurities. 

I feel like its always good to splatter your insecurities on a blank canvas so you know what you’re looking at. Right now, my insecurities are with my social skills and money, in that order. I think the money one is solved by having a more enjoyable life/decreasing the amount of stimulation my brain needs. Right now, my brain is at a stimulation deficit without checking stock prices and doing so supplements the dopamine. I think my life is fine right now. I do need to see more people more often, but that can be addressed after the pandemic, especially because I am at home right now. For now, the goal is to continue to decrease stimulation.

For the social skills, I briefly considered using omegle to practice conversation with new people. I might still. It’s just weird to see so many people trying to mastarbate online LOL. Another big thing is just being more talkative to people you don’t really know. I need to get much better at that because I’ve avoided doing it all my life because it feels so uncomfortable. I should probably still use omegle. I just have to ease into it because for right now it feels very uncomfortable.

[montrealimprov]

Meet Your Makers: Indie Night’s Alex Brown and Saima Ahmed

Interview by Isobel Cully

Meet the legends that make Indie Night happen EVERY WEEK, Alex Brown and Saima Ahmed. 

You know Alex as an improviser, sketch comedian and all around funny person (Lil Strawberry Bitch, Fancy at The Haunt, Camp Wanapoke, etc, etc, etc). You know Saima as the girl behind the camera, taking sick pics of your favourite performers and making you jealous on Instagram. You know both of them as Montreal Improv’s best dressed duo. You can go see them host Indie Night every Saturday night at 9:30 PM, in Theatre B.

  1.    Would you like to be famous? In what way?

AB: Yes, I would like to be a famous podcaster and/or filmmaker/performer. I pretty much have the same career ambitions now as I did when I was 6 years old. Except for the podcasting part, if you asked me what podcasting was when I was 6 I would have probably explained it as some kind of net you cast to catch...pods? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

SA: Tbh, I don’t think so! It seems so competitive! I’m more a “behind the scenes” but very much in control gal. I prefer to be recognized and appreciated for my work and connect with people that way. In other words, I still want to dress up and go to the Oscars but as a producer rather than an actor.

2.   If you were able to live to the age of 90 and retain either the mind or body of a 30-year-old for the last 60 years of your life, which would you want?

AB: Mind for sure. I plan on having a tight bod when I’m 90 and I need my mind to keep up.

SA: Hm tough call. I’m going to agree with Al, an active mind means an active body!

3.   Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?

AB: My dearly departed yellow lab Winnie and we would share a spaghetti dinner with a side of corn on the cob because those were her faves.

SA: Michelle Obama! To talk about how we can help empower women to run the world over some fish tacos.

4.   If you could wake up tomorrow having gained any one quality or ability, what would it be?

AB: The ability to know which ability or quality I would like to gain. So I guess decision making and resolve?

SA: The ability to help create peaceful resolutions between 2 parties. Imagine how useful that would be in 2018!

5.   Do you have a secret hunch about how you will die?

AB: I thought this said ‘secret lunch’ at first so I’m assuming it’s going to have something to do with my not being able to read instructions properly and things going horribly awry. Conversely if it turned out to be lunch related I wouldn’t be mad.

SA: Haha, I’m a speed reader and I read secret lunch too! Agree 100% with Al on this.

6.   When did you last sing to yourself? To someone else?

AB: I wish I had a better answer for this than ‘in an improv show’, but I will have to admit that I serenaded a group of paying audience members this past Friday night with a rousing rendition of ‘I Wanna Be the First Female CEO’ at Friday Night’s Main Event - Fridays at 8:30pm at Montreal Improv ;)

SA: I have been singing “The Kids Are Alright” by Chloe x Halle to myself for a few weeks now. I’m a horrible singer so I avoid singing in public at all cost.

GROUP QUESTIONS

8. Make three true “we” statements. 

We both love thrift shopping

We both love a good time

Against our better judgment, we both are close personal friends with Seth Galina

9. Share a personal problem and ask your partner’s advice on how she might handle it.

AB: What can I do to stay focused and/or motivated at my day job?

SA: Before you start, make a list of things you need to do. I find it surprisingly satisfying (even motivating) to cross things off my list. Also take breaks, I find it helps me focus if I know that afterwards I can chill.

AB: I am MC’ing a friend’s backyard wedding this summer, what should I wear?

SA: For the MC, I would say lean towards a bit more of a classic silhouette and add some Alex Brown touches via accessories to keep it hip. I’m a fan of a unique dress or a chic jumpsuit.

SA: I know for a fact that you are a morning person. I have trouble waking up really early, any tips?

AB: Unfortunately there’s no real easy hack for this, I think you’re either a morning person or you’re not. That said I’m sure you could cultivate habits over time to get better at it. I drink a really big glass of water as soon as I wake up and then I go to the gym or try to do a little bit of exercise at home at least. Giving yourself some time for you is super important. My motto for 2018 and beyond is ‘self care, don’t care’!

SA: I’m going to be moving soon but before that, I want to get rid of shit I don’t need. What’s the best method to declutter?

AB: Honestly since I’m a basic binch I pray to the goddess of tidiness, Marie Kondo. Her book actually taught me so much about getting rid of stuff. I can confidently say that the only clothes I own now are ones that ‘spark joy’. You can borrow my copy! Jk I don’t have it anymore, I gave it away.

SHOW QUESTIONS

10. Describe your show, Indie Night.

Indie Night is a weekly improv show that showcases performers of various experience levels from all over the city! We have a bit of everything from solo improv, class fields trips, current and past house teams and some pretty cool out of town acts. We’ve even had some musical acts! Indie Night takes place every Saturday night at 9:30pm and the last Saturday of the month is *Ladies Night*, featuring all female/female-identifying performers.

10. What excites you the most about your show?

We love that we have this amazing platform and get to provide the opportunity to new acts to perform. We are often the origin story show for some troupes that go onto create some pretty funny things. For some players Indie Night is even the very first time they’ve ever performed in front of an audience, which is very exciting!

The show isn’t just for newbies, we have all sorts of acts featuring varying levels of players. The fun thing about Indie Night is that you can see more experienced players perform with newer players and you never know what you’re gonna get on any given Saturday!

11. In 5 words, why should people come to Indie Night?

It is a good time!

FINAL QUESTIONS

12. Where can people find you (twitter, instagram, snapchat, kik, omegle, myspace, etc.)?

SA: You can find Indie Night at Montreal Improv on Facebook. We also have a hashtag across all social media #indienightmtl . You can find me on Instagram @steezsister and Twitter @_SaimaAhmed. You can also find us both Saturday Nights at 9:30 at Indie Night! Did you like that subtle plug?

AB: I’m on Instagram at @djbabybrown but I haven’t posted since October 2017 and I mostly only follow plants and Simpsons merch accounts. :) Seth Galina is @sethgalina on Instagram and Twitter.

13. Is there anything you want the Montreal Improv community to know (about you or in general)?

SA: I think this goes for both of us, we’re always here! Come say hi and talk to us, we don’t bite. Or so we haven’t been told otherwise yet.

AB: I will bite you if you ask nicely. :)

14. Do you want to plug anything else?

INDIE NIGHT. INDIE NIGHT. INDIE NIGHT.

Alex’s sketch comedy troupe, Lil Strawberry Bitch, will be performing at Sketch Republic on Thursday, April 19 at 8:30pm at MIT and then at the Montreal Sketchfest on May 10th at 8pm at Theatre Sainte-Catherine.

[foundcarcosa]

cclxiv.

