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shoresoftheshadowlands · 1 month ago

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My whole life in school was like this- Not specifically having a blockade put in front of me but they may as well have.

Separated at lunch often in 1st-6th, (For asking questions too much I guess? I think they didn't realize or care that I wasn't backtalking them they were real questions about things I didn't understand) Middleschool, with the devil, Mrs.ButtScum (Which, funny enough, is barely spelled different than her actual name. Fuck you if by some strange measure you are still alive, and somehow see this post. You are a monster.) decided to take me out of the math class I was in with a teacher who was kind and understood me and would go over math with me in ways I understood (I have Dyscalculia, its like Dyslexia except numbers), and made me switch to two 'class' periods in her study class and math class. Not only was it hell, she was a cold hearted bitch, and would tear up my homework from other classes, steal my books, and report I had not been doing my homework.

We had a simple division sheet to do (like 5 ⟌30, which is 6, no work needed) and she kept making me re-do it over and over because I didn't show my work, which was what I was taught with basic division. I didn't know HOW to show it for something that simple. So she turned my desk to face the wall instead, making sure I was at the back of the class. I was not allowed to participate, not allowed to read, or do homework, or do work for another class or anything. I wasn't allowed to sleep. For two and a half hours, every day. for months. Until I broke down and started making sure I'd be sick by mid-day and had to call home to be home- Like I'd drink straight up coffee which at that age would make me sick in a couple hours which was what I wanted. Couldn't have a miserable time if I wasn't there!

And at some point, I told my mother about the abuse and how long it had gone on. She went to the school and was like 'ok wtF are you doing' and they're like 'well we don't have any proof-' and she's like you go to that classroom RIGHT NOW and tell me what's happening.

So he walks in, sees me staring off like I was dead inside, calls me out of the class, and was a thousand kinds of sorry. I was still stuck with this class, I couldn't go back to the other class or get my science TA class back, but she wasn't allowed to bully me anymore and she knew if she so much as looked at me wrong, I'd squeal.

Also during that already annoying period of time, she decided to shame me in front of the class because I had a bad dandruff problem, and with nothing better to do and being autistic (undiagnosed for several more years somehow) I ended up just kind of picking at my dandruff, so she gets this pencil with no eraser (IE, the eraser was gone and the metal ring was squished in and sharp) and picked through my hair as a 'LICE CHECK!' (she loudly proclaimed to the class, knowing damn well I didn't have lice)

You'd think that might be the worst thing I'd experience in school!

It was not.

in high school, due to physical disability (Still not diagnosed for autism for a couple years yet), the dance teacher did not know what to do with me. I couldn't do the class because reasons, so she had me doing TA work (Which was fine), for a while, but she'd also make me do coursework for the class. (Which would have been fine). Except for this pesky situation. You see, she decided to put me in a closet. Yes, a closet! It was a 'big' closet, big enough for a little desk with the oldest computer I'd seen in years on it, and it smelled moldy and musty (And also a hint of vomit). I was locked in there every day, so I had no way to learn the stuff she was teaching for the homework packets. I had a friend who would pass finished work under the door- Everyone was in on it, they made sure I didn't fail. Eventually one of them passed a phone - a new model, it was thin, and I was able to call my mother.

Next birthday I was given my first cellphone.

By this point I was getting pretty burned out on the whole school experience and it did not get better. One teacher made me teach HER class while she sat on her ass playing solitaire or free cell, which cut into a DIFFERENT class.

The high school study class I was in somehow did the same thing as butt scum! I'd do my homework packets, and she'd report that I had not done them to my mother, which delighted her because my mother is a SCREAMER. You do something wrong enough and you get screamed at, which she found out when my Japanese teacher asked why I'd been missing class, in front of mother- who assumed I was skipping when I told her a different teacher was making me teach her class. Sounds fake as hell but I was in such panic and distress, Nishisaki believed me no questions asked and we later proved it was true because the next day, the teacher who making me do her work, wanted me to teach traditional animation! Something I did not know and still do not know. When I expressed I couldn't she threatened my grade. Every student stood up for me and they ALL WALKED OUT and got the vice principal who came to rescue me.

