#suck it up and help the family you fucking coward

[whoa-where-did-the-pancakes-go]

Can't do a single fucking thing without feeling selfish.

[dorothylarouge]

US Presidents as Dril Tweets

George Washington: another day volunteering at the betsy ross museum. everyone keeps asking me if they can fuck the flag. buddy, they wont even let me fuck it

John Adams: "ah boo hoo hoo i want to post Foul comments to content leaders" Fat Chance, Dimwit. I will annihilate you under bulwark of the Law and God.

Thomas Jefferson: Q: If your post was proven by a counsil of wise men to be racist, or bullshit, would you bar it from the record? A: I do not delete my posts

James Madison: (sniffing a crumpled up one dollar bill i found on the floor of a dog kennel) ah.. thats greenbacks baby

James Monroe: for decades i have traversed the unforgiving mountains and rivers of south america, hoping to catch a glimpse of the fabled "ass downloader"

John Quincy Adams: "This Whole Thing Smacks Of Gender," i holler as i overturn my uncle's barbeque grill and turn the 4th of July into the 4th of Shit

Andrew Jackson: handing Faves over to my enemies is FRAUD !! base, contemptible FRAUD!

Martin Van Buren: Food $200

Data $150

Rent $800

Candles $3,600

Utility $150

someone who is good at the economy please help me budget this. my family is dying

William Henry Harrison: (spends all of 7 seconds skimming some blog posts) yep. just as i knew all along. having pnuamonia is good

John Tyler: fuck "jokes". everything i tweet is real. raw insight without the horse shit. no, i will NOT follow trolls. twitter dot com. i live for this

James K. Polk: thhere is no such thing as charisma, and art is fake. the only metrics by which we must determine the worth of a man are Strength and Wisdom

Zachary Taylor: the doctor reveals my blood pressure is 420 over 69. i hoot & holler outta the building while a bunch of losers tell me that im dying

Millard Fillmore: trying to heal..... please donate to my go fund me... $10 will make me less racist... $100 will make me extremely less racist...thank you...

Franklin Pierce: blocked. blocked. blocked. youre all blocked. none of you are free of sin

James Buchanan: #NationalGirlfriendDay please cherish your gal's.. in honor of us, the single Boys who must sacrifice all companionship to #CarryTheBrand...

Abraham Lincoln: unloading an entire belt of ammo at me with a minigun or some such device will now get you "Blocked"

Andrew Johnson: who the fuck is scraeming "LOG OFF" at my house. show yourself, coward. i will never log off

Ulysses S. Grant: i regret being tasked the emotional burden of maintaining the final bastion of morality and Nice manners in this endless ocean of human SHIT

Rutherford B. Hayes: using the toilet when i hear Our national anthem start to play. i do what i must. i stand tall in complete agony; as shit runs down my leg,

James A. Garfield: too much truth in such little time. feeling the heat cominh down to silence me... signing off........ for now

Chester A. Arthur: i WILL wise the fuck up. i WILL super charge my content for 2017. i WILL get blue check mark

Grover Cleveland: the way i see it, people who come on here and submit content that is not up to par, could possibly be considered the "Villains" of this site

Benjamin Harrison: i help every body, im not racist, i keep myself nice, and when i ask for a single re-tweet in return i am told to fuck off, fuck myself, etc

William McKinley: boy oh boy do i love purchasing large amounnts of Fool's Gold. wait a minute... fools gold fucking sucks. this stuff is no good..!! Fuck !!!

Theodore Roosevelt: IF THE ZOO BANS ME FOR HOLLERING AT THE ANIMALS I WILL FACE GOD AND WALK BACKWARDS INTO HELL

William H. Taft: ah.. the perfect Souffle! cant wait to dig in to t(*EVERY PIPE IN MY HOUSE EXPLODES AT THE SAME TIME, COVERING ME IN SHIT AND BOILING WATER*

Woodrow Wilson: the conflicted supersoldier stares over the horizon as he smokes a cigarette. "war is the most fucked up thing ever." he takes a sip of beer

Warren G. Harding: somebody please Bribe me

Calvin Coolidge: aggressively joyless oaf hhere. painfully obnoxious respect demander checkign in. extremely dim witted frowning man looking for pals

Herbert Hoover: it is really quite astonishing that I have yet to win The Lottery, given how good I am at selecting six numbers and saying them out loud

Franklin D. Roosevelt: ive never heard of this “europe” but it sounds like a big bunch of shit to me

Harry Truman: everybody wants to be the guy to write the tweet that solves racism once and for all because it would look good as hell on a resume

Dwight D. Eisenhower: my "F*&k It!! Let's Go Golfin" t-shirt maintains a tenacious stranglehold on my life. after 1,125 days of Golf my body is twisted, deformed

John F. Kennedy: when you do sutuff like... shoot my jaw clean off of my face with a sniper rifle, it mostly reflects poorly on your self

Lyndon B. Johnson: incredibly handsome , charismatic famous boy credited with ending income inequality after saying that slumlords should be called "dumblords"

Richard Nixon: i attribute the complete failure of my brand to the actions of detractors, oor my “trolls”, as it were, as well as my own constant fuckups

Gerald Ford: shutting computer down until the shitty moods & attitudes can fuck off., if you need me ill be on my other computer, sititng 60° to my right

Jimmy Carter: i warnned you all that bad things would happen if you kept letting your wives wear jeans. AND NOW LOOK! the damn gas prices are up again

Ronald Reagan: spend a lot of time thinking about how sometimes even war criminals can be heroes sometimes... Dont like it? Click the unfollow buttobn

George H.W. Bush: just thought off an idea i believe to be bad ass. lets find the address of the leader of isis, and mail him/ her pieces of our SHIT

Bill Clinton: were at the point now, that when i offer to impregnate my girl followers, people assume my motives are sexual. disgusting, grow the fuck up,

George W. Bush: friday night gathering up together a big pile of things i like to respect (flags, crucifixes ,etc) and just roll around in it ,give kisses,

Barack Obama: my IQ has increased 10 points ever since i stopped tollerating people mucking about, on the time line

Donald Trump: THERAPIST: your problem is, that youre perfect, and everyone is jealous of your good posts, and that makes you rightfully upset.

ME: I agree

Joe Biden: I will shut the fuck up , IF , it will restore the Harmony. I will get on my knees like a dog and make that sacrifice, for the sake of Calm

[leah-lover]

Second chances. Alexia putellas x coach!reader.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

summary : the confrontation between alexia and R.

Alexia always had a hold on you. Her stare would often captivate you and suck the air out of each room you were in. being stuck with her in the physio room, her muscular thighs on full display, was your worst nightmare. Her eyes seemed to devour every part of you and yours couldnt shy away from doing the same. There you both were 4 years after that night still looking at each other like nothing mattered in the world but the person in front of you. Your heart made it  its purpose to quickly remind you of the gaping hole she left in it. You remembered the amount of tears she drew from your eyes, and the delay she caused to your success and career. You shifted in your seat and looked away from her. You reminded yourself that the person in front of you wasn't  the love of your life anymore but the one that destroyed you. 

“ You don't know how many times I imagined us talking like this. I planned this speech many times but now that i have to do it i can't recall a word.” she says breaking the silence. Her voice was shaky which wasn't something you were used to. You hardly ever saw alexia nervous and fidgety which was interesting to witness. You didn't say a word though. You kept your composure as you always did and let her speak her mind. 

“ uhmm. I am sorry. I know that i fucked up really badly. I shouldn't have acted like that that night. I should have fought for you. Fought for us. I should have reprimanded Irene and done everything in my power to help keep us together but I was a coward. I chose the easy road. You don't know how sorry I am. I regret everything and if  I could go back I would stop you from leaving or leave with you.” 

You fantasized many times about what alexia would say if she was to apologize. What you dreamt of sounded like what she said but coming from her it didn't sound as satisfying as would have hoped. It  only made you angrier. You tried to keep your composer because it was your default setting. Your face was as emotionless as you could have it but your blood was boiling in your veins. You waited for her to add something but she didn't. . she was shaking and her eyes were glued on you. 

Realizing that she was done you got up to leave. She quickly hurried to your side. “ So you won't say anything?” she asked, nervousness clear in her voice. “ I said I would hear you out and I did.”  you respond with a monotone voice. 

“ Please say something.” she pleaded. 

“ What do you want me to say? You want me to say that you are forgiven. You are not. You destroyed me and for that I will hate you forever.” 

“ You don't mean that.” 

“ I don't mean what? The part where I said you destroyed me or the part where I said I hate you.” your voice was undermining and insulting which made her body visibly tense. 

“ I was in love with you and you chose you before me. You chose your career before me. You chose your family and friends before me. And what?  you think i am sorry and I regret everything would make me forgive you and come back to you.” you voice and body language were cruel. You laughed at her, undermined her presence and belittled her just with your tone. You saw her shrink before your eyes. You didn't mean to or maybe you did. But the image in front of you made your heart ripe.

“ I was dead without you. I couldnt breath, sleep, or eat. I thought that you would come after me and tell me that I am to you worth more than some stupid trophies or a legacy. I thought that you wanted to continue your life with me and that that night was just a mistake But you didn't. You left me alone and unemployed. You ruined me. You broke me. I had to learn how to breathe again. I had to learn how to sleep in my bed alone. I had to train my brain not to think about you  and not to try and hold out hope that you wanted me. You made me feel unloved and undeserving of everything.” you saw tears escape her eyes and stain red cheeks. 

“ I am stupid. I don't deserve you or  a second chance. But I can't help but miss you and need you. All I have is this stupid job and my memories of you. I replay them every night before I go to bed. I replay how my lips  felt on yours and how your head felt on my chest.  I should have come after you and told you that I love you more than anything but my ambition stood in the way. I thought that my career and the approval of my family  would fill the void in my heart but I was wrong. I love you. “ 

You two stood there with your hearts laid bare. You know how she felt and she knew how you felt. 