Do you listen to Vampire Weekend? >> Never have.

Do you have a gym membership? >> Unfortunately, yes. It’s like a ball and chain and I have no one but myself to blame, but I really need to get rid of it at some point.

Do you know more brunettes than you do blondes? >> Probably.

Do you borrow clothing and / or accessories from siblings? >> No.

Do you live near a lake? >> Kind of. It’s a bit of a drive but there’s a Great Lake to the west.

How many photo albums do you have on Facebook? >> I don’t know. Not too many.

Do you know anyone named Mac? >> No.

When was the last time you had an exam? >> 2005.

^ What subject was it in? >> Something related to pharmacy tech, since that’s what I was studying before I gave up on school completely.

Do you listen to Funeral for a Friend? >> Never heard them.

Do you usually do something on a weekend, or chill at home? >> Sometimes we go grocery shopping or to a movie or something.

Are there any posters on the walls of the room you re in? >> Yes.

If so, what s on them? >> There’s a Harry Potter poster on the wall from Sigma’s occupation that we just never bothered taking down.

What color is your school bag? >> ---

Are you wearing any bracelets right now? >> No.

Have you ever watched a movie with your parents and it got awkward? >> If so, I don’t remember anymore.

Have you ever had a teacher with the surnames Hayes? >> No.

Are you an active part of any forums? >> I still check in on the CreedFeed forums every once in a while, since I’ve been a member for 15 years now and it’s the only place still around from back then.

Do you know what Llamas with Hats is? >> No. 

Are you fighting with any of your friends at the moment? >> No.

Have you read the book Tomorrow, When the War Began? >> I’ve never heard of it, no.

Do you know anyone with the surname McCartney? >> Not that I know of.

When was the last time you had jellybeans? >> I don’t remember. I’m not crazy about them.

When was the last time you went to sickbay at school? >> ---

^ What did you go for? >> ---

Do you own any Roxy clothing? If so, tell me about it.  >> I don’t.

Do you have any picture books from your childhood? >> No.

What type of phone do you have? >> Samsung Galaxy J3 Emerge.

Do you watch a lot of viral videos? >> Nah.

When was the last time you caught a bus? >> Earlier today.

Do you know anyone with heaps of piercings? >> I don’t think I know anyone with a lot of piercings currently, although I know a few people that used to have a lot of piercings.

Are you wearing a necklace right now? If so, what is it like?  >> Legba’s veve and Mjölnir. 

Do you know anyone named Dale? >> No.

Have you ever accidentally fallen into someone’s lap? >> No.

^Was it someone you knew or a stranger? >> ---

Have you ever been on Omegle? >> Yep.

Do you listen to the band In Flames? >> Oh, here’s a band I’ve heard. I don’t listen to them, but I have heard a few songs.

Have you ever been to California? >> No.

What song do you currently have in your head, if any? >> I’m listening to music, so there’s no room for earworms yet.

Do you have any bracelets or wristbands on? >> No.

Is there a certain color of M&Ms you prefer? >> No.

Do you think Lincoln Lewis is a hunk o spunk? >> I don’t know who that is.

Is there someone you were meant to call this week, but you haven t? >> No.

Are there any classes you’re intentionally late for? >> ---

Did you hate doing cursive in elementary school? >> I don’t recall having any feelings about it.

What is your math teachers name? >> ---

If you have a significant other, what was your last argument about? >> It’s been long enough ago that I don’t remember now.

Do you prefer call or text? >> I prefer texting.

Does Seth Rogen piss you off? >> No, but I don’t find him very interesting as a whole.

[deathishauntedbyhumans]

Coping

Evan explains the letter to a Connor that just wants to... go home. A fix-it RP with a really good RPer on omegle I did a while ago. 

You: A blind panic had dusted itself over Evan when Connor had glanced down at the letter and begun to read the line that had caught his eye. It had only escalated as Connor turned roughly away, voice shredded and torn, and he found himself lunging after him, his breathing coming heavy as he forced himself to grab onto Connor's arm with his good hand. "I need that back. Please. Can you just- can you please give it back? I can explain, I swear, just-- just, /please/." He held on just a little tighter as Connor tried to pull away. His hands, he was sure, would be shaking if he held them up to look at them properly, but the only thing he could think of in the moment was getting the letter back, and explaining to the only person who had bothered to give him the time of day thus far that he hadn't meant to upset him.

Stranger: To be honest, Connor wasn't sure who he was angrier with - his mom for standing in the way of his plans to just evade school altogether, or himself for thinking even for half a second that anything would be any less shitty than always. If losing his shit at Evan for the other's innocuous exhale wasn't bad enough, he'd tried to... what...? Connect with him, and it wound up with this. He shouldn't have expected more from someone who hung out with Kleinman, though, so it was really probably his own fault. All he knew was that he wanted to be away from where he was. Far away. Executing a plan that he had intended on initially, before letting his mom talk him into school but before he could make it through the door, fingers gripped his wrist. He wasn't entire sure who was trembling in the moment. He tried to tug away but this kid had a good grip and so he turned to him, glaring. That usually got people off his back but somehow he got the impression that he wasn't getting away fast. "Fine," he answered through gritted teeth. "Explain."

You: Quailing slightly under the look Connor was giving him, Evan swallowed hard before forcing himself to take a deep breath. He couldn't do the counting exercise because it was more important to be present and in the moment, but he wished that he had a second, because if anything, the one deep breath only made him feel worse. "Okay okay, first of all I'm really sorry but I do need the letter back because it's a letter that I have to write for an assignment and I can't go to my appointment empty handed because people will be disappointed in me and I really don't like disappointing people--" Another breath. In, out. Still didn't help. Connor was still glaring and Evan talked faster. "AndIdidn'twriteaboutZoebecauseyouwerehere! I didn't know you were in here I thought it was empty because, y'know, people have friends and stuff they hang out with! Not that you don't have friends but anyways I, um, I wrote about Zoe because she's, y'know? Really nice? Yeah she's um, she's nice to me and stuff and she helped me today when you pushed me but! Idon'tblameyouforpushingme I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time and um, okay I've been talking too much I'm sorry I just really don't want you to be mad at me Ididn'tmeantoupsetyou."

Stranger: Evan was legitimately intimidated. Evan was /scared/ of him right now. Just like Zoe, hidden away in her room probably looked as he lost it at home, the way his mom looked at him while his dad maintained composure and tried to get him under control again, but never offering any long term relief. He stared back and he was both angry because Evan was afraid of him but it also kind of hurt his feelings, despite giving the kid every fucking reason TO be afraid of him. He was angry that he could relate to parts of what Evan was saying, and he felt vulnerable and disgusting and wanted to get away even more than before. On some subconscious level, he was getting the reaction from Evan that he actually wanted - because whether he was conscious of it or not, he felt that at least Evan would hate him because he'd pushed him to and not just because. It was kind of in his control, that way. Subconsciously. He stayed quiet as the other boy spoke, listened carefully but held a stony expression. He got it, he really did. He didn't want to admit that, though, because that was admitting defeat and vulnerability. He sighed and lifted the hand with the letter, shoving it back towards Evan, all the while yanking his other arm away like a wild animal might if you were to touch its paw. What even was he gonna benefit by standing there, scaring the shit out of somebody? Somebody who just looked at his sister in the way that he, himself had kinda looked at Evan. For a second. But whatever, he had more important things to do, now. He backed away a little. "Yeah, well, she's not as fucking wonderful as you think," he said before he could consider the potential consequences.

