#real life story

[paperbackribs]

Steve stares down at the coffee cup, bottom lip near quivering. The edges of it are sharp: geometric shapes carved into its curved, green sides.

"Baby," Eddie says softly, as quiet as almost two decades ago when he'd just as tenderly confessed his doomed love to the boy he'd thought was straight.

"Baby," Eddie repeats with a touch more humour, knowing how emotional Steve becomes at the end of the school year. "What you got there, sweetheart?"

Steve looks up with eyes overflowing with emotion, not quite tearing up, but the hint of it hovering at their back. "She said I revitalised her love of learning."

"Big word," Eddie gently jokes but Steve's brow crumples even further as he chokes out, "I taught her that when--"

"Shh," Eddie interjects, swallowing his chuckle as he cups Steve's face fondly, thinking of every choked expression, every blubbering confession of a student doing their damned best in the face of everyone thinking they'd do their worst.

"She obviously had a great teacher, to give him such a great gift."

As expected, Steve starts to blubber again and Eddie feels his heart flow over for this wonderful man. A grown boy who looked after his nerdy flock in Hawkins, who then turned into a man that looked after all those that needed him the most.

Eddie will never stop wondering how he lucked out in life, in his partner, but he'll also never stop looking into this beautiful face of constellations and ask, "And what else, my love?"

[tteessiiee]

Real life feedee be like:

My physiotherapy classmate (gym rat ofc): *looks at me smiling and sais "Sport is our life. Isn't it?"

Me: "Em... Not that much actually."

Him: *confused, not smiling anymore*

He kinda cares about me, such a sweetie. He sometimes tries to convince me to move more (he noticed im slowly getting fatter). And today i really saw the pitty and pain in his eyes, as if he was thinking "girllll, you should do some sport, you are getting fat 🥺"

Poor boy, he has no idea i'm a feedee and i gonna gain way more 🐷✨

Btw he also told me that his bmi is higher than 30. But not because of fat - he is so muscular! And muscles are heavy. And you know what i almost replied? "Well my isnt 30, not yet" 😂 I stopped myself so i just nod and didnt say anything 🤣 Actually it probably gonna be 30 before i finish the university... 👉👈💕🍩

[letstalkshipping]

If you're the Aussie girl who has Jared's face printed on both the back and front of your seat covers in your car... thankyou, you're a flipping legend and you made my day. 🤣

[muffinmonstah-art]

Numa y Nando

"Numa made his presence felt through quiet heroics: no one fought harder for our survival, no one inspired more hope, and no one showed more compassion for the ones who suffered the most. Even though he was a new friend for most of us, I believe Numa was the best loved man on the mountain." - Nando Parrado

[doglover43]

hachiko (2009) 🐾

[p-tinkie-85]

A little update between me and my crush

Well, he's not moving back to my city, he's staying where he is now.

Today I finally dared to confess that I like him and that I want more than just friendship with him and that I meant everything seriously.

Warning, now comes the sad part

He rejected me but he still wants to try to stay friends with me.

I accepted it but it also hurt. I wanted to be in a romantic relationship with him, this time in real life and not in my dreams, but I can never think about that again. I've been rejected before but this time it hit really hard because I really loved him.

So that's it for now. I don't want to talk about love again for now and if it's okay, I'll take a "Kakavege break". At least until I feel better. I even wanted to call my crush Kakarot (please don't ask why). Of course I can still do that, but not more as a "cute nickname". He actually likes carrots, that's where i got the idea.

I'm so sorry everyone but I thinks it's for the best if I just stop posting Kakavege stuff and more Gochi and Vegebul. I hope you understand that.

See you soon

[asherisawkward]

Are au's where Belos is "good" or get's a redemption an insult / offensive to abuse victims?

I don’t think so. I’m going to share an example of something similar that happened in my family for an explanation.

My dad grew up with a pretty terrible alcoholic for a father. He would yell, hit his family, and threaten them. A couple times the police were called from what I heard. One of the stories he ever told me specifically was when my dad was young. My grandfather threw a mug at him from across the room, and it hit him in the head. Dad still has the scar from that, and it was forty years ago.

In short, it was hellish and incredibly unsafe. My dad got himself out of there, put himself through college, and did a lot of really amazing things.

When dad was older, my grandfather started going to alcoholic support groups and therapy so he could work on his addiction. He was able to go to my parents’ wedding, and was an actual part of my dad’s life again. When he died, he was more than twenty years sober, and my dad speaks fondly of him.

If people can change that way in real life, I don’t understand how it could be harmful to depict it in fiction. It would need to be done carefully, because abuse is a complicated situation. It doesn’t always get better, and people don’t always redeem themselves from that.

But it’s possible, and I find it heartening to read.

[rosethrorn]

The girl I have a crush on, hugging me close and putting my hand on her thigh: Man. I’m so sad and lonely. *talks about her feelings*

Me: *is panicking because my hand is on her thigh*

[heybruhh]

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[stewy]

when my supervisor calls me out for not paying attention to the toddler eating the 3-day-old cheerios off the floor bc i was trying to stop another toddler from eating plastic

[harrison-abbott]

Did they ever make you do ‘Solo Talks’ in school? Whereby they got you to get up in front of the class and speak in front of a room full of people? It was about the hardest, most nerve wracking thing to do when you were eleven or twelve.

I remember doing one at that age, in English class. I think it was based on a personal story of some sort. Whereby you had to go up and talk about an experience that happened to you.