“ After all this time I love you too alexia.” you took a deep breath and you saw her eyes light up. “ But I can't trust you. I went through so much pain and anger. I don't think that I am capable of moving past it to be with you.” you swiped her tears away with your thumbs and gave her a quick peck on her lips. She didn't fight back, she wanted more but you stepped away from her and left the room. 

As soon as the door closed behind you tears streamed down your face as you ran away from the hallway. 

You were the last one to board the bus. You saw a glimpse of alexia whose head was lying on mapi's shoulder. Her eyes were puffy, her cheeks were red and your heart was no longer able to keep your feelings for her dormant. Two voices were screaming at you. One was reminding you of how much you love her and the other reminding you of how much she hurt you. You put on your headphones to try and drown out the noise that tortured you. 

Midnight found you awake, the image of alexia’s crying face was burned into your memory. A knock on your door stopped you from cursing yourself for thinking about going back to her. When you opened the door you found Irene in front of you. 

“ Can I come in?” she asked. You stepped aside to let her in. 

“ I am a jerk.” she stated. “ Yeah you are.” you responded. 

 “ You haven't done anything to hurt me but I have done everything to hurt you. I was young, jealous, and angry. Everything that happened was on me and it was my fault. And for that I apologize. I knew that night that it would hurt you and get you to leave so I did it. I was a child jealous that her best friend found love and she didn't. I am not excusing my behavior which was wrong. I am giving you a much needed apology.” 

“ Thank you.” you respond. 

“ alexia loves you. She is deeply in love with you.” 

“ Irene, stop.” you interrupt her. 

“ She truly loves you and she truly is sorry for everything. She would do anything to be with you again. She was a mess when you left. That's why I didn't want you to take the job. I knew how much she had gone through and how much she still loves you. And when I looked at you I saw that you too still loved her. In  an effort to save my friend I was rude to you. Hate me but please try to find the will to forgive her.” 

You didn't know what to do with what she told you. Your heart was burning for Alexia and you knew now that hers yearned for you too. 

You pick up your phone and look at her contact. Will you forgive her or shut her out again?

[fangsandfeels]

"Everyone gets along because there is a threat", yadda, yadda, yadda.

Bullshit. This is not how real scenarios work and it has never been.

russia is a global threat right now, but the world can't decide between sucking its dick and politely asking it to stop because the mere thought of confronting russia makes it shit its pants. The very few countries who scream into the void, warning about russia and telling people to wake the fuck up are ignored and viewed as crazy doomsayers.

This is how real crisis looks like. Nobody works together against a threat because people are spineless cowards who would rather throw their neighbors under the bus than fight. Nobody learned anything from history lessons, books or survivors.

The only difference in a fantasy game is that NPCs end up having more spine and moral principles than real people.

But in Veilguard, everyone gets along because they have NO reasons not to.

Davrin has no real reasons to beef (if you can call it that) with Lucanis because he is a Grey Warden. He knows where Grey Wardens take their conscripts from. He knows that Grey Wardens regularly recruit mages who are a lot more likely to get possessed if they're not careful. Working with an assassin who knows friend from foe isn't the worst thing ever. One subtle warning about taking action if demon takes over is enough.

Taash has no reasons to antagonize Emmrich aside from horrible writing.

Neve gets along with Bellara because writers gave Bellara a happy childhood with her family and turned Dalish artifacts into Apple store gadgets, while refusing giving Neve any nuance as the citizen of Tevinter.

Emmrich gets along with everyone because he is generally a kind and well-mannered person who doesn't like to stir the pot.

Any companion who could have had a sharp edge, got that edge ripped off and a cartoon band-aid slapped on.

Never doesn't deal with people who don't know about Shadow Dragons (and they probably shouldn't know much because when you work against a powerful government who wants to destroy you, you shouldn't show off), so she constantly has to deal with the fact that people assume she is a noble or a slave-owner because she is from Tevinter; that they don't know that she had to literally fight against being enslaved herself because in Tevinter mages who refuse to use their power to dominate others are turned into slaves as well.

Bellara isn't conflicted about working with humans, especially Tevinter humans at all. She seems to never have dealt with oppression her whole life and she is super quick to write off Cyrian as evil even though there are clear SIGNS that he was tricked and controlled by the Forgotten One. But no, she never thinks "He is still there, I can save him, I won't lose him again", she goes straight to "Oh nooo my brother is dead to me".

Emmrich doesn't get burdened by people reacting to him and his sincere intention to help with fear, because of all the sinister rumors revolving around necromancers and Nevarra. He isn't hurt by people assuming that he loves death and things dying. If even he openly admitted that he is deeply terrified of death, they wouldn't have believed him.

Harding isn't burdened by the revelation she learned and what to do with it. Should she storm her way to the Orzammar? Should she talk to fellow surface dwarves and reconnect them with their history? Should she never breach the subject because the truth hurts and it's too much pain, too much anger to live with - and maybe she shouldn't let other dwarves go through it?

We don't even have a party divided on what to do with Solas (kill or talk it out)? Even though it's logical to have companions who are convinced that Solas has to die and those who think that he is misguided and can be convinced to stop.

Also, there are NO companions whose background, viewpoints and attitude would rile other companions up. We have no controversial characters whose interactions with the crew Rook would have been forced to intervene in unless they want their team to start throwing hands with each other.

We could have had Imshael - to give EVERYONE a reason to worry, and argue, and have conflicts. We could have had an ex-Venatori Calpernia bashing heads with Neve, Bellara, and Emrich. We could have had a Qunari spy who'd make Lucanis' dagger-arm itch.

If writers didn't forget about the Architect, we could have had an intelligent Darkspawn companion Davrin could be losing his shit around.

Or heck, we could have had a former red templar who got partially (magically?) reversed from their mad state and is now not a mindless beast, but still is on a borrowed time, probably needed due to their strength, but barely tolerated by anyone.

Who is fanatical, mostly because they have to believe they made a noble sacrifice, that it all was for the greater good -- because the truth scares them to their core. Who gives Lucanis shit for being an assassin and abomination, who bashes necromancy, and mages, and talks about purity, while downplaying their own actions as "Yes, these are my sins, but they are for the better world, and I would be proud to die for that world unlike you heathens who would rather ruin it than repent for your flaws". The kind of companion you'd initially want to do nothing with, but who can reveal an entire gallery of fucked up contradictions and trauma if you decide to keep them around.

However, writing such companions takes skill, courage, and requires absence of greedy corpo "we don't want to scare away new players with all that moral nuance" thinking.

[sootical]

Permanence

->Wilbur Soot x Reader (hinted but never explicitly stated) ->No use of Y/n ->I tried to be as gender neutral as possible.

*Hurt, minimal comfort, hopeful ending TW: Su*cidal ideation, Self destructive thoughts and actions, SH mentions/references, depression, lots and lots of depression. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK Summary: You are stuck in a multi-month long depressive episode, and it's gotten so much worse. You're on your last leg, and you need someone to help you. Good thing best friend(?) Wilbur and his band are there to help :] Word Count - 2.4k

Wilbur Soot. Twitch streamer turned famous musician, heartthrob—you get it. He’s everything anyone could want in a partner. Trust me, I would know. He’s been my best friend since form. And since then, he’s only ever been kind and considerate and just overall an amazing person. What a guy right? With his stupid brown hair that covers one of his eyes when it’s outgrown. Stupid brown eyes that have just the right amount of dark and light brown in them. It’s stupid of me really, to ever hope for a future with him that involves us being more than friends. I can only hope though, right? He’s up there, in the states, singing his heart out on a stage. While I’m stuck, on the other side of paradise–more like purgatory–lamenting on how many people adore him. I’m feeling sorry for myself, rotting away in bed at 2 in the morning. It’s not like I have to work in three hours–whaaaat nooooo… A knot develops in my stomach at the mere thought of leaving my bed. Maybe losing my job isn’t so bad. Wilbur has told me time and time again he’d pay me to edit for him. But I could never make him do that. Never would I take advantage of him like that. I’d feel like more of a burden than I already do. The thought of him having to support me financially makes me want to vomit. It makes my skin crawl, so it’s okay if I waste away. If I end up rotting away in my bed. It’s fine. At least then I wouldn’t be able to consume too much of Wilbur’s time. Taking up too much of his time has always been my biggest fear. To me, it came true a long time ago and I’m finally reaping what I sowed. It sucks really, how I thought I'd have a shot. Just for it all to blow up in my face. Now he’s somewhere in America–having the time of his life. Good for him. Bad for me.

Reaching over, I grab my phone. My coworkers probably hate me. I keep asking them to cover my shifts so I can rot in bed for another day. It’s been like this since–September? It started off just once every few weeks. Now, it being almost December, I’ve not gone to work in over two weeks. What’s the point anymore anyways? I can’t do this. I can’t do anything. Deep down, when I started doing things for myself–I knew I wouldn’t be able to do this. That was two years ago. I guess I’m finally breaking.

Pulling the duvet over my head, I try not to think about how my breath smells, and the uncomfortable way the oil sticks to my face. I shove my head into the pillow. Trying to block out the sounds of people existing below my apartment. It’s so much easier to rot away when people don’t rely on you. When you have no reason for existence. I don’t want to die. But at the same time I don’t want to live. I’m too much of a coward to do anything about it, so I lay and wait. I wait for some omnipotent being to strike me down and judge me for how I’ve managed to mess up any and all relationships I’ve ever had with anyone. Me and Nikki haven’t spoken in almost a year. Me and Wilbur haven’t even seen each other in months My family doesn’t talk to me.

