#shes so confusing or im so retarded

[qzse-rtv]

Like fr what am i supposed to understand she asks me when im free all the time when we can go talk and all for 2 weeks, makes fun of guys that hit on her from other unit, the entire base is making fun about shipping us together and we talked like 3 days ago about hanging out in civilian blah blah

Now tonight i even ask my sgt if its okay to go out for just 3 hrs to hang out with her and i wont get back to camp at 3am wasted, my unit isnt even allowed out tomorrow while her unit is so im taking all risks and all

And just tonight aftzr i asked all that she says she doesnt want to bc she doesnt want problems... Like girl what your sergent is fucking with all the dudes on this base shes even proud of it you're not going to have problems bc you hang out with me outside

[thefemcelthatdeservesbetter]

Um i haven't been on tumblr in so long

Summer has been going fine... I think. I felt a lot better because i had fun thrifting... After going on a small vacation trip I've been just staying at home doing nothing.

I was at the mall once, as i walked by a guy i noticed he smiled, looking at me. I wasn't quick to react so i only smiled back for a second.. i felt so insane my heart was beating so fast but yeah.. Later on i realized he didn't smile at me he just happened to look at me while laughing with his friend. Ugh. But it's fine.

I think that buying clothes makes me a bit happy, i feel like they could maybe make up for my lack of attractiveness. I don't want to consider myself a loser or an incel anymore even if it means becoming what i hate about girls my age. If i become a bitch will i fit in???

I thought maybe the only reason i feel bad sometimes is because I'm lonely, kinda?? If i had friends to hang out with i wouldn't care about the way I'd look, I'd just have fun. My bestfriend's never available and I'm starting to feel like she doesn't like me anymore. We never text, barely once a week or less. I know I'm super boring but i can have conversations sometimes. But it's she doesn't even want to. I know she has other friends and she texts them all the time probably. I don't know how to be funny, I don't know how to be interesting. Especially over text ... Because when you're with your friend irl, you're stuck with them, if you don't wanna get bored, you HAVE to talk. Since they'd be fine with anything to be kept entertained, i can just yap about some show i watched or food i ate.

However when you're texting they can just ghost you or leave you on seen... Every time i send her a reel she doesn't even text me back but just emoji reacts to it, with the same stupid meat emoji. I wonder if she even watches them. I mean.. the least she could do is give her opinion on it??? I don't know..

I feel like we're so different. She texts that dude she used to like (who is the same dude that was ashamed to be my "friend") and when i realized that, i was like oh ok. He initially was MY friend, not even a friend, a classmate. I'm not saying that in a "ohh im so jealous he's MY friend not HERS!!!!" way. I'm clarifying that because it sounds like it. I'm jealous, yeah but not about him specifically. It's just that, I've known him for longer than her, they don't even go to the same school, they're not even SUPPOSED to know each other. He didn't text me once this summer even though we're "friends", oh yeah right, except for when he wanted to know my results on final exams. While he texts HER , probably everyday. Just like how he snaps girls in my class. I'm not jealous, like jealous, I'm just confused on why am i the only one treated differently.

I don't know if it's because of how i look or if I genuinely act like a retard. Am i not fun???? Am i boring??? Am i not girly enough??? Am i not enough of a teenager?? Is it my body? The way i talk? I'd like to understand why. I'd like to know what they have that i don't.

My best friend has mental illnesses, she says she feels empty and depressing stuff like that. When I'm normal, I'm psychologically healthy. People usually mock people that are mentally ill but oh it's TOTALLY fine because she's "hot". She's "a baddie" so she can be fixed. I'm not jealous, just envious that they have a different treatment. I'm not thinking "they don't deserve it" but just why not me too.

I keep asking myself what about me i have to change to be like them. Am i not mature enough?? Do i not look mature enough? Am i too much if a kid??? I want to be the "omg i wanna be her friend so bad" girl and not the "ah that's the retarded weirdo of the class". Why are teenagers complicated like that?? I wish i was more confident. I think that it influences the way people treat me too, my lack of self esteem and affirmation makes them feel superior.

I'm so nervous about back to school. I'm finally entering highschool and uhh I don't know how to feel about it. I don't want to. I'm worried of standing out tok much, I'm worried of not standing out enough. I want to be noticed, just not in the wrong way. I don't wanna be a stuoid loser anymore. I want to weak make up too and dress pretty and do everything other girls do. I want my highschool years to be just like in movies. I wanna make girl friends who i can talk about girl stuff with. I want friends who will hang out with me all the time, and throw slumber parties with them. That's lowkey so unrealistic but i still hope for it a little. I'm afraid it'll actually be the worst years of my life.

I need to put on weight and buy some makeup. I don't think i even care about boys anymore. I just want to fit in and have friends. Boys at my school are so lame, that's why I don't have a boyfriend. I don't need one, I'm super young.

[bloodndrool]

hiihaiii guys so m loek super hungover rn with the workds worst tummy ache

not fun at all (；ω；)

n even worse !! so like last night i was deinking with my mum and one of her friends out on our porach , n tell me why this lil insecure bitch told me im being inappropriate ????????

liek helllooooo .... ????? veheyr confusing. i was literally sitting there kinda resging back on my arms and singing to themusicb i had put on but according to her , be ause of how i was sitting around another man ( had shorts on that weren't short at all , DOUBLE layered pj shorts actually ermmm ) n just being comfortable i was being inappropriate so she sent me back into the house !!

i really fucking h8 my mom sometimes it sucks qhen ur ownb mother tries to view u as competition to her for a grown man's attention. like i was legit js chillin and trying to vibe to the music while plastered but her jealous ass got all weird against her OWN DAUGHTERRREE.

atp slit vertically bitch your worthless holes r used tf out and i don't ecen want him in the first place LOLLLLL u can keep the beer bellied pot roastie ugly ass retard to urseld stupid bitch

this tummy ache is no fun eitherr (；ω；)

- luv , an icky minded girl

[bootydoodie609]

TESTING TESTING🤓

Ok um first fanfic since forever this my alt account og is darealbadger or something also this is going to be in my best writing form ever. don’t make fun of me I have autism 😭 also might be series of anyone likes it😋also it’s me in it😡ALSO ALSO might me smuty😭

The sun rises over my calm town well it is until I hear screams and gun shots

“What the hell..?”

I go back inside my house, yeah I think I’ll stay inside today.. and maybe wait a couple hours.. eh fuck it I’ll just go out! I walk out the door and take a deep breath in my South Park pajamas and my System of a Down tee shirt

“The birds are singing the sun is shining the people are dying! What a wonderful day wait people dying-?” I just now notice that almost the entire neighborhood is fucking murdered

“oh how fun..”I say as I step over the land mines of dead bodies out to the middle of the street just about to go to the gas station for snacks before going back in my house for the rest of the day(I’d like to live). I keep walking to the gas station my headphones on blaring metal trying to block out the screams of people dying “so much for peace and quiet..” I say whispering to myself looking down at my phone as I bump into somebody well I probably didn’t see him because he’s WAY shorter than me

“Oh shit man I didn’t see you there!”I say reaching a hand out to him, this dude with a black trench coat red button up and some damn pretty hair his long shoulders length black hair, I look him up and down admiring his looks “are you ok?” He’s looking up at me not moving for a couple of seconds flinching when I reach my hand out before he grabs it and gets up “T-thanks..” he mumbles under his breath “I’m sorry what did you say little man?” He looks me up and down embarrassed but I see a look of fear and rage in his eyes “I-I said thank you ma’am..” I nod my head “yeah your welcome but are you ok?” “O-oh uh yes..?” That’s weird he like asked himself? I keep looking him up and down and FINALLY notice he’s had a gun “what’s that gun for cowboy?” Now a bit confused by that i raise an eyebrow.

Dudes pov:

“What’s that gun for cowboy?” Her voice rings in my ear in too stunned to answer her I look down at it and back up at her

“I-I don’t know…” god I’m pathetic I sound like a kicked dog this is embarrassing!

Tell her you’re going to bring it to a friend

The voice rings in my ear “i-im going to bring it to a friend??” She looks me up and down like prey watching the gears turn in her head as my eyes wander around her body taking her in “well then! You know why all these crazy people are screaming though?” Oh shit oh shit oh shit she knows she knows!

Calm down idiot you’re overreacting! Just tell her you don’t know! God think for yourself..

“Oh jeez I don’t know” I shrug my shoulders as I start sweating at her questioning thinking she’s gonna find me out “well this is the probably the worst day I’ve ever had..” she says putting her hands in her.. pajama pants?! God she’s not in her best state either I’m guessing “oh why’s that?” I say questioning her now getting her to stop asking me questions is better “well it’s a bit better now cuz such a pretty boy is in front of me!” She says grinning and patting my back. WAIT PRETTY?!

She must be more mad than you!

Shut up.. “p-pretty me?” I say looking around for anyone around “yeah no shit! You didn’t know?!” She says genuinely confused “oh you’re making me blush..!” I say covering my face god I can’t believe this pretty girl is calling ME pretty “well jeez I’m pretty too?” Oh god did I say that out loud!? “Yeah?” FUCK FUCK FUCK

good going retard can’t do anything right?

The voice’s laugher echoing in my head “I um I got to go..” I say stumbling away “oh ATLEAST let me get your number!” She says as she grabs my shoulder turning me around and looking at me “pleaseee?” Oh jeez how could I say no? “Uh- Um- Sure?!” I take her hand and a pen out and write my number down

JESUS PINHEAD JUST GET PEICE OF PAPER OR- or just write on her hand and you’re already doing it! God..