Nishisaki also messaged me on her daughter's AIM messenger (We were friends) to see if I was okay at home after the first screaming match and she never again said anything around my mother that might get me in trouble. In fact, as long as I was in class, even if I didn't get the work right, she'd pass me, knowing there was no way I could catch up with what the other teacher had done. But back to the study hall thing, that teacher tried to one up me about how I wasn't doing my homework but. I took my homework packet binder and kept it instead of leaving it in class, so when she told my mother, I dramatically kept my cool and produced my homework, 100% completed and finished, dating back months worth of work that she'd reported as skipped or unfinished (This was again math somehow, I have the worst luck)

You know how a cartoon expresses fear by cartoonishly draining color? That's what she looked like. My mother, sensing weakness, whipped around and looked at this now sniveling woman like a lion looks at a dying gazelle.

Also my mother was very sorry about screaming at me all those times I was supposedly 'skipping' or not doing my homework. But I was still even after that, the kid from some movie where the parents comically don't listen to their kids about stuff that is really happening. I found things much better when I handled them myself, as I got older, since there was I guess so much 'I TOLD YOU I Did / didn't x thing' in our lives eventually it devolved into just too much. her idiot boyfriend was awful to me for years and I'd tell her about it and she didn't exactly not believe me but she was so tired of it.

Now I've solved that problem myself- I keep to my own room and don't interact much with them, it keeps us all sane and we have fewer screeching matches about it.

Emotional abuse IS abuse. Isolating kids IS abuse. I WAS ABUSED. Other kids are abused all the time in these hands off kinds of ways and it fucks with how we grow up. It makes us bitter, and angry, or distant. It burns into us like a brand, we carry it with us always. I'll be 37 soon and just seeing the first picture had my brain reliving this shit like it was yesterday, back to when I was 12-through-17.

Someone Should Talk To This Principal

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risenwraith · 2 days ago

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# Hippie boy returns

Have managed not to have conversations with hippie boy for quite a while. I don’t wish to be unkind but I just can’t hack it when he comes up with conspiracies like ‘they cured cancer in the 1920s’ or ‘Paris was empty in the 18thC’ or ‘no one knows how they built the pyramids or gothic cathedrals’. When I disagree (if I stay long enough to do so) he always says ‘show me your evidence’ and I don’t really have the wherewithal to explain that no evidence I produce will ever be as compelling to him as whatever bullshit YouTube he watched at 2am obviously is.

The other night he was in the kitchen and kindly offered to make me a hot toddy. (We are currently House of Plague - everyone is ill.) I stayed to chat because I’m a Brit: if the crazy at the bar buys you a drink you have to repay with conversation if nothing else. Things seemed to be okay: he didn’t mention Jesus or bang on about the Oneness of All Consciousness which he does a lot. Somehow we skirted Current Events and it was nice to know he also found the genocide in Gaza horrific. He started to lecture about how it had actually started after WWII - I said I knew, but yeah it was surprising how many people didn’t know the history. Perfectly sane conversation.

Then he said but did I know the Rothschilds were controlling England and America and had been since 1812? And that (I cannot believe I have to type this I fucking cannot) the Holocaust wasn’t real.

I told him he was wrong on all counts, also just NO.

He started to lecture me about ZiclonB and how it was to remove lice and wasn’t at all The Final Solution.

(Bitch my parents grew up in the fucking Blitz - please don’t try to bullshit me on WWII. Living in America neither you nor your family grew up in war and bombs. Mine did. Europe fucking remembers and didn’t pay that price for you to be an arse.)

Again I disagreed with him and pointed out the film he was talking about was a Nazi propaganda piece. He said I thought that because that was how I’d been programmed. At that point I said ‘that’s your opinion and it’s wrong’ and noped out of the room and the conversation. Talking already made me cough a lot and trying to reply to that would result in my hacking up a lung on the floor.