I wish I could say “The world is fucked and everyone hates me.” But that’s not the truth. The truth is I am my own undoing. I have destroyed everything I’ve worked for. Any relationships–platonic and romantic–have fallen through because of my own emotions and insecurities getting in the way. It’s not fair for anyone. Well, anyone except for me. I brought this upon myself. My phone is the only thing lighting up my face. I looked at the time. Suddenly it’s six in the morning, and I’m late for work. The thought makes me want to cry, but I can’t. I can’t tell if it’s apathy—or dehydration. 

I call my boss. She answers. “Where are you?! I haven’t seen you in weeks! I’m worried about you hun, do you need me to call someone?” She opens, sounding both relieved and shocked I even called. I clear my throat the best I can, swallowing saliva feels like eating sandpaper. “I uh..I was calling to let you know I won’t be coming back. I’m quitting. And I’m sorry for not putting in my two weeks. It’s not–” Something foreign is bubbling up in my throat, I force myself to swallow it down. “-It’s not fair to you. And I’m sorry.” I whisper, hanging up shortly after.

I feel terrible for worrying her. I feel terrible for upsetting her. I feel terrible. I am terrible. I’m a parasite. I always have been. Mooching off of others in order to help myself get by. My thoughts fall back to Wilbur. I’ve been mooching off of him for however long we’ve been friends. I want him to be happy. I don’t want him to feel like he needs to be my friend to keep me alive. But at the same time–I can’t do this anymore. I can’t look myself in the mirror and tell myself it’s me. I can’t. I’m not the person I thought I’d become. I’m not the person I thought I was. I’m useless. My phone rings again. I go to decline it, I can’t. 

Wilbur’s face greets me. His contact photo, the two of us at the amusement park I helped them film for Tommy’s vlog channel. We’re smiling. His arm over my shoulder, and my head on his arm. I remember that day. Wilbur held me for a bit while Tommy and Phil were off filming a different part of the vlog with Russ. I was overwhelmed and so was he, so we took the time to chill by the snack stands. He got tommy cotton candy, and we split popcorn even though he couldn’t really taste it. We spent a good time just taking funny pictures with each other. I remember that day, it was a great one.

Tears breach my eyes before I can stop them. A sob ripping through me, I force my face into the pillow to muffle it. The ringing stops. My tears don’t, and that makes me feel so much worse. My chest convulses as my sobs reverberate through the room. I’m a mess. I’m laying in my bed, rotting. Wasting away and feeling sorry for myself. Everything is terrifying, every breath I take reminds me of how I’m alive. Reminds me of how I can’t escape the feeling of impending doom that washes over me. I’m going to die here. I’m going to die. I was never permanent. 

I knew I couldn’t do this. I’ve been lying to myself, little lies, white lies. To convince myself everything was okay. That it was fine for me to fall in love, it was fine for me to believe I wasn’t just taking up space. That I wasn’t slowly getting tired. 

Contemplating whether or not cut myself some slack–but ending up just cutting myself loose. I lift the duvet from my head, staring at the ceiling. My eyes flick to the ground, clothes and food everywhere. Some of it’s moldy. It makes me feel worse about myself. Turning my head, I look to my PC. I should sell it. Someone else would be much happier with it. I haven’t used it in a while anyways. I can’t take care of any of the stuff I have can I? 

My phone rings again, this time I do answer. 

“Oh my god–” I hear multiple people take a sharp breath in. I can’t stop myself from making a small noise of confusion. “Hey..Your boss–called us.” I recognize the voice to be Joe. I lift the phone, checking the caller ID. It was Wilbur again. “Wil—?” It hurts so bad to talk, I haven’t used my voice this much since the end of October. I hear a choked noise and whispers. “We’re gonna—come over there okay? The tour ended last night, no gigs for a while. Wil’s been missing you y’know.” I can’t tell who said that, “I–no. Sorry.” I don’t know why I said that. I don’t know why I hung up either.

Maybe deep down I did want them to help, I do want their help. But logically–It’s for the best.

I swing my legs over the side of my bed, cringing at how my clothes hang off of me. My back hurts something awful. I’m so tired. 

Yet I stand on two feet and walk to my bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror, I don’t recognize them. My hair–too long and too oily for it to be mine. My skin is pale and the bags under my eyes are so dark they could rival a racoon. 

It’s then that my legs decide to give out. I can feel my knees split as I hit the tile. I’m so tired. I look down at the sweater I’m wearing. It’s one of Wil’s. I can’t remember when I put it on. I can’t remember a lot of things recently. Like when this got so bad. Or when my arms started to sting. My eyes are heavy, I can barely keep them open. Maybe a nap wouldn’t be so bad.

When I wake up it’s to voices around me. I’m laying on something warm–It’s moving. I can’t find it in myself to open my eyes. My breathing picks up, and I hear an intake of air accompanied by a hand on my forehead. My eyes are shooting open in fear before I’m trembling. He’s above me, looking down at me like I could break.

I look around, there's two other people. I can barely make them out. Joe and Ash. It’s hard to think. It’s so hard to think. 

“There you are..” Wilbur whispers, his pointer finger gently stroking my cheekbone. “What happened to you love?” I can’t tell if it’s his tone, or the fact he looks so broken. But I can’t stop my eyes from watering and my body from turning into him, hiding myself away. Embarrassment filled me, they’d seen it all. The moldy food, the dirty clothes. They probably saw the abundance of mail I'd gotten as well. People are walking out the room. Not Wilbur, he stays. He stays and makes me look at him. “Here’s what’s gonna happen, I’m gonna help you shower, and they’re going to clean and get you food. Okay?” My eyes widened. I shake my head so quickly it hurts. His face falls, he looks down at what I’m wearing. His face falls even more. “Love…” He whispers. “I don’t–I can’t. Don’t make me.” I whisper. Wilbur wipes away my tears and shakes his head. “No. You’re going to get clean, eat, and then you will sleep for however long you need to.” He lifts me like I’m nothing.

He sets me on the toilet, turning to the tub and turning on the faucet. He waits for it to get warm before he’s plugging the drain and helping me get undressed. He brushes the hair from my face, he frowns at the sight of the back of my head. He looks down at my arms before I can see him clenching his jaw. “We’ll work on the matts too.” He picks me up again, placing me in the tub and going to shut the door. He grabs a towel from the cabinet, as well as a washcloth. He swipes the comb from the counter.

“I’m sorry.” I can’t help but whisper. He sighs. “I know. But it’s alright. We were worried about you.” Was all he said before he’s dousing my hair in water. He keeps a hand on my forehead, stopping the water from getting into my eyes. And with that, he applies conditioner and starts to de-matt my hair. An hour and countless tub refills later, my hair is de-matted and I’m clean. Feeling slightly better too. Wilbur gave me the crewneck he was wearing for comfort, before planting a kiss on my forehead and leaving the room to grab other clothes. The sounds from the outside are a lot less foggy now. I can hear the boys outside bickering and talking. “Are they okay Wil?” “What happened?” “From your face, I can tell it wasn’t good.”

I can’t help but stand weakly, the towel wrapped around me. I look in the mirror. I look a little more like myself. I touch my face, I look pale. I am pale. My hair is a bit longer now. I don’t smell bad anymore. I do feel better, but I can’t help but think I’m making Wilbur do this.

Wilbur reappears, he looks at me and smiles. He hands me the clothing he picked out before leaving the room once again, though he stands just outside the door.

I dress quickly. Slipping on Wilbur’s crewneck once I have my shirt on. I walk out, giving Wilbur a small smile. “You uh–You didn’t have to do this.” He takes my hand and leads me through my now clean apartment. “I did. Because if I didn’t–If we didn’t, you’d be dead right now, or you’d have killed yourself soon.” He says, sitting me down at the table that’s been cleared off. “Now, be honest. When is the last time you remember eating something?” He asks. 

My face drops. That’s the thing–I can’t. “Uh–Tuesday?” I say, like I even know what day it is, his face falls. “It’s Friday.” He deadpans before going into the kitchen, he comes back with Ash, Mark, and Joe. They each have both in their hands. Wilbur has two.

“It’s just soup. Easy on the stomach.” Joe pipes up before sitting on my right, Wilbur sits on my left, and Ash and Mark sit across from me. “We don’t need to talk about things right now, no one is going to make you. But you need to talk to someone soon. Maybe not us, but someone.” Wilbur said, putting his hand on my knee. “Yeah. I think I can do that.” They smile, I eat my soup, and for the first time since September–I feel permanent. 

[lacksley]

Okay so imagine this: something catastrophic happens that completely burns through your bank account and you have nothing. So in desperation, you take this long contract from a company halfway across the world and it completely sucks, but at least you’ll get a big bonus for completing the contract that will be enough to fix/help with the catastrophe that took all your money.

You are the farthest you’ve ever been away from home, and there is no quick easy way to go back if you’re homesick (because that would be much easier than going through with this contract). There is only a very expensive ticket for a very long plane ride (which you can’t afford anyways without the company paying for you to relocate when you finish your work), so you have to wait out the length of your contract to get paid the completion bonus.

Two things are absolutely going to happen: number 1, you are going to finish your contract, and number 2, you are going to go back home. Neither of those things were ever in doubt, and nothing can change your mind. You need to go back home, that’s where your life and your family is, your people, so why even bother getting attached to anyone while you’re half a world away.

So you try keeping everyone at arm’s length but it’s hard, people are social creatures, so instead of acting like a cold asshole to everyone you just act normal, if a bit evasive about your personal life.

When you get there the team you are forced to be a part of is just two other people who also don’t really know what they’re doing.