She laughs at my stupid mistake.. oh god her laugh it’s just, god… “thanks dork.. now I guess you could just go on about your day! I’ll be calling you later remember!” She says walking away is she..?

Oh god she’s skipping away… I hope she doesn’t fall- and she did..

Oh god.. she actually might be crazier than me..

[lietuvens]

anywhayz today i woke up feeling gross in my body. i dont understand how people fuck around without commitments and not cry. talked to my flatmate about how she is tired from her hoe phase yet she loved it and i dont understand it at all. there are guys hitting on me, some boring random npc’s(im sorry but ) and i just feel so alien to myself. im so frustrated when i feel how people see me as someone they would like to fuck but not as a person. i feel like when they look at me they dont see me at all and they dont hear me at all. i feel mute.

if you’re not gonna kill for me , ride or die for me , why would i let you hit?

i dont feel respected if you fuck me and dont love me. i feel like just flesh with a soul thats forgotten in the mud, non important part for all. ive gotten in these situations for a year now. esp last january and february. i was so confused. a few months ago i slept with some random boring guy just because i wanted to have sex and the sex was horrible.

maybe the problem is me? maybe when people sleep with each other it still involves some kind of love? projecting? but no i do love and i care for such vulnerabilities as having nothing on in front of someone else. everyone is just retarded and horny and these dayzzculture doesnt make it better . its okay i mean good for the hoes. why cant i be one? it feels so horrible to sleep with someone who doesn’t love you. i want to go home then, back to my childhood, back before anything ever ever happened and hide. i think i need to choose better men maybe. but even then whats the point of it without commitememt .its all the same

i feel like ive missed something that everyone knows how to accept

[aw-tysm]

i see people talk about "low support needs" autistics all the time but ive never seen any actual agreement on who falls under that category and im not really comfortable with how willing everyone is to assign that label to strangers on the internet.

ive had a lot of people tell me im obviously low support needs because im not diagnosed, but the reason im not diagnosed is because of medical discrimination. my results were "an autism diagnosis would be applicable for how you scored but we think you lied about your symptoms so we arent diagnosing you."

and ive had people argue that im obviously low support needs because i dont have a caregiver but i dont have a caregiver because im not diagnosed because of medical discrimination? i am still totally reliant on my loved ones for survival. i just dont have an actual official caregiver because i am being severely medically neglected.

it just feels like the conversation around autism is being dominated exclusively by heavily medicalized autistic people and that scares me because some of the most vulnerable autistic people are those who never get diagnosed because of medical discrimination.

and like. the way everyone talks about masking makes me uncomfortable because everyone acts like they all know what "masking" is but everything i hear about it makes me more confused and upset. people keep talking about it like its some special ability that makes you less vulnerable and that makes me feel like i cant possibly be masking then because i am not less vulnerable.

i just. i have brain damage and supposedly "mid/high" support needs autistics on here keep literally calling me retarded because i dont agree with them calling me "low support needs" and so im just. wary of treating these labels as gospel.

it feels like there is literally no room in the autism community for those of us who are anti-psych because of trauma with the medical system. i dont even want a diagnosis anymore, theyre going to use it to strip away my autonomy even more. and that makes me too scared to feel safe around other autistic people.

i want to keep following you but im starting to not feel safe because you say a lot of the same things as the people who mock me for not wanting to be called "low support needs" when im. literally not?

I'm not sure how to answer this ask or even if I should answer this ask. But I'll answer it anyways.

Support needs and levels (depending where you are) for autism specifically, are usually determined by professionals. Not from the individual. There is no set standard across the globe for diagnosing these and it is one of the things a lot of us autistics find very frustrating. These can fluctuate over your life time but not on a daily basis. In the sense that general support needs for everyone can fluctuate on a daily basis, but autism support needs/levels aren't based on that.

I do know that you can use support need labels for other disabilities too. But that's not something I'm too knowledgable on to speak on.

Masking is essentially just your ability to fit in, to camouflage, to appear socially appropriate. It usually invloves holding back stimming, using scripting for conversations, trying to make eye contact, matching facial and body expressions, matching tone of voice appropriately to the conversation, trying to match emotions appropriately to the situation like laughing when others laugh. It's literally about appearing socially appropriate whilst holding back the things we naturally do that aren't considered "appropriate".

A caregiver does not have to be someone that is paid to care for you. A caregiver in a lot of cases can also just be a loved one like a parent. For example, my mum takes me to my appointments, she drives me other places like shops or outings, she speaks up on my behalf when I can't speak or when I don't unerstand things, she is an authority on all my accounts so she can deal with the parts I find difficult, she helps me fill out forms, etc.. She is considered a caregiver and does not get paid for it. So I'm not quite sure what you're talking about there.

You mention that you have brain damage? Is that diagnosed? Brain damage can look a lot like autism but not be autism. Sometimes autism can be misdiagnosed when it's actually brain damage (have a person in my life who has this issue currently). And sure you can have both. But I mention it, because if the kind you have has the ability to mimic autism symptoms and you're already diagnosed with that, can you not get help with some of that at least? This also is included in support needs for disability too? Bcus it's still a disability? I'm not entirely sure on how the processes work around that so my questions here are genuine.

A lot of the autism community is dominated by the voices of lower support needs autistics. The kind of autistics who don't believe autism is a disorder, that it's only a difference. Who think that only societal accommodations are what we need. Who don't believe in severity. Who want to de-medicalise autism. Who are heavily spreading around misinformation. Who are literally biting themselves in their own butts due to this.

And then higher support needs autistics have to step up to try and set things right. A lot of us aren't one model over the others (like social vs medical). A lot of us believe many models need to work together in tandem to help autistics get the best kinds of supports and treatments we need. But we still need the medical model in this. We can't scrap one model over another.

A lot of higher support needs autistics are CONSTANTLY fighting for lower support needs autistics. Who are constantly saying that they ALSO NEED help and support. That they deserve to have that help and support. They're constantly reminding lower support needs autistics that they will still have struggles and that's okay. But it is so important to also acknowledge that there is a spectrum and there is severity in the spectrum where some autistics will need far more support and to a greater extent than other autistics (for autism alone even), and that's also okay.

You say that the conversation around autism is "dominated by heavily medicalized autistic people". But it's not? What you're seeing is autistics trying to speak up for ourselves because there's a big portion of the community that is causing more harm than good.

And heavily medicalised autistics? Are you referring to those who didn't have a choice in diagnosis? Those of us who had no choice but to get diagnosis because if we didn't we'd be far worse off? Those of us who are forced to give up some of our autonomy or rights due to the accommodations and supports a diagnosis gives far outweighing the cons of diagnosis?

And this isn't to invalidate those who are really struggling to get diagnosis. That is a whole thing a lot of us want fixed as well. A lot of us want easier and cheaper access to diagnosis. Easier and cheaper access to accommodations and support. We want standardised testing across the world and we want professionals to be up to date and properly trained. Most of us acknolwedge that these things are a big problem.

And if this ask is more in reference from that post I made about masking? I like to make note of struggles that lower support needs autistics can also face. As it is so incredibly important to know that they are still seen, that their struggles are valid, and that there's nothing wrong with them just because some online autistics are trying to push them out of their level/support needs.

I'm literally not claiming the support needs or levels of others? Or at least I don't think I am? So I'm not even sure what this ask is about. All I want is for others to know that they're not broken or invisible and that there struggles are valid even within the support needs/levels they have. That's literally not a bad thing?

I hope this makes sense. I know sometimes I can get all my thoughts muddled up or I might not say something the way I mean.

[royalmokwamonster]

20/5/2023

it's 3:50 in the damn morning and I have work at 1130AM... WTF!

I got fucking admitted to YorkU 48 damn hours ago.

I already accepted my offer at seneca- to that, I've been thinking about my next few years there

I already paid the down payment of $500

I spent over $300 on res that mom doesn't know about because I was so damn curious on Newnham rather than King City..then I got fucking revoked bc that was retarded asf even tho they still had 35 spots available... so why big rush me on that stupid questionnaire.

THEREFORE $800 and paying for courses havent even started yet

anddddddd I just submitted my thing to OSAP so fuck me

so yea, I am annoyed how they were fucking taking their time & playing w my feelings admitting me pretty fucking late in the game... which leads me to here trying to think straight.

I already played the hypothetical card w mom this morning if I were to change my mind to another school. and I know it will hurt her but as a front she says "everyone changes their mind" --> which btw made me internally cry bc I love her so much (increases the pressure even more to not fuck up any. decision for the following days whether I should stay in Seneca than pass my shot at York)

it was already so damn chaotic for dad to accept the fact im going to college. damn. how tf do I tell him, yeah I wasted ur money AGAIN for admission because IM CHNAGING MY MIND AGAIN but don't worry because this time it's at York...

I hate this thinking game

Cassie made a point how it is still possible to transfer no matter what

Alex too did make a point that having a balance life will be important

Judy was right this was my first choice if I were to get accepted

IM SO CONFUSED

I feel that because the last week I've been using my iPad as a check list to getting shit done like

calling PEI for a job

being transfers at PEI's Garage

pulling up at Montreal

calling Seneca for scholarships

calling Seneca for login difficulties

calling for residence info

that when and IF I were to think about York I would have to be doing all this shit in 2x speed meaningggggg

I have to inform RND and OVS to transfer my transcript to the admission office at York

get my York email working

[re]apply for residence at York

meaning my newer set of questions would be

[re]inquiring for York scholarships &&&& course enrolment

[re]applying / correcting my Osap application

alsoooo meaning that paying residence is another affaire (such as in Seneca offered 3 different options on how to pay the instalment for residence)

--- currently 4:39 AM ----

I have been on so many Reddits reviews because I am just being pulled from one side to the other when trying to decide what school VS the other.