You: There were a lot of things that fell under the massive category of 'terrifying.' Answering the door, talking to people on the phone, giving class presentations when he hadn't prepared for them for at least half a school year prior. /People/ were terrifying, in general. But Evan didn't know if he was really, truly /scared/ in the moment as Connor shoved his letter back at him. He was anxious as hell, but he was... pretty much always anxious as hell if there were other people around, so that wasn't anything special in itself. Despite Connor's obvious upset, Evan hadn't once considered that Connor was actually angry with /him/. At the letter, and the fact that he thought that Evan had done something to piss him off? Of course. But even as he stumbled back a little and clutched his newly-reacquired letter to his chest, he found himself frowning in confusion. "What do you mean?" he asked, the words coming out too fast and narrowly avoiding sounding like a rushed, smushed-together mess. He smoothed the creases in the paper he was holding absently, staring at Connor with eyes wide with both curiosity and the fear that he could never seem to rid himself of. "She, um, she seems nice? I don't really know her that well because, um--" He coughed, face flushing. "Butanyways I don't know you're her brother and you probably know her better than me? Oh god sorry okay I'll shut up now."

Stranger: By the time he'd said it, Connor already regretted saying the thing about Zoe despite kind of believing it. Like, he was pretty sure she was that fucking wonderful - at least to most people - but that was the thing that pissed him off about her, the thing that made her, to him, so awful to have to deal with. Things were easy for Zoe. That was his perception. She had friends and people liked her. People like Evan. People that could've liked him instead. He couldn't exactly just run off and not answer the question but that would look pretty bad, probably so he just shrugged and tried to feign a sort of nonchalance as he answered. "She's just a fucking bitch, I don't know what her problem is. She's got this stupid fucking diary, you know? She writes all this mean shit in it, and then acts all nice to people's faces. She's probably just being nice to you because she thinks being, uh, genetically similar to me gives her a bad reputation. That's the kinda shit she writes in there," he realized that he hadn't really dug himself out of the hole he'd gotten himself into so he added, "I don't care if you have a creepy crush on my sister or whatever, I guess. Just like, I think it's bullshit, you know? How everyone adores her and kisses her ass. It's fucking annoying," he decided.

You: "I don't know if I actually have a, like, a crush on her?" Evan spoke before thinking, and he just /knew/ his face was beet-red. Still, he'd let the words escape, and he was going to go with it, because it was the truth. He'd been thinking about it for a long time because the way that Jared talked about girls and the way he thought about Zoe? He /liked/ her and she was /nice/, and he would probably even like to kiss her! But beyond that? He honestly hadn't thought anything through, which was a big part of the reason he hadn't been able to talk to her in the first place, because if he'd just had a PLAN, it might have been at least a little bit easier. "And I don't, um, I don't think I kiss her, um, ass? I just think it wouldbenicetohaveafriend y'know? I didn't know she writes stuff like that." Evan shook his head. Now that Connor had calmed down a little, Evan found himself glancing down at his own arm, the one with that cast. The one that now had Connor's name written across it like a beacon. His handwriting was nice, he thought distractedly. Blocky, but not messy. It was weirdly confident handwriting, for someone who seemed just as bad at interacting with other human beings as he was. Because that was what Evan had gotten from his anger. They were both bad at people, just... in different ways. "Being, um, genetically similar to you isn't a bad thing?" he added as an afterthought, staring at the cast as he spoke and then glancing up after the words had left his mouth. He curled his fingers around the paper he was still holding, consciously stopping himself from continuing to smooth it out. "Sorry, that was... You probably know that. That was dumb, sorry." He shook his head again. He didn't know /why/ he couldn't go two seconds without putting his foot in his mouth, but here was was. Putting his foot in his mouth. Constantly. As always.

Stranger: Living in Connor's head could be difficult because some of the time, he felt like ...why wouldn't everyone like Zoe more than they like him but other times he felt like people should just give him a chance to be nice to them instead of assuming he's gonna be a dick which then, in turn, causes him to act like an asshole because it made him angry. The worst is when he felt both of these conflicting emotions at one time. It happened more than he'd like to admit. He focused on Evan's speaking instead of on whatever bullshit he was thinking or feeling about Zoe, but that just made him tense all over again; the way he could relate and how uncomfortable that made him but how it also made him think maybe... but no, that was stupid. Evan wouldn't want to be his friend now, not after how he'd acted to him that whole day. He pushed the thought out of his mind, at least for the time being. He had to focus here. On getting away from this whole interaction and following through on what he'd promised himself he'd do earlier. Dead or alive, he'd still be a burden to his family - but at least the former allowed him to not face the consequences of it but before he could think of a good escape tactic, he was letting out a snort at the mere concept of being genetically similar to him not being a terrible thing when it also meant that you'd be genetically similar to Larry Murphy which was, as far as he was concerned, the worst thing you could be. Besides, his family was all kinds of fucked up beneath the traditional family veneer that thinly veiled the reality of things. "No, trust me, being genetically similar to me sucks.. She's not wrong. Just. Fuck, man, I don't know..." he hadn't really said anything, but he felt like he'd said too much so he deflected - "You apologize a lot."

You: Evan realised that he was breathing again, more normally than hyperventilation. It wasn't perfect, but it was a lot calmer than it had been when Connor had first gotten angry, so he would take it. It didn't seem like Connor was upset anymore, but there was a bitterness just below the surface, one that he recognised from their previous interaction. It was strange and contradictory, and Evan wanted to know more despite the fact that wanting to know more made him nervous. "Y-Yeah..." Evan gave a nervous little laugh and then cleared his throat immediately afterwards. "I don't know. I just feel like I have a lot to apologise for? It's, um, easy to apologise and stuff, so that nobody ever gets upset or anything, y'know?" He moved his hand as he talked, the unbroken one, and winced a little as the paper flopped around in his hand. "I'm gonna, um..." He gestured to the table next to the computer where his bag was still sitting, and made his way over to place the letter safely down so that it wouldn't be a casualty of his social awkwardness any longer. "I, um? Don't really think that's right, though," he told him, looking up from his letter. "The, um, geneticallysimilarthing?" Slow down. Breathe. Talk like a normal person, Evan, come on. "You're not a bad person? Neitherisshe, because--" Breath. "Um, because writing bad things might just be a coping mechanism? Sometimes, y'know, people have those and it's not always the best but it happens." He shrugged, bit at his lip. He'd been rambling again. "Sorry."

Stranger: Despite the way that his demeanor was cooler than it had been initially, there was still a monster that controlled him lurking beneath the surface of his now cool exterior. It was always there and ready to snap and he didn't have any control over it at all, quite the opposite of that, really. He nodded a few times, despite the fact that he couldn't even recall the last time he'd said sorry at all, let alone actually experiencing remorse when he said it. Probably on some level, it was because whenever he'd done anything wrong, he'd been told to apologize and now he didn't like doing it. Especially not when he felt that he was owed an apology, too, which was... well. A lot of the time. He watched as Evan moved back to his things and he pushed the crappy feeling out of his head that came from antagonizing this poor kid since that morning. Connor probably should've been more understanding about unhealthy coping mechanisms, he had a few of his own but he could justify his own and as far as he was concerned, Zoe's reasons for feeling how she felt were shitty and selfish and that made him feel angry, and made his hands tense into fists but he tried to maintain the calmness that he had fallen into. "I guess," he said because it was the best thing he could come up with without just spilling his guts. And Evan really, really didn't need that. Neither did he. Not when he was going to do what he was going to do once he left. "It's just like, that's the shit that makes me cynical about everyone else, you know? Like, fuck. I shoved you. I shoved you cause I thought you were laughing and you weren't even fucking laughing, cause I have that fake bullshit to deal with. With her. Makes me doubt everyone," he said. It was almost an apology, right?