Hilariously, the other night my husband and I had a conversation about whether he was allowed to punch a Nazi in the face. I said yes. If I tell my husband what hippie boy said, he will punch him. And hippie boy may die because despite my naming of him, he’s at least 74. I (selfishly) don’t want my husband to go to jail for punching a fucking idiot pensioner.

What do I do? Right now, not much. But when I stop puking a lung and I have my laptop back I will info-dump hippie boy until he’s drowned.

Heh. I don’t really think it will help. But I’ll try. Aaaand it’s better than not, I guess. I could hex him, although I don’t think I need to. He talked about going to Ghana to stay with a guy who tried to scam him once. (WTF? How is that sane or sensible?) I said make sure you have your own phone and internet and know what the currency is worth. He said you sound like you know what you’re talking about! I said no, that’s just sense. I feel I should dissuade him from going to live in Africa with a scam artist. But on the other hand, I would be so pleased he’s gone. Ergh. It’s like a weird morality test: how kind am I versus pissed off? How bigoted do I think he is versus how much of a colossal idiot? Arrgh. If he was actually malicious I could hex him til he glowed with a clear conscience. FFS. Lungs tired now going back to bed.

#rant #what the fuck

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giftedpoison · 22 days ago

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I'm gonna need god to stop playing funky little games with me

because the store manager at my job told me last night that she found out she has/had lice (she got treated and did a bunch of washing and cleaning of surfaces in her home and such earlier that day) and that she found out she had actually had it for like 5 weeks but because she'd never dealt with lice before a scratchy scalp didn't raise red flags. I am a dry scalp/dandruff girlie (unfortuately I did start regularly using head and shoulders again but I guess it hasn't help yet) so when I ask my grandparents to check my hair, my grandma is skitzing cause she's never dealt with it in her 65 years of living. And on top of that they are like "bruh I can't even tell really because the dandruff is bad" And they check me over thrice (a third time after I washed me hair)

And I haven't been feeling itchy at all recently but now I can't stop feeling itchy and I might actually lose it.

On top of tiktok, despite me never looking up anything about lice or anything because my grandparents did the googling, pushed me a video about lice and dry scalp and scalp health.

Like tiktok I'll murder you where you stand bitch

#literally might canonically go insane #and i'm with my store manager just fucking scalp me at this point for fucks sake #getting a little personal on main #also i'm supposed to have a hair appointment within the next week to get my hair cut and dyed #and SUDDENLY a new insecurity/fear has dropped goddamn

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fkyumerica · 10 months ago

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Wed 12:11 AM

https://www.tube.com/watch?v=I6dG_QukIjI she told her rapist dad of all ages to attack any person she wanted. do the giants think they are nannies? yea take care of her. make her what you want. she says it his giant wife says it and bitch child says it. I had one waaah. could only inbreed with her family to stay there too.

Aggressive Dad wants to slap his daughter over tantrum! 🫣

she attacked us

with him

there are like 14 kids in there

multiple litters she had with him

nanny 9-11

the mom her and him sometimes she cant collect them all

hide them in the steps too

he doesnt have a fucking face either neither do them

need glasses to keep their face on

https://www.tube.com/watch?v=5muRMM_wpNY&t=1501s closed her mouth too and moved her face up

How To Beat r WORST FEARS In "RUPTURE"

mama cass

all apes were this

Wed 11:04 AM

they looked loike this

already

before their kids were born

and plastic surgery

they will keep eating off peopleks faces

and fucking them to see the kid doesnt look like it

eat eating them out to look like it

oral

and eat out i dunno

one fat ass thought of it

inner toilets

restuarants

mission/vividaldi did

for his wife

and his mother died

the name was that

if they lost their name they were uncontrollable and did not listen

it was pass the food over let someone get som

they were smaller

they had a kalima no more

to control all of them in the day

all the women died

and none were

after

i judged it and said it

i was the only one who was

and led the women

still

every person on the world is just shit to me

i led the men too

and they are men too, they have a penis to suck out

and i ahve to do that

with them

to live

because no one takes care of their kid

to feed it

and

she cared too

half a face

will die soon

and a woman

look at her statue

statute

it meant

she gave it

what she looked like can telll kill her

men said it everyday

around her

so she fucks everything up

and no one killed her yet

then she holds down while on all fours

to rape to death

to do it

a man knew it

she felt bad

now she doesnt care what she does to

and fucks hard

face up

why fuck it up

when i can tear it off

and gay

go together with a friend

baby bear

tetsuo shima

and raise them apart

from others

and apart

split them up

gay too

used them anyways

for free shit

and food

they are them

and what moms killed them for free boats

and ride!