[heartfucksmouth]

can't sleep. I find it hard to get comfortable lately and I'm kind of dreading not being able to lay on my stomach or back bc my hips are so shitty. I'm so glad I already have a body pillow but dang.

moreso, I woke up to pee and then was wide awake because I was thinking of the painful and stressful overtone in the house when it comes to myles mom. I don't want my partner to be in distress like this. and my mom offered for us to go stay with her and maybe we could save to buy a house (i really do not want to get stuck in the housing system as well, esp bc myles wouldnt be able to live with me from what ive read), but that brings its own problems with boundaries and I'm not speaking to my dad (definitively and with no end in sight) but my mom talks to him every day and sees him weekly. so it would be a relief bc we wouldn't have daily beratement and feeling like we (but mainly myles) can't exist and take up space and that im put on a pedastal bc im ~female and all men are disappointments and fuck ups or something, but I'd be inviting other potential chaos and confrontation - unless my mom really truly gets that she needs to keep her relationship with my dad separate. and I'm not her daily sounding board... I need my space. it sucks so much to feel like im stuck in this again, but it's not surprising either.

I also briefly freaked out about how we would file taxes after the baby is born. I don't even file bc of my ssdi income, but having a child might change that. and then we can't get married or I lose my ssdi payments - to get the tax breaks of having a dependent/child... so I'm just like... what is going to happen with that?

the stigma and, essentially political position, of being disabled and pregnant is ever-present in my mind.

also myles mom was like "if it's a girl, ill try to soften" and I'm like lmao but if it's a boy?? you'll continue your legacy of emotional abuse and calling the men in your life retards and making them feel worthless and flawed?? no fucking thank you...

like, fuck parents like these. I can't wait to raise my kid conscientiously and intentionally so they turn out to be a compassionate human with emotional regulation skills.

also, the whole "mother" and gendered stuff isn't usually super present in my mind, but since I'm awake and ruminating, that came up too. I do feel more female and womanly being pregnant, its hard not to, and i dont think i should be ashamed of it bc any femininity i embody tends to be both soft and strong, and i think thats empowering? I chose nonbinary to describe myself bc I really don't care for the binary we have of gender, but I don't think that negates having a more fluid relationship with gender. everyone basically calls me she/her, but I feel very clear on defining myself as nonbinary. I don't usually care how people refer to me, I think it's just too tiresome for me to bother with personally. I know how i feel, and I get that it's confusing for people to understand . I still get caught up trying to explain it, but to me, it's simply an authentic feeling and allowing myself to .. accept where I'm at every day is very self-compassionate. idk if this makes sense, it's almost 2am lol

plus everyone's question is when we find out the gender of the baby lol. me and myles talked about having the main baby clothing color be green bc I hate how clothing colors are gendered. we talked about possibly a gender neutral name, but we'll see. small things like that feel really supportive to me!

I felt some weird guilt or something after sharing the news and ultrasound with more people. everyone is so so happy for us, but . idk I almost felt shame for being happy - or like it's gonna get taken from me etc. I think it's a very vulnerable position bc there is so much attention on me and judgements are always being passed. maybe it's trying to control people's expectations of me or something, and I'm sure it's internalized stuff I still have to work through.

I just want to sleep.

[theuniverseawakens347]

why does everyone look like this little nigger family we own - Howard military inheranctance from Raymond Tom gave back w Ronald’s backing… also who there knows the NUGENT garlingtons n Hyde’s are cousins. What’s Howard’s diagnosis.. he’s an Ian in full 1/2- on a ddg* blinded by “ beauty” which is in the eye of the beholder. Money.

signed the Christmas dinner at aunt Janet’s house 2023 “ yeah I used to just spend things casually”

bc why are you reading lees thoughts out loud n making it ur own story but playing stupid when called out - Chris devours photo of you in the kitchen off hallway … fbi informant turned Steve leech criminal to get back at Lee for stealing ur money .. teaching her identity fraud switch around “ Jessie James” but it’s Bonnie in Clive … YA DIE TOGETHER FOR LETTING IT GET THIS FAR MISTER think it but don’t say it “ this is going to look like something completely different than what it is” - HOWARD NUGENT 2021 BEFORE YOU CONCENTRATION CAMPED ME IN MY FUCKING ROOM… why ya pet Wanda like a fucking psycho OVERLY AGGRESSIVE. that’s weird … what thoughts YOU HAVE ABOUT KILLING HER OR STRANGLING HER BUT SAY IT LEE.. JERKING TO KIMORA AJJA WHO GOT MY DAMN FACE MOLE N ALL JUST DARKER N MORE ASIAN FEATURES .. weird Ian WHY YOU WITH OR AS JUSTIN OF LONDON ID FRAUD BUT HIS OKAYING HELPING STEAL HOWARDS TRUCK FOR LEE N SAY MY TRISTAN DID IT W COURTNEY NAME ON THE PLATES …

AGAIN WHY WOULD YOU DO SOME DUMB ASS SHIT … TRYING TO RETURN WHAT IS MINE TO ALL TYPES OF EXs BEHIND MY BACK WHILE THEYRE FUCKING YOU TO SAY FUCK THE WHITE MAN BUT NOT LISTENING TO ME WHEN IM TELLING YOU WHO IN MY BIRTH FAMILY AND DATING TREE I TRUST.

I got friend issues and cut bitches off N IAN WHY WOULD YOU THINK THATS A SAFE PLACE TO HELP ME RETURN HOME … N LEE WHY YOU SAYING THRSE FUCKTARD CRIMALS YOU MADE ARE MY FAMILY FOR HOWARD TO TRUST … N HOWARD WHY YOU NOT CHECKING WITH LAPD OR THE COURT WHERE I WAS ADOPTED .. UR BOTH CRIMALS AND THAT ADOPTION ALONE ALL THE WITNESSES ARE ACESSORIES TO A CRIME YOU WITNESS THEM LEGALLY* KIDNAP ME AND DO ID FRAUD AND ADOPT ME TO SOMEONE ELSE ANOTHER WHITE MAN STEEVE LEECH KEVIN SPACEY BUT USING GATES NAME.

WHY WAS THAT NECESSARY!? - RUNNING FROM CRIME GRANNY FLORANCE TOLD TOU SHE DIDNT WANT ME BEING ADOPTED TO YOU AND TO RETURN ME BACK TO MY RIGHTFUL FATHER , DWAYNE JOHNSON… BUT YOU ONLY KNOW HIM AS THE ROCK THE. LEE YA FORGED MY BIRTH CERTIFICATE TO SAY JULIO A 60 YR OLD MAN IS MY DAD WHEN I WAS BORN … WHATS on cois birth certificate WHAT YA CHANGING ALL US AROUND ..

here’s why BC ONE OF YOU FUCKS LEE GARLINGTON FAMILY WAS AROUND DURING THE BEGINNING OF KILLING ME AT BENNI POPING UP TO HELP AND DISAPPEARING WHEN UR GOOD… THE. YOU SAID HMM. PROTOJEE KNOW IT ALL KILL EM AND RECYCLE DNA MAKE OUR OWN SLAVES.,. NOW WE HERE - SIMIONE TOKO READY TO KILL YOU FOR FUCKING GOOD. YOU FUCKING GOOFS.

Howard why would you think I’m sleeping with Ben and tell Tina that or lee tell Tristan’s step mom that or even him… BEN IS MY SKY FAMILY I DONT PAY HIM BC TRADE FOR TRADE I WON MY BODY COMP FAIR N SQUARE AND I GIVE HIM TRAINING KNOWLEDGE AND HE PROVIDES ME A PLAYGROUND TO PLAY ALSO BEST FUCKING FRIEND YOU IDIOTIC PIECE OF SHIT. SAME WITH TRISTAN MY BEST FUCKING FRIENDS ALL PLAYING UR RETARDED ASSES BC YOU HAVENT DONE SHIT RIGHT BY ME IN MY MONEY NAME MY MORTAL NAME NOR MY SKIY NAME.

SO FUCK YOU ON FULL U LOST N CONFUSED GOOD. YOU DESERVE IT!!

[serith871-blog]

Bro the only situations that need to be explained are the ones you never address.

The internet is in fact real. It is a real technology full of real people who think real thoughts and have real beliefs. In maintaining this false distinction, you are either a) actually misunderstanding the internet and therefore not mature enough to be talking about kink on it, or b) deliberately misconstruing it, and are therefore most likely a predator.

If you get an "I don't know" in a live scenario, you stop. Active, enthusiastic consent means that anything that isn't an unambiguous yes is to be treated as a no. Again, either you legitimately don't understand this and have the responsibility to go away and learn, or you definitely do understand it and are pretending not to so you have an excuse to ignore boundaries.

BDSM is not the realm of pushing barriers in the sense you mean it. The barrier-pushing happens when the scene is being negotiated. Or maybe it's the whole existence of kink as opposed to vanilla sex. But a boundary within a scene is inviolable.

And this last point is maybe more controversial, but no, you don't keep going until the other party ghosts you. This is the part that makes me think you're a garden-variety sociopath. You have a responsibility to think and think again about how your content could be received before you post it.

TL;DR: You are at best terribly misinformed and at worst actively dangerous. Get off the internet immediately.

First, the fact that you remain anonymous confuses me? If you seek to lecture me then should you not reveal yourself? Now let me go point by point.