Up in front of the thirty kids and the teacher I began telling my story. I am a naturally shy person, and my voice quivered and faltered as I tried to recollect the tale – which was about my first football game when I was in primary school, playing for the team. (It was all I could think of as a personal experience that they had us write the essay on originally.)

And, mid-speech, I looked up, and there was this kid in the front row. He was called Sean White. And he was a right aggressive, mean boy, with spiky Bart Simpson hair. And he just scowled at me – for some reason – just gave me this sneer when I caught his eye.

It made me blush. I blushed all tomato in the face after that scowl of his. Then I fumbled even further, because, blushing in front of thirty people is never pleasant.

I think the teacher gave me a D on the grade.

Anyway.

A few years later, in fourth year. I was still in Sean White’s English class. Was a wee bit older these days.

And we were working in groups at tables. Or, I think the teacher paired me with somebody else to do a task – and got me to sit next to Sean White. He mentioned by the by that he was going to a Hibs game (the football team) that night. And I mentioned that they were my team as well.

So we got speaking a little about football.

And then the task ended. The stuff we were working on. And I noticed that my usual seat up ahead in the classroom was free. So I got up to go back to my ordinary seat.

Sean called to me, “Harry, just stay here.” Meaning, he was inviting me to sit next to him. But I still remembered what he’d done to me on that solo talk.

I pointed at my usual seat, shrugged and said, “I’m just going back.”

And he scowled in that same virile ugly manner as he had done a couple of years back. This screwed up expression. But it didn’t make me blush this time.

[jazzdailyblog]

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[jeonsupershy]

me: sees a black cat

also me: hehe that's totally jeon wonwoo

[lgbtq-archives]

Dwelling on regrets or embracing challenges?

[p-tinkie-85]

I was in a bit of a bad mood today

My mom suggested see the Deadpool & Wolverine movie in the cinema and so far everything has been fine.

I was supposed to check our cinema's website to see when the movie was showing and found out that it was only for people at 16 years. I didn't care about the age rating because I had seen the first part a few days ago, so I knew what to expect. I don't know about you, but here in Germany we have the Youth Protection Act and there are rules when it comes to going to the cinema.

Movies for ages 0 and over: No restrictions

Movies for ages 6 and over: Probably with an adult if you are under 6 Movies for ages 12 and over: Allowed for ages 12 and over, under 12 only with an adult

Movies for ages 16 and over: No exceptions! Not even if parents are present and IDs will be checked!

Movies for ages 18 and over: No exceptions! Not even if parents are present and IDs will be checked!

And when I read that I was angry and sad at the same time! I was so looking forward to the movie and the stupid youth protection law ruined it and there was no other movie I wanted to watch.

It's become really strict these days when it comes to ID and checks, even on buses and trains. They don't just check your ticket, they check your goddamn ID too! I'm a student and with a student ID it shouldn't normally be a problem. But I go to a crappy school with crappy quality and they can't even manage to make decent student IDs!! I have to sign again every time because the ink disappears every time. That would make people think it's a fake.

Back to the topic of cinemas, there too it is mandatory to check, so your ID will be checked there too. And this was my reaction:

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!!

THIS IS REAL LIFE, NOT ACTION OR A SPY FILM, AND YET YOU GET CHECKED JUST BECAUSE YOU WANT TO WATCH A MOVIE AND EVEN THOUGH YOU KNOW WHAT'S COMING, THEY STILL DON'T LET YOU THROUGH!! AND AGAIN IN GERMANY!! FUCKING GERMANY!! THEY ARE ACTUALLY NOT THAT STRICT EVEN BACK IN THE DAY WHEN IT COMES TO THE CINEMA BUT NOOOOO!! I'D RATHER MOVE TO AMERICA, WOE DON'T GET IT EVEN STRIKER THERE!!

Yes, I'm sorry, it's none of your business but I still have to get it off my chest somehow. But really, that's not okay, it shouldn't happen and whoever has done it will get something like this from me:

I've calmed down again and probably won't say something like that otherwise I'll get in trouble for calling someone a bastard or insulting them in general, but it will be something similar.

I was in Vegeta phase earlier: I was pissed off and completely stubborn and of course a bit depressed. Now I'm feeling a bit better.

Have a nice day/evening and see you soon 🤗

[space-blue]

Wait what's this about neo nazis in memorabilia??

I mean, there simply are neo nazis in NZ.

The main shocker for me was how open they were. It wasn't so much of a problem in Wellington apparently, but I was told they were way more prevalent in... Napier, iirc.

Anyway, I was walking down Cuba st, *the* Wellington downtown hangout, middle of the day on a sunny Sunday... And I see this guy with his goth GF... He had that bavarian dungaree thing on, big work boot and knee high socks for the full look, and his tee shirt had a portrait of Hitler on a backdrop of Nazi flag.

On his chest.

And I just gaped and looked at him, waiting for someone to curb stomp him. But nobody did! Like, get out of your house like this in Paris where I'm from, and you're a fucking smear on the pavement before the hour is gone. You'll be made into a statistic.

But nobody did or said anything, and my friend explained, you know, things are different here, people were so far removed from the war... And other hogwash to try and excuse 21st century people tolerating fan clothing of the biggest, most famous genocidal maniac ever.

Kiwis are lovely, but in that regard, definitely too chill. I never encountered much racism, certainly *nothing* like the shite I saw in OZ, but that nazi bloke on a midday stroll downtown really made me queezy.