motorcycles racing ones are that

mom cant teach it or kill bugs off them

head lice

from one tree

in front of davids house

i can see it from inside this house

he broke in and ripped her face off

again

women couldent see yet till their faces were set up again

it hurt them so bad they couldent concentrate or pay attention

and she went to tank me by raping me

saying i was as big as them

and i could go killing with her

so i did

885 guidos

in under 10 minutes

under 10 seconds yea bigger

i got to 18ft tall in 3 seconds

and watch

nefertiti is it

aa womans name

she couldent believe it

that i got rid of my reproductive organ

and went to go at my face to look like hers

holding my eye open to understand what she felt like with her face off

and mutated with drugs

so i had to kill her

at 18ft tall

another giant no one cares rape her

vividaldi would say ot

so i killed him and his family and replaced them with anyone, kids making taller

was usually what a man did

a woman would lay down and get sex from them until she was taller, and old was it

she was old

and there is no more

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nityarawal · 1 year ago

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June 28th,2023

Morning Songs

Talkin' Trash

I Bet You Wish

You Hadn't Done That

I Bet You Wish

You Hadn't Taken A Bribe

I Bet You Wish You Hadn't

Misused Your PhD

With Lies

Giving You An Opportunity

To Sing And Mediate

Today

Arbitrate And Settle

I Told Realtor Chris Jones

We Do It That Way

We Want Idyology

For A Soup Kitchen

Today

A Shelter For My Ladies

Put It In The

Eternity Trust

For Our Daughter's

Daughters'

Defense Teams'

Arbitrate And Mediate

That's The Realtors Way

How Was I Discriminated

Against

For My EncinitasBeachhome.com

Estates

How Was I Discriminated

Against

For Re-Tweeting Broadway

Singers Songs

"Good Guys With Guns,"

My Dear Friend

Josh Radnor Sung

"Good Guys With Guns,"

"What Does That Mean?"

Judge Kelly Mok

Asked Me

"Good Guys With Guns,"

Met Many Since

But They Weren't

So Good To Me

Neo-Nazis

Stung Me With

Tick Germ Warfare

Neo-Nazis

Wouldn't Let Me

Get Medical Care

Neo-Nazis

Pretended To Be

Half Jewish

Friends

Sent By Guadalupe

Mary Magdalena

Schmitz's Animal Rescue

Neo-Nazis

Psychologists From

New York

Thought They Could

Hire Me

To Clean Moldy

Kitchens

Sell Their Homes

Be A Maid

Live With Rats

And Prevent Me

From Medical

Neo-Nazis

Didn't Serve

Restraining Orders

None Of It is Real

You Can't claim An

RO Is Served On Phone

In Covid

But Was My

Paralegal

Julia- Boosom

"Bossemed" For The Courts

Present

On All The Lies

Present On All The

Bribes For

Atty Ken Carlsson

And His Victims

Slaves Of Courts

Carmel Benson

Ponzi Scam

Need A Soup Kitchen

Where The Chef

Won't Be Drunk

Need A Soup Kitchen

Where The Owner Isn't

Pill Poppin'

Need A Soup Kitchen

At Idyology

Don't Turn My

Favorite Creekside

Restaurant

Into A Funeral Parlor

On Psychologists

Bribes

Soup Kitchen

Ghost Me

And I'll Wonder

Why

Throw Away My

Car Key And I.D.