As you can see from my bio, im in my mid 30s. To me the internet is not real. I grew up with it. I remember back when there were no rules on the internet. I remember when you were expected to take care of yourself. You can only be scammed or effected by the things you let happen to you on here. It may seem insensitive to you, but I expect others to be as well versed and thick skinned as I was when I made my first forays onto the internet, and the rule that always saved me, was remembering nothing is real. You say these are real people? How do you know? Can you for a fact point t to a bot or not? Can you determine if thats who a person really is, or simply a persona they choose to wear because they can be cring and anonymous? We both know the answer to that, hence my belief that the internet is not real.

Enthusiastic consent is the single most retarded concept i have ever come across in my adult life. Not in theory btw, but in practice. Thays not how human communication works. Especially in a romantic sense. If you have ever gotten a straight answer out of a woman that wasn't a direct no while in the act of, let's say romance I will simply call your lie. Now you are correct in the negotiation phase of BD/SM that is not true. But again this is the internet, and a place for people to share their fantasies and ideas with one another. The only negotiation phase here the pinned post of who you choose to interact with. So long as you stay within those guidelines, you've broken no preset rule. That said sometimes new things happen and you don't know how you feel about them, and exploring them in just words can be a fun and intresting way of interacting with the new. Safe as well, but if its pushed too hard or you decide you don't like it, you simply choose to disengage. That actually happened between me and the person who's post you followed me from. There have been many times I assume either I went too far, or I bored her with my ideas and she didn't respond to my follow up ask. So I drop it and attempt to learn more of the things she is intrested in in order to continue the engagement, or in other situations, if it happens and that was the type of interaction I was looking for, I know they don't appreciate it and I leave their pages alone. Subtle clues make up the vast majority of human communication, and online we have next to none of them. But again the longer you spend online the easier it is to understand how and when to interact and the general rules to go by.

At the end though, if you cannot accept my point about the internet not being real, or at least understand why thats my point of view as that is the basis of all my other ideas of interacting online, then honestly there is no point in have further conversation on the topic. Hope you have a good evening

[solardick]

If you ask me, green?

It's a primary. Colour.it is, it's every where beyond blue green here is everywhere. I'm not caring

If its part of two other colours , it takes from The yellow of the sun. And the . blue. From the sky. Put then together and you go. Red colour is the one that doesn't belong red is a hidden colour and with it sharp attention. Sharp to denote the presence of thorns. it belongs to delicacy and to the reception of war. It marks endings. To fiddle with it is to risk life.

To see where I'm going with this. There's always one that doesn't belongs to another order. Don't ask me. The demon in red. That’s why pink is so awesome. It’s red. But with a lot of white. If evil was to be any colour. It would defiantly be red. Personal bias. Here. It’s the serpent and the dove. Except that it’s not black and white to create a boring grey. Noont likes grey ok. It’s black or it’s white.

Thats pretty gay.

Dont call it pretty! …well, what do you want from me. I hang with a bunch of fags all day.

Naw, its a cool colour. Denotes happiness. White is the shade wanted anyway. It means clarity and mind. As in white is light. It’s receptive on the side of light. What ever little black there is in the red. Shows an imperfect nature but capable. Shows there is a trace shadows but that one has a handle on them. Bringing with it a sense of comfort to vulnerability and loss potential. Or soemsuch. I dont know.

The whole lgtbq whatevee community could have just taken pink. But no, they take everyother coulour but pink. So, im a little confused about wtf?! Its the god damned colinization of the americas all over again. Nothing learnt.

Peace and love may suck my balls. And i mean that. Wouldn’t trust in rage and carnage to do that. No sir.

Oops. <- see that there? That’s what you call artistry. oO fool. When thise connections hint. Outside previous script. That is fun.

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What of the word oops? There’s none other like it, that starts with Oo. Not common parlance.

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Nope sorry not going to sleep. I have trauma to do.

Sex is the only thing i had. And i kept it to myself. And now its broken. I dotn want to be alive anymore. Oh well giess im not even allowed to masterbate. I never was allowed to care about anything. Im not even even allowed to mnow what freedom feels like. Hahaha 39 years and counting.

Well i can get nothign else from tarot. Im done. Now what? Its not like j can do this with a person. Vedio games drugs and alcohol. If they didnt want me doing it. It wodbt be so easily attainable. Its all just a walk down the block.

Yay a fantasy wothout the deive and the deive wothout the fantasy. Yay. Fuck i need some pussy. Ones artificail injected and conditioned and the other is nature. You can tell the difference. And all it serves is to retard development. And now i can allow see women in a derogotory way. And now i see gays in a derogetory way. One allows me to get off. Seems for rewarding. Oh well, still got degenerate hetero males. Guess yhats my life. Serrounded by bs. And nothig to live for. Hey nothing has changed but hey at least the destabilizing attacks are mostly gone. No more violence coming from without. I leanred thats its ok coming from others not from oneself. Pressures and stresses have been scales down. No more freakign out. And sayign stupid shit. Droped the stupid ass australian whore. I liked here for what she had underneath. She played shit. I gave it back. It was fun. She enjoyed it. I didnt. But. Whatever. Thats all i ever do. Fight back get punished for it. Thats life.

I always tried to bring out that little sparkle some of them have inside. And i did on some account to a coupel of them. But most if them or ghosts. And morons. Like me but in an non- intently destructive way. On well. Peoplw ahve litterally been shocing their cocks at me somce i was like 6. So whatever. Continue on. Its all theres ever been. Sorry we’re. Ot allowed talkign. Cus im sexy and your a whore.

So, as we wait on the development of thos queer ass script that i managed to salvage to some degree. Guess ill be waiting to see what guy im going to be set up with to get fucked. No no im not here to reproduce. Or produce anything. Im just here to be fucked. Plain and simple. 39 years have taught. Ir the o ly thing im good for. Wo der of their still comig. Into my appartment and drugging my food

Pretty sure my fakily was dosing me with anti-spychotics. That and the anti-depressants probably fucked me up. All those years just a potato. Wonder what feeling loved and accepted by a girl feels like. I wonder what not havong a wall of stress feels like. Theres always a threat. Indotn know what life is with out that either. Cones hand and hand with stress. Well its 2:30 i aint sleeping. Probably dosed. Again. Aint no full moon. Isnt natural. Ate nothign but sleepy food. Oh well ill just stay born serpeunded by ignorance neglect, violence and sex. Thats all life is.

Anyway thats why pussies are pink. They are full of white. With the occasional red. I dont make up the rules. And be wary of anyone that gives an insult as a compliment. It mixes insult (primate shit) to that of love.

This also shows to be wary of mixing images of significance with that of language. These images need to be carefully chosen. Or these images become apart of the everyday functioning of communication.

Even though how much i like the Oo death card, for its beauty it is a dominantly feminine, receptive signifier for sex. The added notion that i comes from a deck called something similar to; un jeux de carte des dames. A woman’s card game. Crowley in his honesty didn’t even try to hide it. His spychedelic bad trips mixed in with the perversion of sexuality. Shows credit to the 1960’s hippy movement trashing natural experience. As serves the moon landing, for man kind to the new age, to the receptive motives of nourishing basic desires over the rational.

The Russians tried to get it first? Im not so sure. Isnt really their p.o. Anywai leanred in elementary school that the austrailians are the last country(apart of the good union to be set for assimilation. For the nuclear fallout will take some time to drift over that continent. But it will eventually. You’d figure otherwise, basing on the facts that the country was inhabited by criminals and pirates. And that their national holidays are about the invasion of war and its victory. Where as the americas are based upon the freedom and emancipation. Theres no celebration of the initiatory acts of war. Just the closing of it. Well the amerivan sid eof it anyway. The canadian side, pulled down their pants and said we give up. Dont hurt us. Celebrating canada day is kind of pathetic. The flag of the fallen leaf. Surrounded by red and white. Shows the beauty of death and acceptance of detachment. The bleeding sect. Not all that different from the nazi flag. Symbolizing peace, fortune and the full repetition of life based upon the gamma influence. Considering that both sides of the war. Stopped killing wach other and celebrated christmas together shows that their motives are one and the same thing. It be risky to say that the nazi parties veiled by death and destruction and the Canadian are the same thing. The only bit pf difference is the colour black. Which shows a hint of violence compared to the all white (pink) of the flag. One side had a steinger focus on death( canada) and the other on life (the swastika). The flag of the rising sun isnt all that different either. Not to mention that at the same time the americas were floodign with foreign philosophy and “spychology” which is a feminine name came right out of the holocaust. Speaking about the anima and animus found inside the brains of man and woman. Freud with his evwrythign is a penis and Jung with his, you have a little woman inside. Embrace it. Which would seem about eight considering all he ever side was intruded himself inside the minds of patients. Placing them of the receptive side of experience. The name of the game is to take over that position. While in that state theres no act forward.for being receptive to the act of law and regulation. Isnt enough. They want more.

For all the people that think the WW’s wasn’t an inside job. Anyway theres nothing to do about it if one wants to be apart of the world amd its accompanied personalized cultural heritage.

Just the external demon doing it’s thing. Got to control one’s projection towards available rewards. The more of the spyche that is externalized the better. From there two may easily fiddle with experience. While the life affirming are also being prohected by consequence. A pretty little thing may catch the projection with ease. As long as its fix and out. It cant be inside and life affirming. The longing for a legitanite need for nourishment and peace, while being receptive and accommodating, lacking any volatility one may find after just reading that. Sadly, thats not the case. Volatility abounds. While the prjection is no longer there the fantasy has say, and the internalization of Want and Need. Adopting the influence with ease. Since its mostly just internally created images anyway. For the complete lack of any authenticity, and prosocial behavior. The nothings of 0. One starts to imagining what two is like. The fantasy pictures possibilities.