You: He was nodding enthusiastically to everything Connor was saying, and it was probably stupid, and he was pretty sure he should /stop nodding/ but everything that Connor was saying made sense so why shouldn't he nod? Evan caught himself after a few moments, feeling too much like a bobblehead for his own good. "I mean, yeah, that makes sense." He didn't blame Connor for shoving him; he'd meant what he said about being in the wrong place at the wrong time. "And it's okay, about, um, earlier? With the shoving? I know that you were, um, already upset and stuff. Jared isn't very--" Evan winced, rubbing at the back of his neck with his good hand. "Jared's not really nice sometimes, but I think it's 'cus he doesn't know that what he's saying is as mean as it is? His brain doesn't always connect to his mouth, or at least, that's what my mom says." Oh, great. He'd literally gone and mentioned his /mother/. How utterly useless in conversation could one person be? Backtrack backtrack backtrack. "Anyways, I'm not trying to excuse it or anything because what he said was pretty bad and not true at all? Your hair isn't, um... bad. It's long, which is cool, because not a lot of people have super long hair? Not a lot of guys, I mean." Oh, god. Kill him now. "Anyways!!" He said it too loud and winced again. "Sorry. Um, I just--" What was he saying? "It makes sense. That you would doubt people because she's fake like that. You shouldn't have to, um... feel bad about it, y'know?" He found himself playing with the paper on the desk and stopped himself abruptly, placing his hand firmly and awkwardly on top of his cast to stop himself from fidgeting.

[transl4d2]

I’m not usually one to make discourse posts on sideblogs centered around fandom-related things. But because this is fandom related, and has been bothering me for quite some time, i decided to post it here. 

this post is. important. and affects everyone in not only this community, but in fandom + rp communities in general.

below is the topic of heavy topics, include nsfw and csa / pedophilia. view at your own discretion. if you wish to reblog it, please do. this is specifically for the l4d2 community but can be applied to  every fandom, as they are guilty of the exact same thing.

I have been an active member of the l4d2 community on and off for 5 odd years. I started getting into this fandom when i was a very impressionable and naive 15 year old. I had Roleplayed in the past with other medias, but l4d2 got me heavily into it. On top of this, I roleplayed Avengers and Naruto. 

As i got more and more into roleplay, i started to crave roleplaying smut. a lot of factors played into me wanting to be around sex almost constantly which i wont be getting into now (since its no ones business but my own), and roleplaying seemed to satiate that craving of sex. i got very desperate for roleplaying said smut, so i moved to random online meetups. One of these being omegle.

Now, i get the whole “anonymous” aspect to omegle (which is dangerous in its own right and i highly advise against going on there if you’re under 18), but after meeting strangers to roleplay Avengers or L4D2, I would hand out my email to these people and RP via email. 

They told me they were adults and i told them my age, and being 15 i wanted nothing more than to impress them. This resulted in them roleplaying graphic sex / rape / etc with me being 15 years old. Some of the RPers were adults i knew in real life, and who i put my trust into and who took advantage of my trust by sexually exploiting a child for their own sexual satisfaction. they saw me, a child at the time, as a means to pleasure themselves and abuse me further.

As i was doing this RP via email with adults, i started going onto tumblr. Now i was very very new to tumblr and it’s algorithms, but the first thing i tried to get into was the RP community. Doing so, i was subject to a...lot. Of uncool things, and it only took me till I was almost 21 years old to understand how disgusting this was. 

I almost exclusively found adult roleplayers (some being in their late 30′s), targeting out young minors in the roleplay community to roleplay their sex fantasies with. This is essentially sexting, and a form of pedophilia. And hiding behind the fact that it’s “fictional roleplay” will not get rid of the fact these adults (these pedophiles) were almost exclusively roleplaying with children. I saw this a lot in the l4d2 community. 

In the middle teens and late teens i roleplayed a lot, and once i turned 18 i stuck to strictly roleplaying with my boyfriend because of the actual trauma i had associated with roleplaying with others who i weren’t sexually intimate with. this was partly from the l4d2 community, but was also a build up of everything else i had experienced in different fandoms.

To put it simply, roleplaying “played” a role in my trauma, and i often have breakdowns about how adults took advantage of me and roleplayed explicit sex with me. All i knew was that I wanted to be liked, and while part of me seemed to enjoy the smut roleplays, another part of me felt used and wrong and dirty over this. I still struggle with this a lot, especially since one of the adults who took advantage of me via roleplaying sex was 4-5 years my senior (21 while i was 16) and also someone i called a close friend.

And on the subject of this I must get this out here, because looking back on my blog i did something that made me uncomfortable and i want to bring to light.

If you, as an adult, have minors following you and you do not censor or put up a warning before showcasing your obvious porn you are putting kids in a kind of danger. It’s honestly all around creepy in general, and it’s even MORE creepy to allow children to follow your NSFW blogs (be that RP / art / fanfics / etc). 

A lot of children consume pornographic content online, and while that happens, having the children contact the adults who created this content telling them how great it is and having the adults create more content because KIDS said they wanted more is a cause for concern.

Take this post to heart, develop some critical thinking. Imagine yourself as a concerned parent or caregiver, or even as the child themselves and what they might be thinking about this. Would you have wanted to be abused by an adult at their age? No. You’d want to stay safe. So stop creating this abusive cycle and stop normalizing sexual abuse in the roleplay community.

And, before someone tries to point this out to try and start an argument:

it is YOUR job as the adult to stop any sexual contact that the minor tries to start. You are the adult and it is your job and responsibility to make sure no child have sexual contact with you. It’s not that hard. Shut the kid down if they try to instigate a sex roleplay with you. Block, do whatever you need to do. Stop the fucking cycle. 

The roleplay community is violently pedophilic and dangerous for minors.

[lqvenderhqzes]

I want you

This is one of the best roleplay’s that I have done for a while. It was the right combination of sweet and smutty. I don’t know what happened with Omegle or if stranger meant to disconnect but if this was you, feel free to message me here or via email.

You both like vamplock, teenlock, and johnlock.

You: (Slavelock, Omegaverse) Sherlock walked through the manor in search of his master, feeling rather needy of late, he suspected his heat was coming again. John had bought Sherlock at a young age, and waited until he presented to bond with him. Sherlock's hadn't minded it at all, he was actually quite fond of John, he had even grown to love the gentle Doctor. The only thing he didn't like, was that John had other Omegas as well, three others in fact. They all seemed fine with the idea of being part of a 'pack', even enjoyed each others company, but not Sherlock. He didn't like the idea of sharing John's love and affection, and it gnawed at him daily to know he wasn't John's only. He paused, peeking into the living room when he heard a noise from within. His heart ached to see that two of the Omegas were with John, Greg and Molly, just lounging on the sofa watching some telly, Mary must be off somewhere, not that he cared much. Greg was resting his head on John's lap and Molly's on his shoulder. He felt tears building up in his eyes as he quickly turned away from the others, rushing quickly back to his room to hide from them all.