Your new “friends” don't even know you're from half a world away, you didn't tell them, they just think you're the new hire. It’s a little weird you don’t know much of the local culture, and just happen to know a lot about what it's like to live half a world away. And you end up never telling them because it's too hard so you carry this secret inside you like a fire that's burning you up from the inside.

So eventually your team gets a project lead, and she just so happens to have ancestors from where you are from. She’s pretty knowledgeable about your home (even though she gets some things wrong) but is interested to hear more about it from you, and she’s also just so fucking smart and you have so many things in common. She challenges you every day, not just at work but mentally and philosophically and how could you not fall in love with her?

But she’s just a local, the company forced her into the project lead position, and even though she wasn’t really prepared for it the work she’s doing is starting to get recognized and praised by other departments, and the team she has built (which includes you) is accomplishing things no one thought was possible.

So when the project is getting finalized, before it’s completed, you tell her that you can’t be with her, and even worse, you can’t bring yourself to explain the truth of why. You can’t deal with the hard conversations of how to make this work, so you just act like you made a mistake (because you did, you are taking the coward’s way out) and hurt her even more than you would have if you were honest about who you are or what your future plans were from the start.

At the end of the project, at its completion, everyone is celebrating and happy, and you just slip away in the noise because you have to leave. 

The company didn’t even pay you the completion bonus, which was the whole fucking reason you took this contract in the first place, but at least you have enough money now from your regular salary to buy your own ticket back home, even if you have to start from scratch to help them.

Your plane leaves that night, and because you’re halfway across the world you didn’t leave a forwarding address or contact information or anything (you couldn’t bring yourself to share it because that would mean telling the truth). So all they know about you is your name and that you weirdly (to them) know a lot about your home country.

But they wouldn’t be able to find you back home anyways, even if they could get there, because everyone at home just calls you a cruel nickname that stuck from when you were younger.

And you know that the team is confused about why you left so suddenly, without saying goodbye (even to her). But you had to leave, because you have to help with the catastrophe back home. 

Even though it feels like you left a piece of yourself behind.

[turtlesocksv2]

Liveblogging Dead Friend Forever ep 3

It's Saturday and you know what that means! That's right, it's time for our weekly look at Gay Teens Stuck In A Cult Murder Woods While A Serial Killer Who Might Be A Ghost Is Out To Get Them!

In the recap I JUST noticed that Phi is the one like "Nah you're friend probably just moved! :) It's Fine :)" before he convinces them to remake the movie and I just....Sus King.

Phi doesn't want Top to go for help alone and like...he's right! Not only is Top a coward who will probably abandon them, it's also just a dumb idea! There is a serial killer out there! If Top is alone, he is going to Get Got. Phi is being smart, actually! And Tee just straight up asks Phi if he wants Por to die and my poor Sus King stays silent. I support your murder agenda!

Tan getting Top to spill some secrets! So Top and Non had issues, you say? 👀 And the road to town is conveniently blocked you say? 👀 i feel the killer getting closer lmao RIP Top you will not be missed.

Fluke is the only one who realizes that they shouldn't disturb a crime scene. Tee is the one who says "well then let's just burn it and get rid of the evidence!" and like....what on earth did y'all do three years ago. you absolutely killed someone for the Forest Cult didn't you.

Oh ewww i really didn't need the random dog licking the corpse with gross noises. but also, don't shoo away the dog! The dog can alert you to the killer lurking! The dog will be your friend! Nothing better happen to the dog or Be On Cloud and I are gonna have Words

White didn't even want to come! He wasn't supposed to be there! It's supposed to be his day off! I like how Phi tells White to stay behind while they go try to rescue Top and Tan - because White's not involved in this. It also keeps one of the non-involved trio with Fluke, One with Top and Phi has the other group. Each group has a non-involved person to keep an eye on their shady, potentially Non-Murdering asses.

Tan made it all the way back to the Valley Mansion by himself? 👀 Ok, Sus King, we still on board the good ship Phi And Tan Are The Killer.

LOL Tee really keeps calling Phi out, it's so funny.

Tan must have hit his head or something for them to but the "by the time i got up Top AND the motorbike were gone!"

Fluke you KNOW you cannot be shaking Por like that. You are absolutely trying to kill Por before his dying guilty conscience spills the beans on what you guys did to Non. And Ooooo White stealing the hard drive with the movie on it because Fluke made him suspicious. Way to go, pulling the innocent act. You might just survive. Ah, but it's broken.

The shrine and al lthe blood is very well done very creepy. Tan's asthma is absolutely gonna get him killed tho.

Oooooh White found a gun under Por's mattress. Interesting. and he's keeping it because he doesn't fucking trust Fluke which is so smart of him.

Lol love them quadruple-teaming the masked killed. like, yes! there's way more of you than of him! But then they run away like...no! just tackle him and unmask him! there are four of you!!!

dying at Phi and Jin trapped in the box/coffin together and Phi saying he'll protect Jin.

"it's nothing why would you want to watch it hat much" because you are SUSPICIOUS as FUCK, Fluke and White is not actually stupid maybe??????? Fluke has lost his damn mind.

So we have confirmation that Por took money from someone he shouldn't have - Non, probably? Weird.

Por's rich ass family has a mansion in walking distance to the Cult Murder Shrine. So Theory: Por's rich ass family are cult members who sacrifice people. the friend group got sucked into three years ago and tried to sacrifice Non, who thought he was their friend but was basically their bullying victim. Non escaped and is now Out For Revenge and I am eagerly awaiting Unhinged Barcode. Pretty sure Phi and Tan are also Team Revenge, but it could also just be that they and Phi especially are Nosey Bitches. I support them either way.

[s0lk]

venting n shit because im in a weird state of mind and its the middle of the night so i cant talk to anyone. lots of talking about being a panicky little bitch mostly

this is not gonna be one of those poetic rants about some deep traumatic shit just to get that out the way. don’t expect it to make any sense it’s just a bunch of thoughts.

i don’t think im capable of being a good partner. not an ACTUALLY good partner. i guess im good at doing stuff and i do like being loved but the thing is at any moment i can detach and feel absolutely nothing. like im not even in there. any enjoyment goes right out the fucking window and all i have is this weird dull feeling. which really sucks when im in a relationship i actually really enjoy. also i dont think im very good at like being there for him any more. or anyone really. ive always been really proud of being a therapist for the people im close to but all of a sudden i dont know how to handle any of it and all i can do is go ‘:(((( im gonna hug you’. which is so fucking stupid. i want to help people not whatever that bullshit is. im terrified that if i cant be the perfect source of advice and comfort for everyone ever then something awful will happen and it will all be my fault because i couldnt help them properly. i need everyone to need me but now i feel like im useless because i cant fix every problem they have. and i cant even go to anyone about my own problems because they all feel so dumb in comparison. like who am i to stay up crying all night and panicking over nothing??? i havent had half the shit happen to me that the people i know have. i shouldnt be so upset. and it doesnt help to be told that the bad stuff i HAVE been around to experience is ‘just poland stuff’. you know who you are. yes im telling you i don’t like that through tumblr rather than confronting you directly. sue me im a coward. just because your family is shitty too doesnt mean my mother being fucking PHYSICALLY ABUSIVE doesnt matter. anyway. i just need someone who i can talk at who just like. listens. yknow? i just want to cry in someones arms. except i cant DO THAT because apparently crying is too ‘inconvenient’ and i think id kill myself if i was that much of an inconvenience to someone. which is ironic because i make it pretty clear that venting to me is not a burden in any way. and it genuinely isnt but like. having shit dumped on me with no warning or confirmation first isnt fun. ill never say no to someone wanting to vent but when im just trying to have a silly time listening to music or whatever and suddenly im flooded with a bunch of sad stuff its uh. startling to say the least. plus when its so out of the blue i cant always tell if its just a random complaint or a serious issue so sometimes i dont respond right and that pretty much always leads to a panic attack because what if the other person decides that makes me an insensitive asshole and stops wanting to be around me? thanks autism and not being able to read people and making me believe that if im not perfect im the nastiest little critter to exist ever. really really great.

[profane-or-pragmatic]

The Devil You Know (Snippet) Pt 12

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"We have nothing to lose because we don't have anything! Anything we want anyways! I'm so poor I'm not broke, I'm fucking broken!"

Howell Newcomb was trying his best to get us arrested. I say us because by being at the same table it created guilt by association. Yes, Howell had lost his job unjustly. Nepotistic embezzlement always needs a scapegoat and Howell had been given that role. It was wrong but it happens. Myself I had gone along to commiserate and buy a few rounds. Not to get arrested by longcoats.

"By the way, I hate you Thrush! You hypocritical cunt! Pretend you're like us but you suck the cocks of these parasitic abominations destroying mankind!"

Friends don't say things like that. And especially not loudly enough to draw the attention of half the bar.

"Look at all of you!" Howell said and lurched to his feet, spilling both our beers. "Cowards! Afraid of words? Afraid of the truth! This is your life! This is your fucking life! And what will you say when the dogs come? I haven't done anything wrong! I was just here being good! Good! Fuck good! Obedient mindless idiots! You haven't done anything wrong? Of course you haven't! Because you've never actually done anything at all except what you're fucking told to do! Fuck you! Fuck the lot of you! Call the dogs! Call those cunts! Call 'em!"

"Brother, you best get your friend calmed down." A man at the next table said and I wondered just how he thought I could do that.

"Pigs! Cunts! Whores! Fuck everything! Fuck all you and fuck the king!" Howell shouted and that last line caused people to immediately move back. But it got worse. "If he was here I'd kill him! Not with a gun! I'd gut him like the pig he is! I'd kill the fucking king and his whole fucking family! Scum! Death to royals! Death to nobles! Death to the rich!"