All lack of “masculine movement”, gives nothing to motivation. All acts forward have been framed to loss. The only choice is nullification. Or dullification. I know, it’s “not” a word. I dont have a sidewalk. Its just a stream. One walks up it. Past it and see’s everything. The touch choices are choice comfort, and the creation of sensuous desire. Or its the group dynamic. Now here also depends ipon ehat cloud of information is raining fury upon it. If its not a choice, there’s only decay.

“Yah, i ain’t walking up those steps. Do you see whats up there? They can howler down like a murder of crows.

For example;

War doesn’t mean war. A crunch of violent vulnerability, fear, ignorance, and promises. Being filled in like a vessel. The mind fills the moon and a desire for reception. R and W overlap with the number 18. W is letter 23. (5 for the fool and the king) and temperance is number 14. 23-14= 9.. Card for the hermitic wisdom. Or the i-card for joy. i to j. Joy to chariot . 23+14= 37. Minus the tarot equals number 16, the tower or to P the hanged man. The enlightenment.

While MAN equals the wheel, the fool and strength.

Where as Woman has the added Moon and O death cards.

The wheel turns and nature along with it. Save it the wheel card itself might active production and not “corrective conditioning.” If ine is just going to mix everything together. In the same pool of water. Like the beautiful star card does. The word for Moon is pretty much the same. A wheel, an O fool, and strength. Which seems to equal woman over man. The double dose of masculine colours are reflected by a doudle dose of feminine images. And now the whole script itself becomes projected onto reality. If one were to ever mistake it as not being a game.

So bye bye tarot. Ive been glied to a tv for 30 plus years. I have nothign to gain from this that isnt encumbering. Theres no eauality. Just a one sided crime. The mind starts raping itself because both side are incompatible. Forcing a submission for the desire for peace. Doesnt matter if its artificially produced by outside forces. And it means the death of the natural function of sustaining life. The genome becomes less important. For sex and death have been combined. The french called it, “le petit mort.” There’s only an external masculine image conditioned by two parts woman and one part man. If it had any opportunity to grow. Otherwise one becomes an over feminized. If choice was made against any better alternatives.

Its just when it on active engagement with life does the conditioning take second seat. No longer consequential, if attention isnt paid to self. And not another. It be so easy to go full woman. And feel liberated from pain and suffering. Forever haunted by “karma” and self - disrespect. Without the choice of doing it oneself. Which is why the image of pride is so important. The internal inage of man crys out to mommy only to be spanked or ignored or laughed at.

If one changes the I-fool for that of the E fool. And coverter strenght as harmony to that of strength as violence. Or over domineering pressence. The then script is how it really is.

While also showing a happy emperor fallowing strict rules of conduct. The eternal child is fulfilled and fun and loving. Not reckless and destructive.

One has to separate and add positive outgoing images of masculine sexuality in place of the Oops card. Lou fucken a tiger works great. The two horses of the chariot arw clasically made to the image of felines. Which again. Is a feminine word. The fact thats its the masculine feline that holds kingship through out the land. Within cultural context inside this cloud of information. The lion is surrounded by active outgoing females. It just protects the nest. As all good males should do. Which requires the use of violence. Ir it cant protect itself from outside threats. Which are always there. And always have been. If your the deer you get taken out. If your the lion. Your more pasificist then the wife. Either or.

Though the tiger does cause some problems considering the japanese/asian influence that place significance on its images and meaning. And to that of the dragon. Especially to that of a dragon with a dove. Which is the equalivant of raping a man. Or to the dragon without the conditioning to that of instincts. But its overall mean is identical to that of the strength card found in tarot. Just the sexes are reversed to ther proper order. Considering how queer that movie was. Holy crap is right.

And just like a soldier, i keep on moving forward. Always getting closer.

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There’s alot of framing of mind going on.

Save for a moment of shift in experience. When one is found outside the “curse” propelled, when intent or expectation predict an outcome of horror, to the reversal of this experience under a lense of “love” over that of hate. A reversal of dialogue. As the scene switches from the male protagonist and centers on the female antagonist. Being humanized by all the protagonist’s prosocial behaviour. And that event be true. There was always going to be harm coming from the antagonist. Save that now it was unintentional, and deeply sympathetic.

Not mentioning, where FE or SHE play would with cards either. The emperor and the fool. FE.

The devil, the lover, the fool. SHE. There becomes an inconsistency. For FEmale represents rulership. This centers around the FELine. Royal lineage. For both FE and SHE are a feminine tense. Whoch breaks down in the sentence. She the female is queen. Both overlap. As does the devil S make the only distinction from HE. As does HE become the lover and the fool. And becomes a sHE when left to temptation.

[yourcasualreligiousfanatic]

Watching community. On the 4tb season rn. Just wanted to put down some of my observations. The pilot characterisation is drastically different compared to the later seasons. Abed is functioning(he can read time, when later on he can't??? Tf??), but special quirky funny smart kinda way. Idk he seemed so much more mature compared to the later seasons. Dreamatorium, and all his schizo tendencies infantanlised him too much. Troy was the American football start still hung up about his high school life, young cool dumb and kinda stereotypically normal. He was rooted in reality, and could actually be a real person. But then they turned him into the other schizo sheep for their rainman duo. Dumbed him down and made him into a different character. Annie was supposed to be the young naive insecure girl unsure of sex...?ish. Like sheltered and unsure. She was worried about her social standing, popularity and shit. Shallow stuff, but again, real and relatable. Then she turned into... Bruh I don't even know. I guess one can argue that she grew up, and I guess Ill acclet that. She ok if guess, believable character growth that I honestly don't mind. Britta was smart, cold, strong, SMART OK?! she was independent and knew her worth. She was cooooollll as a cucumber. Like. What happened??😭😭😭😭 They made her so WEIRD WTF. Like she was sexy and cool bro, then she became dependent on guys(blade... Like, NAHHHH)and became dumb as shit. What the fuck, they did her so dirty, like frrrr lobotomised her. Like she was the girl you were intimidated of, but was still attracted to, and knew you had to put in a lot of effort into charming, but then she became some brain-dead retard. LMAOOO. Not exactly complaining about all of these changes btw, just kinda confused and a little sad. But wtv. Shirley was kinda the same. And Pierce too. Made him dumber tho, but maybe that's cuz he's just getting older and more senile. Idk, he's kinda funny.😭😭idk why ppl hate him so much, (yeah, he's homophobic, annoying asf, dumb, old, racist, everythingphobic, but that's funny bro, grow a thicker skin, Jesus fuck. Just cause your funny little show is full of cannon rainmans and rupauls, you don't get to filter out the guy.) think he's needed in the dynamic and he adds the flavour. Ppls shouldn't excluded him from their fanarts and stupid fanon shit I've been seeing. Idk, I think he's part of the group, they clearly care for him, and he's an important part, so idk. I guess ppl just seeing and selectively talking about what they want to see kind of pisses me off. But also, it's just a show, so I really shouldn't be so pressed, it's really not that deep. Ppl can do whatever they want, idc, and even if I did, no one else does. So. Jeff. Side note, he can stab me, beat me, gaslight me, manipulate me, hurt me, punch me, kick me, and I wouldn't mind. He cute asf.😭😭 And he was so cool and smart and aloof in the beginning. Twisting your words around like THAT. SO COOL. I have a thing for smart white guys with a little scruff and windblown hair. (House, and Lucifer spn, etc...) But yeah, he gets kind of lame later on. I hate that he starts having a heart and CARING for the ppl around him. Like....Ew....no. I wanted him to go back to being a cool heartless lawyer who cares about superficial things and thrives with other soulless bastards. Mmmm. Now that's sexy. Idk, he got so.... Lame. Lame lame lame. Not cool. No. Got less smart too. Hmmmm. There might be a direct correlation between coolness and intelligence.

Also, the banter of the show was smart and interesting and intricate and funny as hell. I'm not saying it still isn't(at least in season 4), but I feel like they put in a little less effort. The pilot was so good, so many iconic moments in ONE episode, so many good jokes I got pulled in LITERALLY the first scene. That's how good and consistent the jokes were.

Overall, I like what I'm seeing, really really funny show, so much fucking better than SUPERNATURAL. YES, IM STILL PISSED I WASTED SO MUCH TIME ON THAT HOT PILE OF GARBAGE. I love how much reference they put in there, the cinematography, filming styles, stylistic choices..... SOOOOOOO GOOODDD. I could cum, I love shows that do this type of shit. Documentary one ep, heist format, law and order, courtroom style drama, who dunnits, all so funny and Samer, they way they rewrite all these tropes to fit into a fucking COMMUNITY COLLEGE SETTING. WTFFF SO GOOD. I give it, so far at least, a 8.5/10. Yay.

[hargrove-mayfields]

Billy has to stick up for max a lot because of her autism, at school he walks to her class and their afraid of him because just,,, look at him

warnings for mentions of bullying and ableism.

It isn’t easy to make Maxine Mayfield cry.

At least, Billy had almost never seen her shed a tear in the six years he’d known her but maybe two times: once when she was still little, and just learned her step-family was going to move into her house and replace her real dad forever, and once when she was told they would be leaving California. Both times she’d run off to her room and slammed the door before anyone could see, but Billy had noticed. He always did when it came to Max. Had to when he knew damn well how much trouble he’d be in if things went wrong while he was watching her.