Stranger: It was getting late, and John was surprised to find that he didn't have the company of all of his Omega's present that night. The fire was on, the telly fit with some movie anyone could cozy up to, and yet two of his Omegas were nowhere to be found. Mary, he had been told, was resting, suffering from a headache, to which he accepted, but Sherlock? He had been increasingly moody, the other Omegas telling him he wouldn't participate in any group events or anything, to the point he would try to avoid eating with the others, too. "Sherlock!" John called as the adverts came on, curious if the other was in the house or outside, though it was rather bitter that night. he gently moved his Omegas off his lap and headed for the kitchen to make a pot of tea for them all, not seeing Sherlock there, either. "Sherlock, we're all watching a film." He called again, to no avail. As the kettle boiled, John made it to Sherlock's room, everyone having their own space in the manor, though John's room was downstairs, far from the others, since he was the Master of the house. Knocking on the door, he waited. "Are you in there? Why aren't you down here with us?"

You: Sherlock heard the knocking on the door and wiped his eyes to try and rid of the evidence of tears. He hated crying, he absolutely despised how weak it made him feel but lately he couldn't seem to stop. Every aspect of not having John to himself was making him upset and he couldn't really understand why. Maybe it was his heat, that was the only answer he really had and that still didn't completely make sense to him. He just felt alone right now and that was partly his fault. He sniffed a little before he went to open the door and looked at John. "I.. I just haven't been feeling well." He lied. The easiest way to get out of things. "I think my heat may be coming.. you know I find it hard being around other Omegas when it happens." He added and went to sit down on his bed. He had shown signs of aggression towards the others pre-heat before. It was just the need to have John close more than anything that made him so needy and possessive. He really wasn't dealing well with the whole pack thing either, not that he'd ever tell John that.

Stranger: John immediately noticed the red-rimmed eyes, quirking an uneasy brow. "Are you well?" He asked, stepping inside and placing the back of his hand to Sherlock's forehead. He wasn't too heated, not in the fever stage right before a heat, but he was unusually hot. "The other Omegas claim you're making them feel unwelcome." John explained, "that you seem as if you dislike them, is that true?" He asked, standing by the foot of the bed, not wanting to get too close if Sherlock was upset, knowing better than to reach out and touch. He'd grown up with Omegas all his life, his parents had told him this was how it worked, everyone in the country worked this way, the more Omegas you had, the better you looked, for most. One Omega didn't seem right, seemed more like a relationship, and with the pressure John had, he couldn't have that. "I believe Mary is about to get into heat, so I need to spend time with her." John told him, cautiously stepping closer, instinct telling him so. "I find it difficult, with you all, to share. You know that, right? To give you all the attention you need. And then when two of you have your heats at once, I know some of you don't mind sharing but you don't. That puts pressure on me, you know? And I worry." John explained, sitting on the edge of the bed as his leg began to ache. "Are you unhappy?" The doctor asked, "I... If you are, you shouldn't feel you have to stay. You could be transferred... As much as I hate the idea."

You: Sherlock looked at John when he touched his forehead before he moved away a little, not wanting to be touched right now really. "No. That's not true. I just don't like being around them when I know my heat is coming and I especially can't watch you touching them and wanting them." He mumbled. He rolled his eyes when John told him that Mary was about to go into heat and looked away, he couldn't stand the thought of it all right now. Sherlock knew that he needed more attention then most and he couldn't get that. Especially when he needed it. None of the others particularly liked him and he didn't overly like them either which meant that he couldn't seek attention from anyone else. Which was hard when John was preoccupied with other Omegas. "I know." He whispered then and looked down at the floor when John moved to sit on the bed. "I don't know what to do really, John. For the best. I don't think I can cope with sharing.. I don't think I can cope with much right now." He mumbled and then sighed a little bit as he did. "I don't want to leave though. No Alpha will be as kind to me as you are and.. well, I like you a lot." He added and then shrugged a little bit. "I'll just have to deal with it."

Stranger: "You shouldn't have to deal with it, Sherlock." John sighed, wishing he could reach out, but instead left his hand on the side of the bed, just in case Sherlock felt like affection. "I know someone, who doesn't have any Omegas right now. His died, really unfortunate. He was heartbroken. Maybe, if you... Wanted just one person, you could go with him? Even if- Sherlock, I don't want you to leave. I care about you. You're my Sherlock." John smiled, wiggling his fingers a little. "I'd be lost without you peering over my shoulder in the mornings to see if I'm making you a cup of tea, when we're both up way before any of the other Omegas. I love our mornings, I know I always have an hour with you before anyone else wakes up and I have to go to work, and it's perfect."

You: "And I don't want to leave you. I adore you." Sherlock whispered back and looked down at the others hand. He sighed before he reached out to take, bringing it close to his face so he could kiss it before he let it go. "I know. It's just.. I don't know, I feel lonely I guess. Because I crave attention constantly.. I don't know why and I wish that I didn't but when I don't have you, it's close to impossible to deal with. I feel miserable and I feel angry." He tried to explain before he rested his head on his shoulder. "None of the others really like me and honestly, I don't like them so it's not like I can get any attention from them. I wish I could make this simpler for you.. I'm sorry that I cause so much trouble, I really am."

Stranger: As Sherlock eventually sought comfort, John toed off his shoes, shifting down to rest on Sherlock's bed, Sherlock having the smallest room but it let in the most light, it was also the furthest from the others but the closest to John's, so Sherlock had picked it for his own convenience, and John had liked the other was closer, and had his own free space that way. He gently pulled Sherlock in against him, stroking his fingers over Sherlock's curls softly. "You aren't trouble, I'm just worried. You weren't downstairs, we were all watching a film and I missed you, is all." He reassured, trying to give Sherlock the attention he was missing out on now. "Would you like to... Come sleep downstairs with me tonight?" John asked, biting his lip. No one shared his room, it was private. They had a guest room for shared heats if needed, but no one shared John's room. "You can't.. Tell them, though."

You: Sherlock curled against John's warmth, seeking out every part of him. He nuzzled into his neck and closed his eyes as he took in his scent. "I'm sorry. I should have come and said anything instead of just running away from it all." He mumbled and sighed a little against his neck. He froze when John asked him to share his room though and he knew straight away that it was a very high privilege. He knew that John had slept in other peoples room and had heats in the guest room but no one had ever gone into John's room. "I.. I would love that." He whispered and then kissed the others cheek with a small smile. "I won't. I promise." He commented and then gave him a small smile before he move to kiss down his neck before. John, somehow, always knew how to make things better and he felt very lucky right now that he could be with John in his room tonight.

Stranger: It felt so easy, with Sherlock. Always had. He could relax against these sheets, Sherlock's scent like vanilla, and honey, all soft scents, not too citrusy like Mary's or too sweet like Molly's, it was perfect. John loved all his Omegas, as he should, he cared for them all, but Sherlock held a special place in his heart, as much as he knew it was wrong to pick favourites. He hummed as Sherlock kissed down his neck, letting himself enjoy it as his hand slid to Sherlock's neck, bringing him up as he met their lips, letting himself get a bit carried away with it, even if he didn't usually engage in any of this unless they were in heat. "Come down when everyone is asleep, make sure no one sees you, I don't want anyone jealous." John told him, mouthing over Sherlock's jaw, kissing him everywhere he could reach.