And We'll Think

You Took A Bribe

Raping At The

Soup Kitchen

Pimping Out Employees

To Boytoy Boyfriend

Cops Daniel Godsnicks

Gay Sheriff Jeremy Parsons

And Their Pedophile

Sex Sting

You Said You Wanted

To Use Me

As An Underwear Model

You Said You Wanted

To Use Me

As Your Partner

For Gays Underwear

You Said You Wanted

To Use Me

And You Certainly Did

When You Cut Off

"Sunshine Superman,"

With Your Idiotic

Drunk Karaoke

Use Me

No More

We Saw What You

Mean Lesbians

Do On Bribes

At Court

Use Me

Use Me No More

Got To Be Paid

For All Unemployment

Damages

Caged

Smeared With Whores

Rat Infested Kitchen

Moldy

Flooding

And Shit Filled

Wine Room

Spreading Your

Little Dogs Spirochete Germs

In Covid

Rolo Wasn't An Asshole

Like You Said

But My Little Gold

Wiener Dog Mascot

Tried To Run Away

Every Day

Despite

Gourmet Hamburgers

We All Knew

The Owner Was Mean

We Liked It

When She Made Up

Like Good Make Up Sex

Said Little 16 Year Old

Alicia

After Carmel

Called Her A Bitch

I'm Not A Bitch

She Cried

And Told Me

I'm Not A Bitch

Nitya - I Know That

But Why'd She Say

That

It Was Her First Job

Struggling To Survive

An Estranged

Child Of Court

By Principal Grandparent

Why'd She Say That

I'm Not A Bitch

Because She's A

Belligerent Drunk

I Wiped Away

The Child's Tears

Gave Her Comfort

A Hug

A Drink of Water

Something To Eat

Mother's Love

Desperate

Needs

I Wiped Away Her

Tears

Gave Her Something

To Eat

Next Boss Lady

Started Screaming

About Princesses

She Had A New York

Complex

Always Taking Bribes

We Tried To Save

Her And

Idyology

We Tried To Save

Her Many Times

Just Like Joan

Grandizio

Burning Through

My Handymen

Attys Losing Legs

Trying To Serve Her

In Her

Shit Filled Dungeons

Parasites

Scabies And Lice Doctors Said

Why Don't You Close

Down These

Animal Rescues

Trafficking

Women

NARDO Got Over 20

Wrongful Slumlord

Lawsuits

To Mediate For Us

We Insist Realtors

Take Over

And Settle

All The Ponzi Probate

Scams Of Courts

Wrote Gay D.A.

Congressmen

Not enough Congress Women

And Sheriff

Appears To Be

A Mommy Hating

Cult Amongst US

Carmel Benson Said She

Had A Princess

Syndrom- Screamed

Drunk At Thai

Mistress Of Atty

Ken Carlsson

Carmel Said

She Had A Princess

Complex

And Idy People

Heard

Left US A Sign

Roadkill

If I'm A Princess

Why Am I Washing

Dishes

I Sent Her A Picture

And Posted Their Roadkill Sign

PR Artists Try

If I'm A Princess

Why'd She Steal My Car

If I'm A Princess

Why'd You Have Me

Raped On The Black

Market For AI Bribes

And Porn

If I'm A Princess

Why'd The Neo-Nazis

Come So Close

To Murdering Me

And Alienating

My Babies

And Italiano

Mamma Mia's

Children

Why'd The Neo-Nazis

Come So Close

Tampering With

International Custody Battle

My Rightful Dissolution

And Freedom

Of Speech

Why'd The Neo-Nazis

Bang Me On The

Head

Break My Ribs

Traffic US In Covid

On Gays Kicks

And Jump Me In

Carmel Benson's

Wine Bar And Dishroom

When I Was Only

Trying To Take Out

The Trash

I Was Only Trying To

Take Out Her Trash

Were You Talking Trash

About Me

She Asked

She Heard The Shop Owners

Smearing US

In A Mommy

Hating

Campaign - Were You

Talking Trash About

Me She Asked

No Carmel

I Always

Take Out

Your Trash

I Promise

I Always

Take Out

All Our

Trash

I Always

Take Out

Everyone's

Trash

Peace,

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal

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lauryn-order · 1 year ago

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wait what happened?