Beyond that there were a few teary eyed looks that got wiped away, maybe a sniffle she’d try to cover up by complaining about her allergies, but it was very rare, even during meltdowns, that she’d be full on crying, tears streaming down her face so quickly she couldn’t wipe them away while sobs wrack through her and make her shake.

So Billy knows first thing that something is very, very wrong when she’s already at his car after school, her face buried in her balled up jacket and doing exactly that. He can hear her from outside the car, so he sighs and knocks on the window before he yanks the door open, but Max doesn’t even flinch, just curls up tighter in the passenger seat and ignores him.

That’s a bad sign too, the fact she isn’t even trying to hide it from him, “What’s a’matter Maxi?”

“None of your business.” She snaps at him, voice thick and wet with tears. It’s unfamiliar seeing her like that and it makes Billy feel tense ang guilt even though he didn’t do it this time, so he tries, “Come on. It totally is my business. You get tears on my leather seats n’the salt’ll stain ‘em up, and you’ll be the one to clean it up.”

All it gets from Max is another heavy sob, instantly hitting him with a pang of regret for trying to be light about this, “Shit. M’sorry, Maxi. Didn’t mean it like that. Just tryin’ ta make you smile.”

“Well it didn’t work!” Max sniffles, throwing her jacket on the dash and finally turning to look at Billy, face flushed red and tracked with tears, her bottom lip still wobbling, “I’ll never ever smile again..”

“Why not? I know it’s not just because of your dumbass brother.” Billy sees a twitch at the corner of her lip, the slightest hint of a smile at him insulting himself, and he counts that as a small win, a sign he’s getting at least a little bit through to Max, so he prompts her again, “What happened at school today, Max?”

Her gaze drops to her lap, and she shrugs her shoulders slightly, stiffly, as she mumbles an explanation, “Remember how I told you about that boy, who's mean to me and my friends?”

“‘Course I do. I never forget anythin’ you tell me.”

Max wipes her nose on her sleeve, and corrects him, “Except for when you forgot I told you I had AV club and you came in the school looking for me and then you got stuck talking to a teacher for like, three hours after I was done.”

“Yeah, well that was one time. N’I was already havin’ a bad day when you told me, thank you very much.” He encourages her, his face serious though their tone is light-hearted, “Keep goin’, what’d this kid do now?”

Again Max’s features close off, and she tries to lie, “He was just.. Well it was my fault.. I-I don’t know.”

“Max. I need the truth.”

Talking fast, like she’s fighting against her thoughts, she makes him promise, “Promise me you won’t do anything dumb, first.”

Billy lifts a hand from the steering wheel, “I won’t. Cross my heart, Maxi.”

At this point, in the silence that builds while Max wills herself to speak, Billy starts to drive, since it’s clear he won’t be going back into that school. It isn’t lost on him the way Max takes a deep breath, out of relief that he meant it when he said he wasn’t going to be dumb and march back in there.

Quickly, once she’s ready, she explains, “Okay. Well he kinda sort of told me that I was annoying ‘cause I laugh too much, and I told him it was just a stim n’that I couldn’t help it but he said that made me a baby and I told him I wasn’t and he called me a retard instead and I was already stressed so I started crying like a dumb baby and he laughed at me and none of my friends said anything or helped me and I just.. yeah.”

All Billy can do is raise his eyebrows, has about a hundred and one pissy and angry things he could say, but he doesn’t utter a word, because he doesn’t want to make Max more upset than she already is.

Clearly just the change in his expression spooks her though, because she insists, sounding like she could cry again at any second, “You promised me!”

He puts his hands up sort of defensively, though he has to grab the wheel again when the car veers, swallowing his anger to tell her calmly, “I didn’t even say anything. I promised I’d be nice and I’m gonna keep that promise.”

She nods hesitantly, more to show trust than agreement, so Billy continues, “But Maxi that’s.. bad. Why don’t you tell a teacher or some shit?”

“Yeah, like they would even do anything. They already hate me for being in their coed classes.” Max mumbles the last part, looking away, “They’d probably rather Troy beat me up so I wouldn’t be bothering them anymore.”

“Tell me you’re being dramatic.”

But Max just shrugs again.

“Fuck, I hate this fucking place.” Billy tears his eyes from the road to look Max in the eyes as she says it, even knowing she can’t return the gesture, “You know you don’t deserve to go through this shit, Maxi?”

“It.. is kinda my fault though.”

He lashes out, just a little, hearing her talk like that about herself. Because it’s not fair that a thirteen year old girl looks at herself that way, yeah, but also because he knows it’s in some ways his fault too, and their parents for the way she’d been brought up, and the shit she'd been around that she even thinks to say shit like that.

He hits the palm of his hand against the rim of his steering wheel, rather he goes to before he catches himself, slowing it before it really hits, tapping it more than anything, “No the fuck it isn’t. It’s nobody’s fault but the assholes that make it into a problem. And fucking Neil’s for dragging us to this close-minded little spot on the map. I hate this fucking town”

“Oh.” Is all Max says.

Billy waits, but he can see she doesn’t know what else to say, so he sighs, “Look, I made my promise to you. Can you make one for me now?”

Max looks confused, “Okay?”

“Promise me that the next time somebody says some shit to you, you stand up for yourself.” Max scrunches up her face, like she immediately disagrees with that, but Billy insists, “Look, I don’t care if you’re crying like a damn baby or you can’t even talk while you do it, just don’t let ‘em walk all over you like that again.”

“I’m not fighting anyone, Billy. I’m not.. like you.”

“That’s not what I said. I said to stand up for yourself. It’s different.”

“Yeah right. How am I supposed to do that?” Billy knows that some asshole had to have said that to Max, that for whatever bullshit reason she couldn’t stick up for herself. Damn kid can’t catch a break in life, so he tells her, at this point not sure if this is even advice or just him ranting at Max, “This kid calls you a slur again, tell ‘im at least you got the diagnosis. Make him feel like he’s the stupid one. And if a teacher ever pulls some shit about the way you learn, tell ‘em you’ll go to the board of education and personally get their asses fired. Your mom would fight for you.”

“No she wouldn’t.”

“Then dammit I would. Your friends would if they understood. I know Sinclair would kick ass for you.”

Max’s toughness finally cracks- she learned that from him, to put on that hard exterior and fake it- Billy's determination stronger than her stubbornness. She looks up at him with a look in her eye that says he’s said all the right things, “You really think so?”

“No shit. Big brothers know all about this kind of bull.”

“I guess.” Max smiles just a little, and tells him matter-of-factly, “But you’re not that kind of big brother. You’re too cool.”

“Hell yeah I am.” Billy hums proudly, adding with humor in his tone, “But it’s even more cool to be nice to your little sister than it is to be an asshole. Remember that one.”

Max nods, listing it off on her fingers, “Stand up for myself, but don’t be an asshole, and Billy's secretly a big softie. I think I got it.”

“Good. Now out of my car, shitbird.”

Giggling in that way that says she knows she got him, Max swings open her door and runs into the house, leaving Billy to watch after her. He turns off the car but doesn’t get out, trying to bury his worry for her under his expression, not because he didn’t care, or even because he didn’t want her to know, he was long past that, but because he was worried what would happen if Susan saw his concern.

She’d weasel the truth out of Max if she knew something was up, and somehow, despite her promises, Neil would find out once he dragged his ass back home from the bar later tonight, and then it would somehow be Billy’s fault. He just hopes, if Max lets slip about the bullying, she at least doesn’t get too mouthy and mention the part where she was crying.

That was a Friday when that all went down, so Billy has the weekend, which thankfully does not include any snitching, to decide what he’s going to do about it. It’s not like he was ever going to go beat up on any tweens anyways, but he promised Max he wouldn’t be dumb, and he knew that meant no passive aggressive bullshit either. At least not while she could see him.

Because that ruled out like, half of his options, he’s still kind of clueless on what he’s going to do that next Monday morning when schools back in. He’s sitting in the middle school parking lot, fingers twitching against the steering wheel without a cigarette to busy them with, waiting for 7:30 on the dot when Max always goes in.

At this point, he’s considering just ditching with her to go get ice cream or something so she doesn’t have to face any bullies today, but his epiphany comes in the form of watching Jonathan Byers walk the littler one all the way to the front doors, his hand protectively hooked through the handle on the kid’s backpack. When the clock ticks the right time and Max opens her door, he knows what he’s going to do, and he turns the car off.

She freezes, can tell he’s up to something. “What are you doing?”

“Nothin’. M’just walking you in.” She glares at him in response to the smug smile he wears, so he swears, “Honest. I got basketball today. No way I’m missing that shit ‘cause I fought some little kid.”

“You’re lying.”

“Can’t I just be nice to my little sister?”

From the look on her face, she’s still skeptical, but it's enough to get Max to agree to it, grabbing her bag from the backseat and mumbling, “Whatever. Just don’t embarrass me.”

Billy chuckles, giving Max a head start towards the building before he follows, “Hey now, I thought just yesterday I was your cool older brother.”

“Cool older brothers don’t walk their sisters to the door.” She calls it over her shoulder, and Billy can’t help but tease her more, correcting her in a sing-songy voice, “Who said I was stoppin’ at the door? I’m walking you all the way to your class.”

“Oh god.” Max stops walking, but Billy keeps up, this time pulling ahead enough to call back to her, “Come on shitbird. Don’t wanna be late.”

“I hate you so much.”

“Yeah, right. You love that I would take the time outta my morning to do this for you.” He props open the door for Max with his boot, pretending not to notice the way all the little middle school kids at their lockers turn to gawk at them, letting her shove past him with her face flushed deeper than the color of her hair in embarrassment.