You: With a sigh, he let them kiss slowly, his mouth pressing softly against John's before the other pulled away to speak and he nodded slowly. "Okay. I will do. Thank you, John. I feel incredibly lucky." He whispered and then closed his eyes as John began to mouth over his jaw, gentle kisses being pressed against his skin and he adored it. He adored every second. He pressed kisses to John's face and neck in return, wanting to show his appreciation more now than ever. "You better go." Sherlock muttered after a few moments. "You are going to miss the rest of your film and the others will be wondering where you have gone." He commented and then pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

Stranger: "Come down, stay with me? I'll make you tea, sweet as you like." John promised between kisses. It wasn't usual to have a relationship, not a proper one, whatever that was anymore, with an Omega, but John craved something. He liked kissing for no reason other than it was enjoyable, and sliding his hand down Sherlock's thigh to pull him in close, just because bodies pressed together felt good, not because they had to do it due to some heat. "You can sit with me? On my lap, if you want, even if you're too tall to hold properly. Please?" John asked, kissing down Sherlock's neck now, applying a little suction to his kisses to tempt him more.

You: John was always so tempting in ways that he could never quite understand. They had never done anything like this though, they had never kissed outside of heats or touched each other so intimately like this. He knew it was a dangerous game but he was enjoying every second. He let out a soft moan as John pulled him close and began sucking a little on his neck, sighing deeply before he nodded slowly. "Okay.. okay. I'll come with you. But I want tea, with three sugars and I want to sit on your lap because I don't wan to spend a second without being close to you right now." Sherlock mumbled and then kissed him again, letting it last for a few seconds before he pulled away. "I hope that's okay with you."

Stranger: "You can have anything you want," John whispered, licking a stripe up Sherlock's throat, pressing one hand to the bed as he kissed lower, managing to mouth over his collarbones, just letting himself feel comforted for once. "Hm, shall we go?" John offered, though he didn't much want to, too busy kissing the other, even though he knew if he did he'd get aroused. And.. He'd never, not outside of a heat. It seemed the Omegas weren't for that, and John had heard of 'casual sex' being offered with Beta's instead. John kept out of it as best he could. "You smell amazing," John whispered, nosing at Sherlock's scentpoint. "Incredible."

You: Sherlock moaned a little again at how John licked at his collarbone and up his throat. He was seriously making it very hard for him to actually want to leave. "I think we should." He muttered as John nuzzled in his neck and scented him. He leaned his head back and sighed softly as he did. "You smell amazing too. I love your scent. It is always so calming." John smelt like apples and cinnamon, it was warm and always made him want to stay close. He knew they were both finding it very hard to move away from the bed right now and especially because this was something that neither of them had done.

Stranger: It would be familiar for Sherlock to smell so strongly of John when he returned downstairs, an easy way to calm an unsettled Omega was to scent them, so he knew they wouldn't be suspected in any way doing that. It was just whether they'd make it downstairs, when kissing him seemed so enticing. John kissed the soft spot just under Sherlock's ear, pressing his body down against the mattress. "We can.. Kiss, if you like, in my room, tonight?" He offered, nervous, having never offered something so out of the ordinary. Yet the idea of Sherlock eventually wanting to leave unsettled him, and he selfishly wanted to have as much of Sherlock to himself in case he did leave in the end. "I'd hate to leave you," He murmured, still kissing over his neck, "you've been with me so long. Ever since you started living here, I just wanted to keep you safe and happy and that smile you offer me every morning, I don't want to lose it."

You: "We can do that." Sherlock whispered in return, knowing the offer wasn't one that John just gave out easily. "Thank you." He added then, knowing that he needed to be very thankful for this. God, he wanted nothing more but to kiss John in his room all night. He wanted nothing more right now. He frowned at what John said next and nodded a little as he spoke. "I know. I.. I don't want to lose you, more than anything. Maybe we can make this work? I'll find a way, okay? I'm sure that I just need to find a way to accept all this and maybe try to build bridges with the others. I don't want you to be sad either. I only want to make you happy." He whispered and reached a hand down to take John's chin, lifting it so that he could kiss him again.

Stranger: "If you need to leave, I won't blame you," John whispered, letting Sherlock kiss him, his hand sliding into Sherlock's curls, gently massaging at his scalp. "Mhm, Sherlock," John murmured, winding his free arm around Sherlock's waist, holding him in close as they kissed, John deepening it when he could. "We should... Should go downstairs..." John mumbled, but it was getting lost between the kisses, feeling himself heat up a bit, and the last thing he wanted was to rile himself up too much, but Sherlock was too intoxicating, in the very best way.

You: Sherlock shook his head a little bit and sighed as the hand slipped into his hair, taking in a deep breathe as he moved his arm around John's waist as they kissed. They were getting deeper and longer, he didn't want to leave but he knew that they had to. He pulled away a little and looked into John's eyes. "We can do this tonight..then no one can disturb us and no one will get suspicious, hm?" He whispered and kissed the others forehead. His heart was already racing as he thought about how they could be together later on, sharing soft kisses and gentle touches. It would be perfect. Sherlock would make sure that it was perfect.

Stranger: "I just want someone," John whispered, resting his forehead on Sherlock's shoulder with a heavy sigh. "I know you're all here because you have to be, because you were gifted or bought. And that's the way. And you only want this when you're in heat. It's just.. Difficult. I asked if I could have one Omega, initially. But the idea is frowned upon." John explained, leaning back and sitting up, sorting out his hair and slipping back into his shoes once he stood, sliding his hands down his shirt to remove the creases. "It is what it is. All of this. Anyway, shall we go?" John smiled sadly, heading to the door. "I'll go make tea, see you downstairs." He told him before heading to the kitchen to make a teapot, adding enough sugars to Sherlock's own mug, and the rest their own desired amount, but never as many sugars as Sherlock personally liked. The sweet toothed man.

You: Sherlock wished John had said anything, because the words floated in his head and he just sat there fore a moment as he took it all in. John just wanted someone. He wanted someone to kiss and someone have completely. He only wanted one Omega but had ended up with four. He eventually got up from the bed and headed downstairs, walking into the kitchen. He watched John for a moment before he looked behind him to check that no one else was around. He got closer then and slipped his arms around the others waist from behind, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I want you." He whispered into his ear. "And not because you brought me either." He added before he pulled away and took his mug, sipping slowly at the boiling hot liquid while his cheeks burned a little from what he just said.

Stranger: In a bit of daze, just making the tea, he didn't notice that he wasn't alone until those familiar arms wrapped around him, lips to his cheek, and John all but sank into the touch. His heart grew heavy as Sherlock told him the words he wasn't expecting any Omega to actually mean, and he placed his hands over Sherlock's, offering a squeeze before the other let go. John checked the doorway, noticing they were safe, before he stepped over, taking the mug from Sherlock's hand and cupping the man's cheeks, bringing him down for a slow kiss as he pressed him against the counter. "I want you too," John whispered, tongue slipping past his lips and licking against the seam of Sherlock's. He had no idea whether Sherlock had felt like this for a while now, but it made sense, now he considered it. The other Omega not wanting the other's company, just wanting John, feeling the need to keep to himself. Maybe he was wanted after all.

You: Sherlock wasn't expect anything more, he had just wanted John to know, more than anything else. Then he felt John take the cup out of his hands and he looked at him. He pressed his lips back against the others while he wrapped his arms around his shoulders, pulling him in for a long kiss. He couldn't believe that John wanted him in return and god, he could kiss him forever. He felt the tongue licking against his and he let out a small moan before he parted his lips slowly. This was heated and good, better than anything he had felt. He pulled away for a second before he moved to sit up on the counter and then pulled John close again, leaning down to kiss him while his legs wrapped around his waist and he let them both indulge in the moment of just kissing.