So, for reference, this is the same doctor I went to this weekend that diagnosed me with lice from across the room without looking at my head/hair. I do not have lice. I almost poured pesticides on my head for no reason and I thought that was bad.

This is worse.

I went because I had a rash on the back of my neck, kinda like one my goddaughter had. It was cheaper for me to go see what it was than her, so I went.

This doctor looked at it for literally 5 seconds at most and diagnosed it as ringworm. Put me on a medication for it for the next month.

When I picked it up, the pharmacy only had enough for a few days and I was supposed to pick the rest up today.

Well this morning I got a call from the pharmacy from one of the techs. Immediately I could tell he was extremely serious and alarmed by his tone.

He asked me if I was still taking Abilify, which I do for my anxiety. He asked me if my doctor knew this and I said yes. Then he was like, “The medication she prescribed you absolutely can NOT be taken if you’re on Abilify. It’s a Level 1 drug interaction.”

According to Google: “Level 1 consists of the most serious, life-threatening interactions implemented as “hard stop” alerts that require a clinician to either cancel the order he or she is writing or discontinue the pre-existing, interacting medication order.”

He told me that it can cause serious heart issues like arrhythmias.

I am on heart medication because my heart rate is insanely high naturally.

The other day I felt EXTREMELY unwell. I was shaky, dizzy, didn’t feel safe to stand or move, etc. At the time, I thought it was because of caffeine, but that it was weird since I didn’t have any more caffeine than my usual.

I now think I had a heart episode because of the medication I was prescribed.

So, yeah. For once, I’m not being dramatic when I say my doctor literally almost killed me. This bitch literally almost killed me.

#I’m so mad #and I don’t know what to do #obviously I’m gonna stop taking the meds she prescribed #but that’s all I know

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remnants · 2 years ago

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reasons i would like to quit my job even though i can't because i am a college student and supporting 2 cats:

-a lady reached down her pants to scratch her coochie (i mean bare hand to bare coochie no layers in between) before handing me her money

-another lady told me i don't understand how to interact with humans because i wouldn't leave the register to unlock something for her. i am a cashier, i literally am not allowed to leave the register unattended. also we were in the middle of being robbed.

-old lady yelled at me because the pharmacy was closed and i wouldn't break the law by hopping the counter to go get her prescription.

-lady said i didn't have personality because i didn't laugh at her joke (it wasn't funny. they never are.) she then got hired at my store, became a shift lead, and proceeded to become one of the most passive aggressive people ive ever worked with

-another lady (as you may have gathered women hate me </3) got mad at me because we only had paper bags. im sorry for not being in the room that day the city decided to ban plastic bags. i should've fought harder for your rights.

-this dude got snippy with me because i didn't know what or where lice treatment was. sorry for never having had lice you itchy bitch i hope you get them again.

-this other dude called me a dumb rat because i didn't know what a oreo cakester was. he wanted to steal them. he asked where they were and when i said i didn't know he proceeded to go to exactly where they were, pick up a couple boxes and walk out of the store. (IF YOU KNEW WHERE THEY WERE WHY DID YOU ASK.)

-this one dude came in the store and and came behind the counter to steal cigarettes and the lady i was ringing up just looked at me. im not saying be a hero but she could've went to go get someone instead of waiting for me to scan her milk.

-some guy left his lit cigarette on the counter. just fuck fire safety ig.

-people do not put their money in my hand they toss it on the counter and wait for me to pick it up. one of these days someone is gonna get pelted with change. HAND YOUR CASHIERS YOUR MONEY.

-someone called the cops on a shoplifter and didn't tell me so the cop came in and then got mad at me because i didn't know what was going on. what the fuck do i look like to you? detective dickhead? you're the one on the case not me.