Pulling on her backpack straps, like she’s trying to physically make herself smaller, she mumbles, “No, I actually hate you.”

He almost feels bad for embarrassing her, but that’s the other part of his job, and he reminds her of that, “Good. There’s some more advice for ya, little sisters should always hate their big brothers, or he’s doing something wrong.”

They get a little ways down the hall, Max’s confidence going up just some as the shock wears off and people start to turn away, but Billy hardly notices. He doesn’t even come close to being bothered by eighth grade politics anymore, and if he’s intimidating the poor kids, well that’s exactly what he’s there for.

When he’s met with a particularly harsh glare from some snob nosed brat, who happens to remind him a lot of one Tommy Hagan, he bumps into Max on purpose, and announces louder than he needs to in hopes the kid’ll know he was looking for him, “That the little asshole s’been givin’ you trouble?”

Glancing nervously between him and Billy, she nods, “Yeah..”

Billy just nods, a cross between acknowledgment and judgement, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“You said-“ Again Max panics, but Billy cuts her off this time with a simple assurance of, “And I didn’t do anything.”

Her eyebrows knit together, realizing that that wasn’t a lie, “I.. guess you didn’t.”

“What’s your first class anyways?”

“We report to the cafeteria before first period.” She informs him, leading him that way, but he hooks two fingers through the strap on her bag to stop her, “Not gonna happen, Maxi. Being shoved in a tiny room with three hundred other kids makes you feel all ‘meltdowny’ I think was your exact word. So you’re not doin’ that anymore. I just decided.”

“But that’s against the rules.”

“Yeah, so’s me bein’ in this building during school hours, but nobody’s saying shit to me, are they?”

Max narrows her eyes at him then, and he knows he said too much, that he’s been found out, “That’s your plan isn’t it.”

There’s a crooked smile on his face he can’t hide as he plays innocent-like, “What is?”

Max pushes him a little and he pretends to misstep while she accuses him, “Coming into school and being all intimidating so nobody will bug me anymore.”

“Pfft, yeah right.” Billy denies again, getting nothing but an eye roll in response at first, but when it’s clear it’s he’s not going to give up and admit it, Max does, glancing shortly over at him, “Well thanks anyways, Billy.”

She adds, realizing he’s wandering with no idea where they’re going, having never been in the middle school himself, “My first class is in B-18.”

“Which one is’at?” He asks, just curious, but Max deflects the question, giving a short, “It’s taught by Mr. Clarke.”

Just from how quiet she is, Billy can tell that she's hiding something, “Max. You seriously don’t even know what class you’re in?”

“No I don’t, okay?” Max stops in the middle of the hallway, ranting at her brother, “It’s already not the same as my old school, and then they moved my schedule all around again after they decided I didn’t qualify for special ed, so now I just go where I’m s’posed to, and I know my teachers better than my classes.”

“And you didn’t tell anyone, did you?”

“No. There’s nothing anyone can do so it doesn’t matter.” Her tone implies she thought a lot about it, maybe even wanted to, but decided not to.

Billy insists right back, these past two days feeling like he’s constantly petitioning for Max to trust and rely on him, “Oh I could do somethin’. You know I could.”

“I do. But I don’t want you to. Sticking up for me is enough.”

That’s what makes Billy understand. The firmness in her voice says everything she needs him to hear: Max doesn’t want Billy to do for her what she can handle. This is bigger than just being the older brother. This is her setting boundaries, asking for help without wanting to be controlled. That’s something he never really got how to do, being raised by a dictator and all, but it’s something she needs. Sometimes he forgets that.

He doesn’t say anything else, just lets it sit while Max takes him down some stairs to the right room. She stops outside, scuffing up the dusty marble floors with the toe of her Chuck Taylor’s, “Could you.. stick around for a little bit in case he says something?”

Billy clicks his tongue, remarking, “I dunno. I got a class in a few..”

But his sarcasm falls short with Max, which, that’s his bad for not realizing that it would, and her face falls, “Oh, well I guess I can just-”

“Was just funnin’ you shitbird. I don’t give a fuck about my classes.” Max grimaces in that all too familiar way of uncertainty, so he promises, “I’ll be right out here. Go talk to your teacher, ‘n if he says some shit to you, remember I only promised not be stupid about the bully.”

He at least gets a smile for that one, before Max rolls her eyes, “You’re not fighting my science teacher, dummy.”

“Whatever. Just get in there, brat.”

He can see Max holding back a smile as she listens, bounding into her classroom with another quick glance back at Billy to check that he wasn’t lying and going to walk away.

Billy waits until the door fall closed to lean against the row of lockers opposite it, watching her through the little meshed over windows. By now, he’s pretty well versed on what arguments with angry authority figures look like, and the conversation between Max and her teacher is not one. He still stays though, just because Max asked him to, but maybe, just maybe a little for himself, a reassurance that the second he leaves shit isn’t going to get worse, and Max’ll have at least someone other than her equally as nerdy little friends behind her.

Then they both turn and give him a little wave, Max and her teacher, an acknowledgment to Billy that this new routine was indeed going to work out. The way the school district had handled everything else, he wonders if the guy even knew Max wasn’t like his other students until now.

Still, seeing that, Billy gives a half nod in response, and decides his job is done here, at least until tomorrow when he does the same. Max’ll get used to it, and his hope is that the little bully brats won’t. He’ll just have to keep them on their toes.

Which is exactly why, while on his way out, Billy has to break his promise to Max, just slightly, and do something dumb. He finds the Troy kid again, and waits until the little punk is at his peak to knock him down a few pegs.

He’s complaining about some teacher, which is pretty typical for a thirteen-fourteen year old kid, but the other things he’s said to Max make it not as relatable, not as innocent. So he does what any logical, mature adult would do, and scares the piss out of him.

Billy waits until the kid gets a laugh from his troop of assholes, and slams the locker door beside him shut, uncaring of who’s it was. All eyes are quickly on him, all too wide against too pale faces. It’s too easy.

“What are you little shits whining about over here?”

The one in charge steps forward, trying to be tough despite the way he has to practically bend backwards to look up at Billy’s face, “None of your business. Did the freak send you after us to scare us? It ain’t gonna work.”

“Oh I’m not here to scare you. I’m just here to give you your final warning. We’re past the point of intimidation. Matter of fact, next time I have to come here.. it won’t be looking so good for you.”

“You’re lying.” The kid accuses, despite the obvious doubt written behind his features.

Billy can work with that.

“I might be. But I’m still an authority figure over your sorry little asses, and if you don’t start respecting that..” He bends down a little further, still nowhere near the kid but making his whole troupe flinche back, and drops his pitch, “well, I can’t promise what’ll happen to ya, but unlike your teachers, I don’t play by the rules. You got that?”

Straightening himself back out, Billy pretends to start walking away before he adds, “Oh, and if you pick on my kid sister ever again, I will know. Just remember that, uh, Troy was it?”

The kid nods dumbly, literally vibrating with something like fear, and Billy can say he’s pretty satisfied with that. He pats the kid on the shoulder, a touch so gentle it wouldn’t’ve hurt a fly, and notably couldn’t get him in any trouble, but the little shit scampers off, three other puffy head bullies trailing after him.

Everyone sees it happen, Billy with his nasty smirk and his distinguishably high-schooler way of carrying himself, Troy running for the hills in the other direction. He leaves feeling like his point has been thoroughly proven.

It isn’t easy to make Maxine Mayfield cry, but it’s even harder to get away with it, and Billy knows it won’t be a problem from now on.

[yuzhousky]

Hi bummie🤗

The post about vsm225 has really rubbed me the wrong way and I have a few things to say.

First, I have a message for the person who submitted the ask to you: if you are going to bash somebody like that behind the safety and comfort of your keyboard, the least you can do is NOT post it anonymously. Show us your name and your face. How do you expect to be taken seriously for tarnishing someone's name anonymously?

I myself have been her long time follower on instagram. Does that make me and another 1300 people stupid? Shallow? Retarded?

However, the fact that i have been her follower will not make me biased to what i have to say.

Now, on a serious note, I like what she posts on her instagram, also i like what meimei (the girl who is looking after her account at the moment and posting stuff for vsm while she is struggling with covid) has been posting for the past month as well. Well, im lying. I dont like it, i LOVE IT. I love the vibe of posts, i love how spicy and sassy they are, and that is one of the instagram profiles i have the most interaction with. Because we are all there to have a good time, NOT to state facts. Vine is a very respectful person, she never throws hate or shade towards anyone, she never forces anyone to believe in anything she posts, and she never pushes her content in the as-a-matter-of-fact manner. Yes, there are sometimes hardcore bad translations from weibo, but i never take that stuff too deep, im able to get the point of what was behind it. Also, if she posts anything misleading for whatever reason, the moment she realises that she will own up to it and apologise.

Everything else is not meant to be taken seriously, but as fun and good time. Only things regarding zz and jy work and what THEY allow US to see regarding their private life can be called FACTS, the rest is all product of our delulu, speculations, wishful thinking etc, and we choose what to do with it. Im a 39 year-old man, with a master degree and more than 2 brain cells in my head and a full on life going on, yet in my comments on instagram i will refer to zz as "queen", "wifey", "madam huang" all in the name of funny banters and light hearted content and not because i find it to be the FACT. The fact is that i have enormous respect for that boy, not that i find his sole existence to be the wifey queen of jy. The FACT is that we can all learn from him how to behave mature, be strong, stick to your guns and believe in what you do, do stuff you find to be good for you, not bowing down to anyone and losing your integrity will result in success, not whether he wore the same tshirt as jy. The fact is that zz has always remaind humble, well behaved and he never allowed the success to take the best of him, not whether or not him and jy spent 2 hot nights in sanya in february. I could go on forever with this.