Stranger: John let out a small sigh, a silent moan by any other words and he gripped onto Sherlock's hair, pulling him in closer as he let the pair of them let out the tension that had been caused by those words. His tongue met with Sherlock's and his hands wanted to be everywhere, all at once, sliding down under Sherlock's thighs and hoisting him in closer, breath getting heavier by the minute. It was after five more of them did John lean back, out of breath and Sherlock's lips a little red. "Ah, we... They're right there. And you have to pretend you got a rash, on your lips, okay?" John told him, not wanting to get caught before they could share a night, just them. John leant back, taking the tray of tea with shaky hands and smiling, heading for the doorway, though unable not to keep looking back at Sherlock in the process.

You: The whole thing was getting heated and John's hands were touching him in a way he'd swore they never had before. He'd kissed John a thousand times but this felt different. All previous kisses had been during a heat where he could barely remember a thing and he was just desperate for release more than anything else. It meant things were usually just quick and they barely had enough time to touch one another like John was currently doing in the kitchen. He wished the other didn't have to pull away and he actually whined softly before he nodded at the others words. "Okay." He whispered softly. He jumped gently off the counter and grabbed his cup of tea. He took a sip of it before he followed John into the front room. He moved a hand and pretended to itch his lips a bit and then managed a small smile at both Molly and Greg.

Stranger: "How is the film, you two? Mary is still asleep upstairs, though Sherlock is coming to join us." John smiled as he sat down, placing the tray on the coffee table for everyone to tuck into, with the biscuits beside, before patting his thigh for Sherlock to slide onto his lap. "How are you feeling, Sherlock, bit better?" He asked, needing an excuse to have been up there so long, not wanting the others to think he was being rebellious since Sherlock, of course, was not the best behaved. He let Sherlock take his lap space, and as Molly crawled in closer, trying to worm her way in, John glanced at Sherlock, deciding to let him choose whether he'd allow such or not.

You: Sherlock watched as the other two nodded and explained what John had missed. He stood there, a bit awkwardly for a moment before John spoke to him. "Yes. A little bit." He muttered and then moved to put his cup on the coffee table before he slid onto John's lap. He curled up against him and closed his eyes. This was actually nice, better than he expected. He opened his eyes when he felt Molly getting closer and he looked up at John. He gave a small nod then, not wanting to deny the others the very fact of being close to their master. He knew that John loved them and they loved him in return. The whole kissing thing had kind of made him feel a bit better about the situation because he knew none of them had ever got kisses like that from John outside of their heats.

Stranger: John curled his arms around Sherlock, settling back into the film as he rested his cheek atop Sherlock's head, letting the brunet curl his head under John's chin, still able to see the television if he wanted to watch it with them. He moved a hand to sift through Molly's hair too, just for a small while, smiling at her as the film played on. He did wonder about Mary, when exactly her heat would start, but he figured he'd know immediately, just hoping it wasn't too soon. Partway through the film, the room dark with just the telly on for the cinema experience, John slid his fingers under Sherlock's shirt at the side, being subtle as he moved the blanket over them, Greg curled up in his on the chair and Molly on the other side of the sofa, wrapped up in her own blanket.

You: The whole thing was actually very relaxed and neither of the two other omegas made any massive grabs for attention. It was something that made him think that maybe he had been overreacting the whole time. Sherlock was often like this, he made up scenarios in his head that were often worse than what the actual reality was. He couldn't really believe how calm and safe he felt in this very moment. The blanket was soft and warm ad he even watched a little bit of the film although he had no interested in his. He felt John's hand against his skin about halfway though and he hummed a little bit. John was certainly being very touchy and he didn't mind. He closed his eyes then and enjoyed the feeling of John's fingers against his skin.

Stranger: Now he'd had a chance with Sherlock, he didn't want it to end. John was a naturally affectionate sort, and the idea of having him closer appealled considerably. Sliding his hand over Sherlock's waist, John gently dropped a kiss to Sherlock's temple, making sure to be subtle so not to get caught. He smiled at Sherlock softly, hand moving down to the other's thigh under the blanket, remembering their moment in the kitchen earlier. Sherlock actually wanted him. And he wasn't in heat, that much was clear. It should be a few days at least before he came onto it, so John had hope that he might actually enjoy tonight.

You: Sherlock looked up at John after he had kissed the top of his head and smiled a little. There was just something between them that was special and intimate. Some sort of spark that neither of them could deny. He felt the other move a hand down to his thigh and he smirked a little bit before he rested his head back against his chest. He didn't want to be obvious so he kept quiet and pretended to continue to watch the film. All while, John's hand on his thigh seemed to make him feel more excited than he expected. He was very much looking forward to tonight and he hoped that nothing ruined it.

Stranger: Being as quiet as he could be, John pressed his lips to the shell of Sherlock's ear, whispering, "I want you," gently as he squeezed his thigh, wanting Sherlock to know for definite that his care was shared. The film didn't take long to end, and once it did, John gently stroked down Molly's side to wake her, not wanting to disturb her too much. "Bed, I think?" He offered, gently moving Sherlock off his lap and heading back into the kitchen to put away their mugs. "You okay, Greg? You're quiet tonight." John asked, noticing him having kept to himself but not falling asleep. "Film had a weird ending, I wasn't really expecting him to end up there, were you?" He asked, still being sweet with all his Omegas

You: The squeeze made him shudder a little bit and the way that John whispered those words didn't help. The other was intoxicating. He wished they didn't have to move but he was somewhat glad, because it meant that they could be alone finally. He slipped off the others lap and moved to sit where John had been siting. He looked up at John spoke and then glanced over at Greg. "I'm fine. Just tired." He spoke and gave a small smile before he got up from his chair and went to wake Molly up as she had fallen asleep again. "Yes. I wasn't expecting it either. It was a good film though." He commented and then glanced over at Sherlock. Honestly, the other made him feel a little uncomfortable due to how standoffish he was and things he had said in the past. He was trying to ignore it though as he took Molly's hand and helped her up.

Stranger: Gently smiling at Molly as Greg helped him up, he led them to the stairs and kissed the top of Molly's head sweetly, telling her to have a good rest. He then turned to Greg, stroking a hand down his arm. "See you tomorrow, alright?" John smiled, Greg always a little quieter than the rest, and he leant in to kiss his temple too before letting them go off to bed. "Sherlock, bed too." He called, knowing the other couldn't look like he was getting special treatment. Although before he sent him up, he embraced him, leaning close to his ear. "Come down when you want to, I'll be there." He whispered before letting him go to head off to his bedroom once he'd turned the TV off, taking a quick shower before bed and slipping into some fresh pyjamas, deciding to read for a little while.

You: Sherlock headed upstairs and took a shower himself, wanting to try and calm himself before he came downstairs. He changed into his pyjamas before he decided to go downstairs. He checked outside his door a few times before he crept downstairs. He checked constantly behind him before he knocked on John's door. He was scared someone would see him and he didn't really want this ruin. He didn't even wait for John to reply as he slipped into his room and shut the door. He was too worried that someone would come down for a glass of water or something. "Hey." He whispered and looked up at John. His heart was racing faster than it ever had and he couldn't seem to calm down.

Stranger: John looked up as Sherlock came in, smile slipping onto his lips as he pulled the covers down a bit for Sherlock to join him. John's room didn't have much in, it was roomier than the others, it had a spacious bed and a few of John's personal belongings inside. Books, photos, trinkets. It was very John. "Hello,come in." John greeted, patting the space beside him as he put the bookmark in and set the book on the bedside table. "No one is awake? You're pretty sneaky so I'm sure you're fine." He teased, smile only growing wider.