-this lady came in today and tried to talked to me about tyre nichols and what happened and it was all very weird and ended with her telling me that she felt sorry for me because i was black. like ok sister sandy please get the fuck away from me 💖

#tomi.txt #customer service workers should make $1000/hr

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iteveit-reblog · 10 months ago

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This one is a weird one, because its partially not the school system's fault, but the school did eventually enable what came after.

6th grade, homeroom teacher and nurse teach us about periods since they were right around the corner for some girls in our class. My young self goes oh I think my older sister has that! I go home happy and having learned something new, and tell my mom about it. I don't remember any particular reaction from her, but my mom is someone who is ultra fundamentalist conservative. Mind you this one time class was only given to the girls in 6th grade. Our homeroom teacher was a lady, and our nurse was also a conservative old lady. So i have no fucking clue why my mom and dad got really triggered that their 11 year old daughter was taught about periods. They go to my next PTA meeting, call my principal and whatever else, essentially give my teacher (whom i liked) the lecture of a lifetime. I head to school after that, unbeknownst to what occured, and my teacher has a 180° flip in attitude towards me. The amount of bullying i had to endure from her, and as a result from students in my class was... Well i never got over it. I got sent to detention over the randomest shit. Tripped and scraped my knee during recess? Well I mustve been running after someone to harass them. Detention for you, and dont go to the nurse for a bandaid. Drawing in my school-assigned blank notebook that's for art, 10 MINUTES BEFORE ART CLASS? Well i think thats cause for you to be sent to the principal because you were drawing well to make other people in the class feel bad about themselves. Detention for you, also you cant attend any art classes anymore for the duration of the academic year. Probably the shit that hurt the most when i would get made fun of, and have straight up lies be told about me, in front of everyone in the class. She'd say stuff in front of class about how filthy i am and id be sitting there flabbergasted. i never talked back cause i was a VERY shy student. We had a class party on one day when our yearbook photos were supposed to be taken. I had my hair down, and i got told by the teacher in front of everyone to tie my hair up cause i have lice, and my lice would get into people's hair and all the food laid out ????? WHAT LICE??? Then i was sent to the principal's office for some obscure reason i dont remember and wasnt allowed to have my year book picture taken. I hated school but as a kid i liked dressing nice and taking the yearbook photos for myself. When i asked the teacher if i could take the photo since i missed my turn, straight up she said "i dont think youd look nice in the picture, so dont waste the photographer's time."

I have no fucking clue how much free time my principal and my homeroom teacher had so that theyd brutally single me out that year. I have no fucking clue what my grades were that year, that year and every year after (until i moved schools 4 years later) no one in my grade wanted anything to do with me. That one year single-handedly made me dread going to any kind of class or school. Dont get me wrong though, i equally blame my bitch ass parents for this.

Everyone give me the most screwed up thing that has ever happened to you in the american public school system

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chuxchux · 3 years ago

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Them having lice.

Boredom can make you do weird shit. Can’t it…

Albedo

Okay first of all.

This is what happens when you don’t take care of yourself

Yeah yeah whatever. Who cares if you are a homunculus? Those hoes attack anyways. Lice don’t give a shit

You were just walking calmly to your boyfriends lab, when you finally get there and spend some time with him.

Just watching him do his experiments…

Something is off

Why the fuck does he keep scratching his head? Does he have a problem or something?

Albedo suddenly did a “hm” noise and said

“So this was the thing that kept annoying me?”

What thing? Was it you? Nah

Albedo then turned around and came close to where you were sitting. And sat at your lap saying “if you don’t mind, could you check my hair?”

Check your hair..? Who asks that

You decided to not ask and just went with it and checked his hair.

Then you saw those pesky motherfuckers

They were just walking around his scalp and chilling.

Probably thinking that they in the club of some shit.

Probably would be drinking a beer if they could

You did NOT get any of those pesky motherfuckers out. You did not want to touch them

Then you told albedo that he had lice and should probably get treated by someone.

But he decided that the someone had to be YOU.

Fucking bitch…

This is what you get for not washing your hair for three months

Then after you finish treating the lice that he had. You suddenly felt a itch

And then another itch and then another itch and it keeps going.