"Brother, you need to leave! This is a peaceable establishment." The barkeep said but Howell was fully wound up. Clearly so. "You want to get arrested, go out in the street and do it!"

"Fuck you! Who are you? Nobody! And no fucking way is nobody going on and telling me what to do ever..."

That was when I applied a chokehold from behind on Howell. I learned it from the bouncers at the bordello when I was fifteen. It isn't about cutting off oxygen. It's about stopping bloodflow to the brain. He went limp and unconscious before he could figure out how to fight back.

"Get him the fuck out of here!" The barkeep bellowed. "Nicely done. I'll help you." the comrade from the next table said. Thank god, because Howell was a large and heavy man.

We got outside and it was snowing and it didn't take long for Howell to come to. He was of course very groggy and confused at first. Then he started to get angry and belligerent again.

Until.

My friendly assistant leaned down, pointed a finger at Howell"a face and said softly. "The only reason you're still alive is because someone has decided to let you live."

And then walked away.

At that point Howell and I parted company and each headed home.

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"You're sure that's what he said?" Bill Hartwell asked me on an afternoon a week later as I had breakfast and he had dinner. "Why would he have let it go?"

"I know exactly what he said! I was a foot away when he said it!" I replied in a very low voice. Nobody was near. That I could see. "As to why Howell isn't in jail or dead, don't expect me to have an answer! That's the closest I've ever been to a longcoat!"

"He was clearly off-duty. Maybe he didn't want to deal with paperwork." Bill said and then shrugged at my scowl. "I've never heard of a longcoat acting human. The fellow was just there in the bar? That's kind of terrifying. I had no idea they did that."

In hindsight it seems asinine, but at the time I was of a similar mind. The longcoats were fanatical nightmares that seemed inhuman. Getting arrested by them was a very unpleasant and prolonged death sentence. Nobody I knew actually knew anyone in the secret police. Or anyone who knew anyone in the longcoats. The assumption was that they lived in barracks and only left them to carry out their grim duties.

It's far more terrifying to realize that your nightmares could largely pass for normal human beings. Meaning you might be sitting next to your doom at any moment.

Sorry for planting that in your head. Have a little piece of my world.

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I grew a network in my new haunts of the Uplands. On the plus side I had to buy a new wardrobe. I enjoy buying clothes. I enjoy it even more when I have a good reason for buying them. Suave and debonair are two things I do well.

Fortunately I am a shapeshifter. I can be moderately respectable, dashing and proper, sleazy and enticing, or totally average at will. That's a seldom mentioned benefit of growing up in the sin district. You get to observe others change faces and really get a good look at how expectations and appearance can create magic.

On the negative side the Middling is between my home in the Farwood and the Uplands. The Middling is a heavy longcoat zone. Because the Downland, Riverway, and Canal Land are the southern neighbors to the Middling, and there was no way poor folk were getting near the righteously rich.

"Max, buddy, who is cooking this for you?" Said Berthold the Vain to me. That's what he goes by. I didn't name him. "The purity levels are exceptional! The crystal formations are uniform! Your boy knows his stuff!"

"I just get it from a little old lady who works a pushcart on the Ferrous Canals" I said and Berthold grinned. He was always trying to get the name of my chemist and I always had a new lie each time. "Do me a favor though. Tell your boy Timmurs I need a commitment in cash on that thickroot. Preferably today. Tomorrow at latest. I can find another buyer with no problem. I was doing him a favor by giving first offer."

"I'll tell you what. Give me a personal demonstration of its quality and I'll pay you in full now." Berthold said and leered at me. A legitimate leer. "I have the money right in the safe."

"Look, I know you do this because I'm one of the few to say no to you, but trust me. You'd be disappointed." I said and of course he didn't believe me.

So I opened my pants and showed him.

"But I've always heard Mattaturians were..." he said and looked honestly puzzled.

"We're known to lie about everything else." I recited another stereotype as I buttoned my fly. "So why would you believe us about that?"

"Everyone always says...oh! No offense!" Berthold said and blushed when he caught my flat stare. "There's nothing wrong with yours! I just expected mo...uh...I....uh...I should just shut up now, yes?"

"Yes." I said and wished I was Grendarri. Nobody ever talked about fucking them.

Then again, that would make my work far less lucrative. Oh well. Burdens to bear.

[despair-to-future-arcs]

You cannot play the victim card forever. Yes Sakoto needs to be desposed of, yes your lives sucked and yes Hope's Peak is a mistake.

But they didn't tell you to do nothing while Hiyoko bullied Mikan, They didn't tell you to all gang up on Nagi because she "stole" a slot, which is a massive joke given how Peko stole Charlotte's slot and yet Peko hasn't been ostracized by that logic so you are all hypocrites. And you still decided to join a death cult on your own free will and end the world because you are the eternal victims.

And look at the anger. You aren't angry that Hiyoko almost killed Nagi because none of you even gave a single damn about her. You are mad because you were lied to, and Hiyoko is upset because she's been caught and when she says "I'm sorry" what she really means is "I'm sorry I was caught being a bitch, I promise I will be sneakier next time."

And yes you all loved Yukio but the point is his death is on YOUR hands as well because if none of you were such cowards to allow Hiyoko to torment Mikan to the point she felt the literal embodiment of the devil was her only way out, that is a colossal failing in your part.

You lot are so damn lucky Junko ordered you to hide those briefcases and Future Foundation has decided to be the better people, because if none of that was true you guys won't be here, you would be suffering a thousand deaths at the hands of a angry bitter world.

In short, accept responsibilty, grow the fuck up and start acting your age or else as soon as those briefcases are found you will all be killed.

Do we make ourselves very clear?

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Guys, I know you all went through it, there's no denying that you all were hurt and yes, the teacher was horrible and awful but does that excuse you to treat others that badly?

All of us hurt people before and we did it without meaning to, that means we all need to get this sorted and work on trying to stop the tragedy; that means we have to deal with our past and realize where we went wrong!

I mean, holy shit! You all treated Nagi like shit and she still wants to help you out! So tell me why you did that?

Because she took Hatomi's spot, that was it.

Exactly, that's the only thing she did here and guess what, she's still wanting to help you all to redeem yourselves because frankly, I don't think any of you deserve it, y'know?

We-Well if she hated so much; she could of just drop out!

Exactly, if she was bother so much then she could-!

Then why didn't the rest of you drop out then?! You all hated the teacher, hated being at Hope's Peak, hated how Hatomi and Natsumi were treated after their deaths and didn't even consider dropping out! I mean Kei, you didn't like being the Ultimate Imposter but yet you still stuck around, right?! So why didn't you drop out as soon as you realize they were encouraging something you hated! Actually I want to ask Fuyuhiko and Hiyoko the same as well!

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...because I just wanted Peko to have a better life, that's all.

And I just wanted to get away from my family, that's all.

Exactly, I mostly wanted to attend because I wanted to feel special and now I have to live with some alter for the rest of my life, I have to be stuck with this and I'm not whining about it - I'm doing something.

So for god sakes, stop playing the victim! We all hurt people and made mistakes, hell the only reason Yukio got killed is because none of you stepped in when Mikan was getting bullied by Hiyoko and oh right, I remember that Nagi was the only person to get Hiyoko kicked out which none of you helped and no one even thanked her for that because even with her gone the teacher was still awful, right?!

I mean... fucking hell, now I see why Nagi keeps a lot of this shit to herself, because frankly you all would just make it about yourselves, that's it and I'm relieved she doesn't have to deal with this garbage.

I know it's hard for me to say since I do care for you all and want to help, but you guys have to help yourselves; the tools are there and Future Foundation can offer so much help but there's so much they can do so just help Future Foundation, you all need to.

Yeah and since it seems Nagi looked really tired from today and everything, I can see why she doesn't want to deal with you all right now, frankly I think I would rather head to bed then deal with this nonsense.

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Solar Opposites in Mighty Solars Issue #4: “Fighting for Family” Ch. 5

That night…

At a abandon warehouse, La Smaragdus sneaks in while cutting a chain with a garden shed and sneaks in while turning on the lights and the machine starts.

La Smaragdus: Oh hell yeah! I got you now you damn priceless diamond!

La Smaragdus approaches the diamond but then, the machine starts working as she gasp!

La Smaragdus: Yes! I’m gonna be rich!

Suddenly, she sees a shadow and gasp. Then, suddenly a metal claws grab her as she scream. She tries using her diamond powers but the claw throws her to the wall as she screams.

La Smaragdus: What the fuck?! Grr!

La Smaragdus then runs out of the factory and into the junkyard as she searches around for who is responsible for this.

La Smaragdus: Where are you?! Come out you coward!

Then, suddenly, she sees Jamie, Darcy and Miss Frankie throwing down a pack of knick knacks as she screams and slips on them.

Darcy: Suck it up, bitch!

Jamie: Alright!

Miss Frankie: That’s what we’re talking about!

La Smaragdus: Why you-

Then. A laser was blast at La Smaragdus but she duck and sees Kevin and his family with Principal Cooke and Randall and Janice on a laser machine.

Randall: Taste laser! FIRE!

The group fires the laser again at La Smaragdus as she screams but then slips on an oil spill as she screams and gets hit in the face by a wall.

La Smaragdus: DAMN IT!

Louise: offscreen Nice slide bitch!

Trevor: offscreen Hell yeah!

La Smaragdus looks up and growls upon seeing spill oil cans near Louise, Trevor and Phoebe and Stacy G.

Stacy G: Eat that bi-atch!

La Smaragdus: Enough! shoots her diamond powers at the people, who dodge it I AM GONNA CRUSH YOU GUYS ONCE AND FOR ALL!

??: Ahem!

La Smaragdus turns around sees Monica, who Krav Maga’d a bracelet out of La Smaragdus’ wrist and it shatters into pieces, much to Smaragdus’ horror.