You: Sherlock looked around at the rather big room and smiled a little. He could see photos and things that he knew were special to John, it was a wonder to get to see them all. He moved over to John's bed and moved to get beside him, looking around some more. "I.. yes, I'm pretty sure that no one else is awake. I checked so many times, I was so scared someone would see me." He muttered and then pressed a kiss to his cheek and then grinned. "I can't believe I'm here. I'm honestly so lucky." He mumbled.

Stranger: "I didn't realise you were so upset, and I felt awful, this is the least I can do." John smiled, shuffling down and pulling Sherlock in close. "Did you mean what you said, in the kitchen?" He asked, having meant to ask for some hours now, his hand sliding to the small of Sherlock's back. "I want this. Something normal, to be close before having to go through the heats all over again. I know it never feels real. We might be bonded but I feel it divided and it's... Difficult." John explained, not wanting to dwell on the negative too much. "How can it be frowned upon to just have one partner, you know?" Thinking, John stroked a hand down Sherlock's back. "Where would you be, where would you want to be, if I'd never bonded with you?"

You: "Hey. I didn't want to make you upset." Sherlock said with a small smile and moved close to John. "Yes. I really meant it. I want you." He whispered and then closed his eyes. "I understand. It doesn't feel as good as what it did today, kissing you outside of a heat, it feels normal and natural and just.. something different." He commented and then sighed a little bit. He didn't know how it could be frowned upon, he really didn't understand the world sometime. He wished that they could be together like this. Sherlock looked up at John when he asked that question before he shrugged. "I don't know. I've never thought of a life outside of you. You are all I've ever known and I'm glad, because you are something else, you are something special."

Stranger has disconnected.

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Blank Slate (January 2017)

During the first week of January, I was still on this mindset of getting rid of what I didn’t need anymore. It was only fitting that I got rid of all of my hair even though it was an accident. 

I was browsing Omegle one night when I came across someone who said that they were a hairstylist. It was a black screen with no microphone, so I just had to imagine she was who  she said they was. 

The person behind the screen told me that she felt really inspired when she looked at me. She said that looking at my current hairstyle, an out-grown bob, if I trimmed it to cheekbone-length, it would be way more flattering. Don’t even tempt me with cutting my hair because I will do it. 

She first walked me through cutting my bangs, and they kept getting shorter and shorter. I was satisfied with the results, though. For once, I didn’t think I butchered my bangs. It gave me the confidence to proceed with what she wanted me to do next. 

She said that in order to pull off the next part of the haircut, I had to give myself an undercut with an electric razor. I’d never done that before, and especially not on the back of my head. I kept messing up and had to go higher and shorter. Then I disappeared from the camera view for about 20 minutes because I was shaving the rest of my hair off. 

Now I was completely bald-headed. I showed myself on the screen, and the person was in shock. She said she was really sorry that she lead me to shaving all my hair off, and that she didn’t mean for it to come to having no hair in the end. She asked me if I was okay. 

I was better than okay. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I thought “Well, it’s actually not bad. I think I look pretty bad-ass.” 

I told her that it wasn’t her fault since I was the one actually going through with the actions. It was my decision to just say “Fuck it. Here goes nothing.”

I was excited to see the reactions of my siblings who were hanging out downstairs with their friends. It was actually the coldest week of the year and there was supposed to be snow that weekend, so everyone’s friends were spending the night. I came downstairs at 2 AM to grab a glass of water, and my sister’s initial reaction was “OH MY GOD. WHY DID YOU DO THAT?”

It was comical that her friends weren’t as shocked, and that they assumed that my brother and sister had already seen me that way. They thought this was definitely something that I would do, so they weren’t surprised. 

I went to bed that night, freezing. I didn’t think that all that hair I had before really gave me that much body heat, but once it was gone, it was done. 

I posted a new picture of myself to show the world what I had done to myself, not really knowing what kind of reactions I would get. I checked my notifications the next morning, and to my surprise, I’d received several new friend requests all from weird bald-fetish dudes, and I’d gotten about 100 likes overnight each on both Facebook and Instagram.

Wow. People really liked me with no hair, huh? I couldn’t believe how positive the response was. 

Although I didn’t initially shave my head for any particular reason, the reason came afterwards. I learned that the reason for my lack of hair was to see how much I could grow from it physically and mentally. It was to show me that beauty wasn’t everything, and that sometimes the simplicity of having your own personality shine through made you way more beautiful than any hair could have done for you. It was so that I had to get used to looking in the mirror, seeing all my flaws for what they were, and not be able to hide from them anymore. I was now exposed. 

I liked that shaving my head was against the norm, and that it really sifted through the assholes. It made me realize how important and valuable hair is to society when I used to take it for granted. Certain people hated my new look and were afraid to talk to me because of it, and other people wanted to talk to me and rub my fuzzy head because they thought I was brave and cool. 

I had the chance to uncover and reveal myself. I found that I really liked who I was, and that other people respected that.

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I went on Omegle Video and got undressed for boys without showing my face. I regret it and it was a one time thing. I am so stressed now I can't even sleep. Please help... I just need to hear something from someone. My anxiety is flowing back in

Okay, love. Breathe and get rid of the anxiety first. That’s the most important thing. If you’re underage, you literally CANNOT do that again, because it’s illegal. But right now, what’s done is done, so focus on the way you treat yourself from this situation.

First off, there is literally nothing /inherently/ wrong with that. If it was illegal, that’s an issue. But it sounds like it was your choice and you were taking ownership of your body and feeling confidence in yourself and that’s not a problem. I think there’s this societal idea that girls and women aren’t allowed to be curious about sex stuff. I just can’t agree with that. I’m the kind of person who needs the information, so as a teenager I was constantly trying to figure out what turned me on and how I felt about that. Think of it as a learning experience�� if you get hot from it, awesome, now you know something about yourself (but don’t do it again until you’re 18 or older.) If you didn’t, you just learned a hard limit.

But please don’t feel shame for trying to learn something about yourself or for being curious about being perceived as sexy and beautiful. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to feel that way. It’s why sometimes we wake up and put on see through underwear even when nobody’s going to know we’re wearing it. It’s why we buy sexy bras even when we’re single. It’s why we wear short skirts with heels that make our legs look good. Being sexy can equal confidence for some people and there’s nothing wrong with interest in sex and feeling wanted.

But the other thing in your other message, about feeling lonely and unwanted– I promise you, there are other women and girls who have done plenty of shit they would never admit to (myself included.) There are plenty of girls who have done the exact thing you have and felt the exact way you do about it. There are also girls who become sexually liberated from it. Try to figure out why you did it in the first place and if your shame is inherent or because of societal morals telling you that it’s wrong (and, once again, if it’s illegal, don’t do it again.) And nothing about this should make you feel unwanted. You are not damaged or broken from this in any way. You’re okay, I promise you. You’re okay, you’re safe, and you are in the company of so many other women and girls who are trying to figure their bodies and sexualities out the same way you are. Cut yourself some slack, okay? And please get some rest. Update me and let me know if you can sleep.

And a side note, please note that my insistence that you don't do this again until you're 18 is not meant to shame you. It's for your protection only. I completely understand that girls who are underage have a sex drive and there's nothing wrong with that. There's nothing wrong with masturbating or doing other legal sexual-related things with people your age. Just make sure it's safe, sane, and consensual. Don't take shame and body negativity away from this experience. You should have sex positivity in any way you can-- it is extremely important that you feel safe and comfortable in sexual situations even though you may not feel safe about them right now.