Vine, and everyone else on the internet are NOT here to please the crowd but because they post the things that make THEM happy and make THEM feel good. Those are THEIR accounts. The rest is up to us - who do we find at the same wave length, whose vibe matches ours, whose posts we like, and so on. Therefore we choose who to follow, and we all should be respectful to any other work anyone else posts online. Because, behind each and every profile is someone who takes time of their busy lives and puts a lot of work to provide the content for us. I personally cant stand the profiles dedicated to johnny and reba ship, but i dont go around barking online that they suck. I simpy DONT GO THERE. I stay in my own lane, i follow the content i like and let others live. Im not going around saying, or as the person in the post casually said "POINTING OUT"- hey everyone, dont follow that person because it doesnt align with MY OWN taste level. What qualifies anyone to say that? What right does anyone have to say that? Does any of us live or spend time with the boys? Using the FACTS logic, i could come to bummies profile every so often and be like - listen girl, you have to stop leading people on with your "hints" and "coincidences" and stick to the facts only tyvm. Right? Instead, i choose to visit your blog every day, LIVING for the content you put here.

Of course, there is always the responsibilty towards what you post publicly for everyone to see, but as long as there is nothing harmful or malicious im not being nit picky about it.

There are so few profiles dedicated to yuzhou left. There is bummies blog and like another 10ish instagram profiles still actively posting about them as one. Why having any bad vibes about any of them? Why showing any negative energy to anyone? Throwing shade or hate? What is the point like? Aren't we all here because we are supporting the boys for ALL the work they have done in the last 5 years, watching their growth in life and careers and having some light, fun time while doing it? Why creating any bad blood? I mean, we are basically being gossips girls, sorry everyone, we are not saving the world here or curing pandemics to take things so seriously.

As usual bummie, im ending this by thanking you yet again so much for everything you do, keep up with the good work! 🤗🤗🤗

Thanks for sharing your opinion. However, I just wanna make some points clearer here:

Tbh I'm not biased towards anyone in this case so I'm just gonna say what I'm thinking now. The previous anonymous ask about vsm was somehow pretty harsh towards vsm and I really don't want anyone to throw shade on her at all because I know she's a lovely fan of YZ and she's just trying her best to share the latest info about the boys. I know not all of her posts are about the facts; many of them are just delulus and jokes among fans, which are normal, and of course it's her own account so she could literally share anything she wants. However, I myself prefer the clarity in news/info delivery more, I mean if the post is just a delulu or joke, it should be stated clearly in order not to cause misleading or misunderstood things, because many interfans do not have Weibo accounts to double check the info, not to mention those new fans who might get confused even more. I have to say that this isn't the first time someone asking me about the reliability of some vsm's posts on IG because of her "vague" words and translation, and then I had to find the original posts on Weibo again or double check the info with Chinese cpfs then told vsm to correct her words.

So my opinion is that we are all sharing info with a big love for our idols but we also need to care about the clarity and reliability of our content as well. Of course we do not need to please anyone on the internet but at least we're responsible for what we post and those who might read it.

[creepsmcstuffins]

The Creeps as dumb shit my friends and i have said to one another: Part 2

I have no idea how many of these im going to do. But I enjoy them

Masky/Tim, Hoodie/Brian, and Toby:*sitting on the porch*

Masky/Tim:*blows smoke*

Hoodie/Brian:*looks at Toby* you should try weed, at least once.

Toby:*shakes his head* im scared of that shit...

Masky/Tim:*holds blunt out towards Toby* you dont do it now, im gonna punch you in the gut.

Toby:*glares* You wouldn't

Hoodie/Brian:*laughing* You know he will. Just do it, pussy.

Toby:*takes blunt, inhales, holds in breath, looks at Hoodie/Brian and Masky/Tim*

Masky/Tim:*laughing* Let it out, retard!!

Toby:*lets out smoke, coughing* You guys are a bad influence!!

~~~~~~

Jason:*running away from 5lb puppy*

Nathan:*laughing too hard, crying*

The Puppeteer:*wheezing* STOP RUNNING!! SHE'S GUNNA KEEP CHASING YOU!!

Jason:*about to seriously cry, on top of car* GET YOUR DAMN DOG!!! PLEASE NATHAN!!!

~~~~~~

E.J.:*minding own business*

Jane:*walking by* I like vaginas.

E.J.:*looks at Jane confused*

Kate:*shakes her head* Little does she know, for her, 2020, is gonna be the year of the DICK!

E.J.:*sighs* Its only 7 in the morning....

~~~~~~~

Helen:*looks up from phone* What?

Hobo:*frowning* why don't you ever look at me like that?

Helen*confused* What? Like what?

Hobo*frowning deeper* You were just SMILING! *points at phone*

Helen:*unamused* im on discord you idiot. I have a life apart from dealing with you morons.

Hobo:*close to tears* Jason. You hear that? We're not important enough for Helen!!

Jason:*shakes his head* i could literally not care any more than I dont already.

~~~~~~~~~

Slender: you know what? I'm fucking stressed.

Offender: so you want some weed?

Tender: no dumbass. He just needs some R&R

Offender:*frowns* of course the GAY would say that.

Trender:*scoffs* whatever! Your just upset that I know what he needs, to relax!!

Offender:*looks at Trender* okay. So your NOT gay, just a manly lesbian *cackles*

Trender:*punching Offender* FUCK YOU!!! FUCK YOU!!! FUCK YOU!!!!

Slender:*sighing* you two assholes are making my blood(?) pressure rise....

~~~~~~~

[themarauderstheoutsidersandpeggy]

hey, could you do a reader x sirius headcanons, where reader surprises sirius for his birthday like, spent the whole day pretending she didn´t remeber it was his birthday but in the end its like SURPRISE BITCH MEGA PARTY, please ( hope im not a bother)

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THESE HEADCANONS ALWAYS MAKE ME SO HAPPY BC IT’S LIKE ALMOST ANGST BUT THEN NAHHHHH

Okay so we know Sirius is a drama queen 

But he’s also not used to celebration of his life at all

He’s never had a real birthday where people were excited to see him and happy that he existed

But James, being the dummy that he is, already told him that you had some huge thing planned for him

But this was like three months before his birthday

So he was excited the night before

He went to bed with you

No you did not have sex don’t even ask

He wakes up and you’re still asleep 

Since it’s a Saturday it’s like ten in the morning and he’s sort of confused 

Bc if you had this big thing planned

Why wouldn’t you have gotten up yet? 

But whatever, he pushes it aside

He wakes you up by quite literally screaming in your ear

So romantic smh

“y/N WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UPPPP”

“jESUS CHRIST SIRIUS WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU”

“IT’S MORNING IT’S NOVEMBER THIRD”

“…. Thanks for the daily calendar update?”

“What….”

“Why’d you tell me the date?”

“No reason…”

He is

C r u s h e d

He was looking forward to spending his birthday with his lil bby and you forgot

The worst part is that he’s used to this so he pushes it aside and says that it’s normal and that he’s just not worth the celebration

You go throughout your normal Saturday

But you see him staring off into space more often than he normally does

He always frowns and stares at nothingness

You can see how sad it’s making him that you ‘forgot’ his birthday

So after your dinner in the great hall he says he’s going to bed

You grab his hand and ask him to go on a walk with you around the grounds

He decides that if he’s not worthy of any celebration, he might as well enjoy some quality time with his s/o

So you guys set off and take a thirty minute walk around the grounds

He’s quiet but he has been all day

He’s holding your hand and looking at the ground while he walks

Meanwhile

James Remus and Peter (ew nasty rat) are gathering up all the gryffindors

And I mean ALL

And then EVERYONE from the rest of the houses

That they didn’t have anything against

Quidditch captains/players from other houses were not included

And piled them into the common room

They even made his brother and the nice Slytherins celebrate too

Remus knows who’s nice bc he’s friends with everyone omg you can’t fight me on that

So like 90% or the school is in the common room

And James is like wAIT

SO he runs off and the rest of them are like wtf what do we do 

He runs to the teacher’s lounge

And grabs Mcgonagall and Dumbledore

They’ve been nothing but nice to him and if he’s going to have an adult role model, it’s them

He also grabs Hagrid

And brings them to the party

Dumbledore ends up being the one who spikes the punch

You and Sirius are finally on your way back

And the halls are like

DESERTED

Sirius is so confused

But he ignores it and gets to the portrait hole bc all he wants to do is sleep

You sidestep in front of him and grab his hand before opening the portrait hole

“SURPRISE!”

It takes him a minute to not piss himself out of fear

But when he’s finally realized what’s happening

He breaks out into the biggest smile that there has ever been

He just turns to you who’s also smiling bc wow he looks so happy

And he grabs you in the tightest hug 

Omg he squeezes youuuuuu so harddddd

He whispers a lil thank you in your ear and then goes to hug Remus and James

The party is so fun

Dumbledore can dance really well you find that out after his third glass of punch

And Mcgonagall is at risk of heart attacks, which you ALSO found out after Dumbledore’s third glass of punch and the dancing that ensued from it

Everyone is dancing and drinking and having the best time

And Sirius grabs you, James, Lily, and Remus

And sits you down by the fire

He just thanks all of you and literally everyone cries

There is a group hug

It was a success

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