Monica: Sorry not sorry.

La Smaragdus: No! You fools! This isn’t over! I’ll rock you! And smash you and crush you like-

A giant metal claw taps La Smaragdus on the right shoulder as she turns around.

Human Jesse Solar-Opposites: Like, Lady?

La Smaragdus: What?!

Human Jesse Solar-Opposites: You’re a bad actress!

Human Jesse then aims her claw at the gemstone on La Smaragdus’s forehead and rips it out as she grows powerless.

La Smaragdus: NOOOOOOOO!

Human Jesse Solar-Opposites: Come on guys! Let’s skaddadle on our new spaceship family bus!

Then, a spaceship bus arrives and Human Korvo and Human Terry opens the door as they help their friends up and look down in triumph as La Smaragdus.

Human Terry Solar-Opposites: How you like them apples?!

La Smaragdus: What?! Who the fuck are you two and what have you done?! You ruined everything!

Human Korvo Solar-Opposites: We’re the new neighbors the Opposites, and when you mess with Earth-4, you messed with its inhabitants!

La Smaragdus gets up.

La Smaragdus: This ain’t over! I’ll be back for revenge and-

Then, the police arrives.

Sheriff: La Smaragdus! You’re under arrest!

La Smaragdus tries to use her powers but to her horror they’re gone!

La Smaragdus: NO!

Sheriff: Cuff her boys!

Ms. Perez: comes up to them with the stolen jewelry And here are the gems she stolen.

La Smaragdus: No! You will regret this! I was going to make millions!

Sheriff: Yeah! Yeah! Tell it to the judge, Smaragdus!

As La Smaragdus is driven away Human Korvo removes his hair tie.

Human Korvo Solar-Opposites: So, what do you think of this hairstyle, Terry? flips it back and forth

Human Terry blushes and stammers.

Human Terry Solar-Opposites: O-oh! M-m-m-y G-g-od! You look so hot baby!

Human Korvo chuckles and speaks Spanish to seduce Human Terry.

Human Korvo Solar-Opposites: You sure this new life is sexy for you, mi amore?

Human Terry Solar-Opposites: Oh ho ho! You know what Spanish does to me.

Human Korvo Solar-Opposites: I sure do. And I love it!

The two human alien husbands kiss as they moan

Special thanks to @avaveevo, @asikreading, @themagicwolf6677, @king-of-squishmallows and all of my watchers for their ideas and support.

[doubleddenden]

Man I tell you. Having a shit birthday does something to you. When I turned 30 I was okayish. I wasn't thrilled, but I'd rather have an uneventful birthday than an awful one.

I feel like I got hit with so much that I simultaneously aged 20 years, but also I didn't even experience my birthday. Like when I turned 30 I felt it, maybe a little younger. But 31? It didn't even get to register because of 1 person. Can't even enjoy my birthday present I bought for myself with my own money because I'm too busy having to help their bullshit instead. Even the "birthday party" was monopolized by them making it about themselves. To top it off, even the power went out for no reason while I am sick.

Can I get a do over? Please? A nice birthday with a cake that doesn't suck ass, some nice music that doesn't make me want to scream, and people I care about that aren't just family concerned with what I can physically do for them? A healthy body so I can enjoy it, please? Just 1 day. Just 1. Just 1 day about me? I know I'm not the main character of my own life- i got that painful lesson when i was a child and had my whole life be centered around other people's drama and how it could harm me- but god do I hate being reminded of it by people thinking THEY are the main character of EVERYONE'S life.

Like man I'm not asking for a suite of personal skimpy nerdy maids to cater to my every whim (which would be wonderful don't get me wrong), but I would like at least 1 friend there. I would like a cake that doesn't feel and taste weird in my mouth- honestly I'd like a strawberry cheesecake or a lemon pound cake. With a candle at least. Doesn't even have to be that nice or big. I don't have to wake up early or listen to screaming children, the power doesn't go out, the conversation doesn't need to be about me personally but I'd rather it not be monopolized to someone else i despise, a gift for me that actually feels heart felt, and I'd like to not be infected by a sickness that could have been prevented. No words about shit I gotta do, no responsibilities, no catastrophic bullshit, just. A nice birthday with nice memories. Is it too much to ask for that? Is it too much to ask for that instead of a quiet and forgettable one, let alone an awful one ruined by someone that can't just stay in line or do anything right?

I swear man. I'm not happy to be alive at all. I fucking despise waking up every day. I know I'm not allowed to stop because others would be inconvenienced about my passing and unfortunately there would be consequences to animals and people down the road (not to mention im a spineless coward), but GOD man when do I finally get to live MY life FOR me? I get it, I'm worthless beyond what I can do for someone else, I'm a single, ugly, jobless and childless loser of a failure not worth dedicating just 1 fucking day to me from my family, but Jesus fucking christ I deserve a redo from the top.

That bitch has taken so much from me. My sanity. My health. My happiness. Most of my fucking family. Even my god damn hair. How the absolute fuck do you take a DAY from someone? I'd wish something awful happen to them if it wouldn't just become MY problem to deal with like it does everything else involving them.

Fuck it's been days and I'm still angry. I gotta wait a god damn year for my next birthday and who even KNOWS what will ruin that one. Maybe another fucking power outage? Maybe the stupid bitch pokes another bear with a wasp nest and makes it my problem? Maybe the only other person to traumatize me more comes to ruin it too?

I hate everything. I want to be positive but I can't. I want to get over it but I can't. I want to let it go but I can't. I'm fucking 31 and I know these feelings are childish and need to bury them and grow up and stop feeling anything besides complacency, but I can't. All I can do is bottle this resentment and anger this person gives me. All I can do is sit here and fester because they can't even let me have ONE. FUCKING. DAY. Without making it about themself.

Happy fucking birthday you worthless sack of shit. You're not worth anything. You're not worth the shit you're forced to clean up. You're not worth a day or a conversation. You're worth LESS than nothing.

[geteffed]

rick headcanons?

SHDHAHSJDA AAAAAA yes okay let me smoke first

Alright I just smoked.

So, this is gonna be long and scrambled but here we go

Rick definitely loves morty a lot but refuses to admit it to himself because what is love yknow? You have so much love for one person (Diane) and then you don’t really feel the same type of love for anyone else. He loves Morty and Beth (his favorite relatives) a whole lot but not in the same way. Even Beth and Space Beth are loved and admired in different ways guys he just loves his family okay. He even cares for Jerry. Like okay rant right here umm TW emotions but I love my dad right and he loves my uncle but I don’t really no my uncle so I can’t say I really love him. I care about him. Idk if it’s love for sure

Okay rant over

Um also this one is like… tmi so I won’t stay on it long but in a world where beth looked exactly like Diane…. Yeaaaaaaaah that’s more of an intrusive headcanon I’m sorry to fuck y’all’s eyes up

And also HES IN LOVE WITH BIRDPERSON LIKE BACK ON THE DIANE TOPIC I think he loved Diane in the way that you would want to spend the rest of your life with them and he loved birdperson in a similar perspective to that but he loved birdperson in the ride or die way. Like, 50/50 everything on the table, trauma bonded stoner husbands (omg shoutout to Cade + his husband who don’t know I use tumblr) like their relationship is literally rick/birdperson wish you guys knew them.

Um yeah so he loved birdperson but not the same way as Diane like, I would be explaining this with percentages but 1. I’m so fucking stoned rn and 2. You can’t measure a nonexistent thing in percentages. Love is a concept, love mean something different to everyone and it really can’t be calculated… I think I might be demisexual wow okay breakthrough

I feel weird about that one paragraph now wow whatever y’all don’t think about it too hard. Open your minds to concepts even if they are fucked up. It’s so fun to think about but it gets sad when it’s reality idk don’t cancel me? Or do. Cowards.

Also. He invents things for his grandkids to show love. Like, sometimes I wish I could build a robot to help my dad because damn I want him to get helped but also ummm also um fuck what was I— OH YEAH I WANT HIM HELPED BUT I realllllyyyyy don’t feeling like being in his presence yknow I don’t really wanna have a “dad” conversation rn

Wow I’m talking a lot about my own life. Okay spoiler alert I have a dad and a brother and both of them suck.

But yeah I’m out of thoughts and I’m gonna smoke more now

[safely-in-vhagars-belly]

Deliciously dark! Aemond x oc (Snow falls, chapter 6: The fox and the dragon

CONCEPT: You are Willa Wyldewoods, daughter of the second biggest house in the North. After your father refused to bend the knee and to marry you to Aemond, Aemond killed your family himself and took your home and you for himself. You escaped yesterday and he did not like that all. So he's punishing you.

WARNINGS; NONCON dubcon Punishment, not feeding someone, smut, throat fucking, fucking, begging, himulation, dark!aemond, dom/sub themes and spankings as well as other dark themes. Not so feministic Aemond either. Mention of dead family members, mentions of a*ss f*cking oral sex, - Aemond is just messed up and so mc for secretly liking all the pain he gives her. They both need therapy, hope this helps.

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You sit in the bedroom, after dinner. Aemond had his share of good food and your tummy rumbles. You know he isn't done with you yet. He will likely have you to assure you are tamed.

He touches your chin gently. You already silently cry. 'Now, now. I am gentle, am I not? I thought you liked it gentle.' He says mockingly. You swallow and don't even respond.

He chuckles. 'Take off my clothes for me.' He says before dropping himself in the chair by the fireplace.

You take off his coat for him, feeling your cheeks burn with shame. You hate that you let him decide everything. But it's better than punishment. You are a coward. 'Or I'll whip you.' He adds when you slow down.

Your body freezes and you gawk at him in shock your mouth hanging open. He gets up from the chair and faces you. You cower without intent. 'You think I'm not serious?' He asks. You aren't sure. He tattooed you. He spanked you. What is stopping him from whipping you? You still think he maybe prefers doing the punishment himself.

You also think but would never allow yourself to say: That you didn't deserve it. He scoffs. 'You think you don't deserve it perhaps? Well, you did. You ran away and made me look like a fool. I don't appreciate it from my family, I don't appreciate it from my enemies and I especially don't appreciate it from my common cock sucking whore!' He shouts at you and you don't like it. You hate it even more than his insults. You are scared that he'll become aggressive.

You burst into tears. 'I'm so sorry!' You quickly blurt it out. You try to convince him and yourself. If he doesn't believe it'll just make things worse.

He doesn't believe you. 'No, you're not. I just know you'll do it again, you disgusting rat. Scurry off the second I turn my back on you.' He groans and grabs your hands.

He drags you closer and slaps your behind painfully. He smiles when you grunt in pain. He leans in and touches your dark hair. 'I gave you an order, didn't I? Get to it.' You already took off his coat for him, so you get to work on his vest next. It's a complicated design with multiple silver pins. You quickly shove the fabric out of the pin and open his vest that way, slowly exposing more of his linen shirt that's underneath it.

You softly feel the abs beyond it and feel every curve of his body. Your mind goes to the wrong places and you are distracted. 'Faster.' He groans.

You get back to undressing him, ripping his vest off him. 'Please...' You beg when he grabs you by your hair. 'I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I ran. I shouldn't have. Please don't hurt me. I'm so scared. Please.'

He drags you to the bed. He rolls you on your belly and pins you down. You don't feel him spread your legs and sigh in relief. You are wet nonetheless. You don't want to be.

'You are difficult today.' He says disapprovingly. You hear him undo his pants himself. You adjust to the bed and turn off your thoughts. 'Cunt bare, I want to fuck you.' He groans. You obey.

You look at your husband, still wearing pants. You are confused. But then you see it. His belt is in one of his hands. You gulp and shake your head scared and scurry away. He grins and grabs your legs dragging you back. You know he lied. He wanted you to strip so he could easily hit you.

The moment the cold metal hits your naked body you cry out like a little pig that's being slaughtered. You pull away from him screaming and sobbing. He grins before turning you on your back this time and spreads your legs.

He wants to do dark things. Darker than you imagined. 'I want to make myself clear.' The Cold leather belt is briefly pulled over your exposed lady parts. You whimper in fear. Scared he will whip you there. It'll be more painful.

You are quick to beg for his mercy. You are scared and have endured enough abuse already. 'You are clear, husband. I learned. I will obey now.' You promise shaking in fear. He let his fingers touch you and he pushes them inside you. He pulls in deeply and starts to touch you. You like it very much but you don't know if it's for you to like.

You softly buck your hips against his fingers chasing your pleasure. It's nice to have a distraction. He smiles when you buck and fucks you a little rougher and deeper with his fingers. You softly grunt. 'Argh.'

He removes his fingers. You are confused. You liked it. He whips and you scream when the belt hits your sensitive clit. You cry out and tears burst from your eyes.

'Take it off. Now.' He groans referring to his clothes again. 'Or I will fuck you in your ass with some parts of your dead family members. Take it off Now!' He yells in your ear. You take off his pants for him like his servant. You are once again meeting with his impressive length and just choose to ignore it for now.

You also take off his shoes for him and his socks. You bow your head when you are finished. 'Good girl. Get on your knees for me.' You obey him, shaking like a leaf in the wind.

He enjoys you scared. You assume he wants to have you. You turn your entrance towards him. He takes a few locks of your hair and pulls so that you are facing him again. 'Open wide and let's test that naughty little mouth of yours. You'll suck me off, slut. And you'll do your best or you know what will happen to your cunny and your ass.' You want to cry that you're not a slut but you don't want trouble. You never sucked anyone before.

'M-my family-' you can't finish that sentence.

He chuckles softly. 'No, sweetling. I will fuck you myself. I will spread you out on the desk like a meal and I will feast upon you until I have no seed left and am just fucking my balls sore on your body.' It sounds painful. Embarrassing and shameful. It sounds like cruelty and abuse. You don't like the sound of that at all.

'Wha..What if...' You think of a way to get out of the punishment. 'I'm wet.' You confess softly. 'Very wet.'

He just raises a brow. 'I am well aware.' He says carelessly.

You are confused. 'Don't you wish to have me?' You ask.

He sighs annoyed. 'No, little slut. I gave you a task. Obey me and I might let you finish.' Your head is pushed down. You gave a soft nod and crawl closer to him, opening your mouth and taking in the big swollen length. You quickly shove it in your mouth and start sucking sloppily and quickly eager to finish him off so he can get out again.

He grins before slapping your behind. 'I prefer quality over quantity, little slut. Easy and thorough or I will give your pretty face a nice layer of cum.' He threatens. You'd hate that.

You take him out for a brief moment. 'What am I supposed to do? I never did this before.'

'Just suck me, you'll learn best if you just do it.' He groans before shoving himself back in.

You realise it's not for you to like. It's for Aemonds pleasure. He will come because of this. Not you. Once you realise that; it becomes very easy for you. You watch and judge his reactions of gently licking, softly rubbing him with your tongue and even giving little soft pushes.

He enjoys you being gentle and careful. You hear him groan when you softly rub him. You make eye contact and he closes his eyes, tightening his grip on your shoulders. You are surprised. As well as when a soft new strange salt taste fills your mouth.

'Make me come, whore.' He growls with his voice even lower than usual. You try your best to make him come by gentle licking but it's not working. You understand you need to do a new technique. You force your mouth around his length and just try to suck it. Your tongue glides over his head and he shudders in pleasure. 'That's it, little bitch. Make your owner come.' He groans before spanking you. You yelp but the cock blocks most of the sound. You repeat what you did, licking him faster and faster and making eye contact.

Your shoulders are grabbed and you are pushed into his body. He rolls his hips eagerly against your mouth and fucks it. You are caught off guard but continue sucking. He chuckles. 'O, yes...' You Growl a bit and finally force the cock deeper into your mouth before letting your lips rub his length. He shudders and groans before pulling out. You sigh relieved.

Your chin is grabbed roughly and you see the cock aimed at your face. Before you realise what has happened he injects himself into your face with a grunt. You gawk at him, blushing and wet and now dirty too.

You whimper. He grins before cleaning the corners of your mouth. There is a white substance on his fingertip. You look at it curiously.

'Suck it off.' He says. You take his hand and force his finger down your mouth gently sucking it clean. He chuckles.

'Did I do well?' You ask when you are finished. You want to know if he is pleased. More important: you want relief.

He is back to being his ordinary hating self. 'What do you expect a compliment for every basic command?' You ignore that jab.

You grab his hand. 'You promised me something, remember?' And that he did. He promised you'd come. You already picture yourself, face down on the pillows getting fucked from behind by him when he holds you firmly.

Aemond laughs. 'Oh yes. I'd promised you you'd get to come.' He says, before slowly touching your breasts. They are eager for his touch. Already hard. He notices and smiles.

'Y-Yes.' You stutter blushing and confused.

You are pushed to him and end up on your back. Your legs are parted gently by him and he softly sinks a finger in your hot and wet cunt as he likes to call it. 'Let me feel...'

'Hmm.' He smacks his lips before speaking and stimulates you at the right moment. You buck eagerly and want him to just fuck you. You feel powerless at his mercy with his hand fucking you. His fingers grab and rub you in a good way. It would not be as good as his cock. You had it a few times and you know you'd prefer lying down and getting stuff until you can't walk any day.

You can't believe what you're thinking. This man is a murderer. This man hurt you. And you are so wet for him. 'You've been a naughty wife. I don't like rewarding naughty pets.' He says thoughtfully when you give a little cry of pleasure.

You touch yourself. He slaps your hand and pulls you up. You let out a little yelp when he throws you over his shoulder.

'Where are we going?' You ask scared.

He grins. 'The hallway, I want every servant to hear your cries when I make you come, little slut. I want everyone to know who owns you now.' He says with a chuckle. You feel insulted but he touches you and you are reminded of your desire.

You are pushed on the dirty floor and exhale some dust on accident. You cough. Aemond pushes you onto your knees again and you eagerly await for him to fuck you on the wood in the dirt. He scoffs at you. 'Look at you. So much for the Lady Wyldewoods. Admit you're my whore now and I swear to the gods that I fuck your little cunt until it bleeds.' You don't want to. You really don't want to.

'I...' You can't say it. He grins rubs you up and stimulates you. Touches you gently. Lovingly. He looks at you like you can trust him.

You close your eyes. 'I am your whore.' You softly mutter. Your chin is grabbed and you feel a soft slap in your face as a warning.

He shakes his head clacking his tongue. 'I don't approve of that. Again, name me and louder.' You understand what he wants to hear.

You feel an extra finger enter and you gasp softly. 'I am your whore, Aemond Targaryen.' You say speaking regularly but panting a bit.

He growls giving another slap. 'Much louder.' He growls.

He is in with 3 fingers now. You cry out and buck eagerly. 'I am your whore, Aemond Targaryen!'

He chuckles in pleasure as your cries echo through the hall and are heard by everyone in the castle. 'Exactly. Don't you ever fucking dare to forget it, slut.' You are grabbed and your legs are spread. You feel a soft something touch your cunt. You feel it enter you and you hear the sound of Aemond very close to you.

He is licking you there. Gently sucking your pussy. You let out a gentle groan and touch his hair approvingly. You turn and twist when finding a comfortable position. You just want his tongue to go faster. 'You taste good.' He says when he just takes a quick break.

'Thank you, Husband.' You say politely. You assume he'd go back to sucking you but he is done.

'Now...' He says rubbing his hands.

You chuckle. 'How do we exactly do this?'

You are grabbed and pushed against the glass of the hall. Everyone downstairs can see you. You are thankful there are no visitors. 'I'm going to fuck your little cunt here, and you'll do best to obey and serve me.' You hate it but you'd love to serve him.

You give a soft nod. 'Yes, my Prince.' You say. He chuckles at that and shoves himself up your cunt with his cock. You are impaled and softly pressed against the cold glass. You hear your husband growl and you are hit on your ass again.

He has a hard grip and you don't like it at first. He sinks in deep and your breath causes the window to fog. You eagerly cry for his touch and buck back having sex with him for the very first time. It is your fourth time laying with him but the other times weren't as good as this. You finally understand why everyone enjoys sex so much. It's really really good.

Aemond fucks you rough and hard against the window and you let him, letting yourself get scolded, slapped and dragged by the hair.

It's the best sex you ever had from him. He slaps you across your face but you like it this time. He let his finger in your mouth and you suck it gently. 'Come, study time.' He says a bit hoarse taking you with him to the bedroom.

You are bent on the desk there.. Your legs dangle and are pushed aside. Your eyes land on your husband. You feel a rough shove and cry a little bit. 'I think you'll like being my whore.' He says, when he is busy making himself erect again by rubbing himself with your fingers. You like how sticky they get once there's cum on them. You'd like to taste it and to suck them clean.

'Your cunt wouldn't be so wet if you didn't like the way I handle you.' He continues. You are than fucked and you gasp for air. It hurts much more on the desk but you have far less a say in it than on the bed. You feel trapped and under his control. You like it. You turn off your brain and bow your head submissive and just let him have you when you cry in pleasure or cry out for the gods.

'They won't help you, little slut. You're at my mercy now. You wanted this, remember?' You do. 'I'll fuck you and I decide when I am done. No gods will stop me from having my wife.' You like that he calls you that. He sounds so possessive of you. But also something else....proud.

You yearn for some pressure. 'Please...' You beg. 'Can you perhaps uhm...Hit me?' You whisper.

He seems surprised by that request but comes over very rapid. You quickly add. 'Just my ass. Keep my face pretty.'

'Of course, sweetling. Bend for me.' He says and you obey. He spanks you and you feel the pleasure return. You never knew you liked it but you guess it was always there. Whenever he got a little rough with you, you enjoyed it. Except for when he punched your face and tattooed you against your will.

'You're such a naughty whore.' 'Yes, my Prince.' You agree with him. You'll probably hate yourself tomorrow. But now...it feels good. Nice and right.

'Yes, what?' He asks stopping the spankings just a moment. His hands are still On your ass.

'Yes, I am a naughty whore.' You say, close.

'And?' He asks raising a brow. 'I deserve to have my cunt stuffed.' You cheekily say but loud enough for him to hear. He stops touching you and you think for a moment he has left.

Until you are pushed down over the desk and you end up on your belly. You see his face again as he grabs your legs and forces them around his hips. You are forced Against his body and roughly fucked. You cry out in pleasure.

'Hm.' He groans enjoying himself as well. You are close. You beg him with your eyes. He enters your body and you are hit with brief waves of pleasure that hit like a slap across your face. You roll back on the desk and growl and cry and moan. You enjoy being used by him. Grabbed time after time and used.

He forces you on the desk once more and shoves himself inside you. You moan in approval. You are close. 'I'm going to make you come, but you'll scream my name. That's what I demand for this pleasure.' He says strictly. You give a nod. If he told you he'd take your eye you are sure you'd let him do it at that point.

He starts to move and you feel his body press down on yours. You gently exhale and prepare. A small little pleasure wave hits you. Then another. Another. Another. You cry out a bit and beg him. He grins. 'Just the beginning, I'm going to make you sob.' He promises you before rolling his hips firmly and more aggressive. You are fucked like a whore but you don't mind. He takes out all his aggression and hate on you and you welcome it. You enjoy the pain and the pleasure waves become intenser and you smell yourself and him after some time. You are very close. You feel it. He enters slowly and rolls his hips before fucking you in one hard rough go using his strength to hold you down. Your body erupts and you release an animalistic scream of his name. He grins when you do that and speeds up fucking your recently wetted cunt. He suddenly catches his breath and comes inside you this time. You catch your breath too.

He grabs you from the desk and takes you back to the bed. He puts you on the bed. 'Good girl, but I'm still very mad at you for disobeying me.'

'Is that what it's like every time?' You ask like a stupid little girl. He grins before leaning in.

'If I am pleased, it can be like that every time. And more.' You turn to your side and fall asleep with him close to your body.

[volatileimpulisivenightmare]

That's pretty funny after 2 years of endlessly pleading set up another Facebook account

I finally decide, I might as well find out what it is they are so desperate for me to see, and it turned out to be nothing but the repetition of the same pointless nonsense

I'm really sorry kids,

I just don't respond to criticism or peer pressure

I have never cared

NEVER

About what anybody said

What they thought what they felt

They are absolutely welcome to it, but it's not going to influence how I see

Or how I feel

I don't need anybody's agreement approval acceptance understanding

Appreciation acknowledgment and even a couple words that don't start with A.

What I'm supposed to care some girl wasn't interested?

Yeah that's not going to happen

LOL

She was very obvious in what she was doing and what her intentions were

That wasn't hard to figure out at all

Why,

That took a little bit

I wouldn't feel compelled to walk back a single thing I said

I think she's a very unique individual

But your belief that her interest would be some kind of sore spot or concern ignores the fact that I told her and anybody who is listening

That she would be the last one

And I would find out what it was about and who started

Suicidal?

Over what exactly lol

when people behave excessively hostile and cruel

It's not difficult to figure out their intent is to bring you low

So I gave it to you, lol it's hilarious that you would buy into your own stupid crap and believe not only that I was suicidal but that I was desperately in love

She was my only lead

So I hit that drum day in Day out, and wouldn't you know?

Some guy I had to talk to you in 5 years pops up in her emails and social media accounts telling me

Come on buddy it's going to be okay lol

Oh I know

It's never not been okay

I just needed more Intel

Oh and you can suck the shit out of my ass regarding the idea any of your bitch ass mother fucking f*@t friends

Where ever in a position to judge or criticize me regarding anything

Let me get this straight? Me wanting to gang bang baby results in the consequence of one of you bitch motherfuckers doing that to me LOL

Well then let me reemphasize I want to gangbang her every night for the rest of her life now what bitch now a punk

Lol

Step up I dare anyone of you punk mother fuckers to step up I will beat the living shit out of you

I'll put you in a skirt sucking dick on Long Beach boulevard for my beer money lol

Things are going to progress a little bit faster now we got a rat willing to point the finger

And guess what it's no one not a single friend or family member of mine as you spent endless hours trying to suggest which was stupid to begin with because I know these people

And they all Adore me

Not only can you not duplicate their individuality you can't even substantiate a reason why any of them would be upset

Lol

In fact if it wasn't for Salem taking an active first hand rolls

I'm not sure I would have even noticed

I offered The narrative of my life story , for two reasons

Number one I had to keep the pressure constant, so I had to write about something

And two being needlessly hateful hostel includes easy to do to people that you don't know and have no connection with

So filling in all the blanks with relatable challenges and circumstances

Was a lesson that appeared to be needing to be taught

Because it is very easy to transgress random strangers who you know nothing about

But when you get to know people and their lives and their hardships and their struggles

Even people you don't like

It becomes a different matter

And you really should recognize the fact that there is no manipulation of the circumstance that's going to buy anybody any leniency

I know exactly who established the intent and it was never anything other than an effort to be hateful and spiteful

In the face of getting caught obviously being the coward that he is everything is going to suddenly become oh no no no it was just part of this wonderful effort to help you in some way bullshit story

But that's not at all what anybody did

And we got a rat, lol pointing the finger at the pedophile

And get this

Under no circumstances whatsoever do I let him slide

No matter what anybody says no matter what anybody does no matter what anybody thinks no matter what anybody pleads

He lied to my wife to break up our family in spite and jealousy

Then he insisted that my ex had molested my son based on his behavior, knowing that

Without some other explanation for his sudden personality change

That I would most likely repeat what he had said

Creating more friction between my son's mother and I

Then he asked me to look up adult clips on his laptop and shared the genres of his interest only to turn around and suggest that an algorithm

Embedded in a Google products apparently identified the searches coming from the laptop apps child predators

At the same time he repeatedly indicated in interest in having sex with 10 year old girls imagining where he honest and open that I would Express agreement or a similar interest

That never happened

But he leveled the allegation

Anyways

He called the police and reported a prowler as I left his home one evening

With the intention of having me arrested

And suggested I should take the child pornography images that he sent me to the police to report it and when I called the police they said not to do that that if I showed up with that kind of illegal media in my phone that I would be arrested for possession

Which was what was obviously hoped for

That along with being defrauded for almost $100,000 and two cars

There is fix to the situation.

He and all his friends are getting a dime upstate

No new place for anybody to be anything

Just a 10-year sentence after losing the civil case

Really

Truly and honestly don't care

Who else or why or what motivated it I only care

That someone who has been nothing but a burden since the day we met

Would imagine to get away with attacking me

After I cut him out of my life for the second time

No family member no friend no son no ex no group of friends nothing will enough to stop me from hammering this fool

No it was a lie

And it was none of his business

But I'm actually glad in the sense that we weren't very compatible but that's not why he did it you did it just to try and fuck me over

Hes either going to prison or into a coma

[vole-mon-amour]

Found some spoilers/leaks for Euphoria. Read the tags for this post at your own risk.