That’s when you knew.

You fucked up

Gorou

Man has it every fucking month.

At this point you just want to shave his hair off and the hair of his ears.

But then you remember…

How would he look like, having no hair on his head

Traumatizing

Uy.

You are starting to think it’s a tradition for them to come at his hair every month

Sometimes you have caught him scratching his head with his foot…

Maybe he has flees? At this point you don’t even know

Childe

He doesn’t have lice. He has crabs instead…

Fucking pubic hairs

Aether

Paimon had it first.

Then him

And then you…

How did it happen?

Razor happened.

When you found out that he had lice by a certain someone…

You were crying your fucking ass off

Have you seen his hair!? Too long

When you were treating his hair it lasted for at least 5 hours or more.

They were EVERYWHERE

Remember albedo? Them having having a club?

There is probably 6 clubs in there…

You just wanted to cut his hair right there in the spot.

Then came you.

I’m sorry but you shaved your hair off

Completely.

And then they went to paimon again.

Kazuha

Gorou spread the lice(flees?) onto him.

And beidou had to suffer…

But since they where on their way to liyue. She decided to pass him onto you.

You are his partner after all…

When you had to deal with kazuhas lice…

It was pretty normal!

But not when it came to kazuha writing poems and reading them out loud…

And what were they about?

Lice.

Sometimes you saw the lice on a praying position…

You were scared.

I’m sorry if you saw this and read this. I was bored okay?

#lice #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin #gender neutral reader #reader #boredom #bored #why did I make this?#gorou #kazuha #aether #albedo #childe

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cold-frogs · 3 years ago

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My fucking ex (which now goes to a different school) called my school and told them that I had a box cutter that I use to sh (which SHE had a fetish for and very much encouraged), then my principle and counselor forced me into the office with like 3 police officers that searched my bag and also found a lighter (which was completely innocent I brought it to school cuz I found it on the bus) and made me call a hotline and tell them what was going on. Then, they threatened to bring me to my local mental hospital that has cockroaches, lice, bedbugs, and literal rats so i told them I'm fine. My mom was so sad and I didn't want her to know. I got suspended for 2 whole weeks. My principle constantly misgendered me and had the audacity to tell me she wishes me the best even though she's a complete bitch. My parents aren't mad, and it's honestly nice to actually hear that they care. I love my mom so much and I hope she isn't upset anymore. I honestly don't want to get clean but I guess I won't cut anymore at school.

#s3lf h4rm #twsh #sh #shhhhhh #harmmmmmmmmm

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thesapphictimelady · 4 years ago

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When Witches Don’t Fight

Moving this from my old blog onto my main. Please let me know what you think!

Word count: 2k

Warnings: mentions of previous violence.

“Welcome to Miss Robichaux's Academy for exceptional young witches.”

Megara’s mouth dropped when the doors opened, revealing the grand entrance. Until about 20 minutes ago, her home had been a cardboard box in a back alley. An elegant-looking woman in a black skirt and white blouse descended the stairway and smiled warmly at Megara.

“Hello, I am Cordelia Goode. Headmistress and supreme. You must be Megara.”

Cordelia held out her hand, and Megara shied away from it. Cordelia frowned.

“Megara, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m here to help you. I would never hurt my girls.”

Megara backs up to cling to Zoe, and Cordelia can tell the older girl is not too thrilled about it. Cordelia slowly lowers herself to the ground, trying not to look too threatening to the young girl.

“I won’t hurt you, Megara. You’re safe here.” Cordelia held out her hand, “You’re safe here,” she repeated.

Slowly, Megara released Zoe and took Cordelia’s hand. Cordelia offered her a warm smile.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” Cordelia stood, taking Megara with her, and led her up the stairs into her chambers. As Cordelia wrapped an arm around her, she notices just how thin the girl is and frowns. Once they reach Cordelia’s room, she helps Megara strip down and tosses her clothes into the hamper. Cordelia clicked her tongue as she helped Megara into the tub. The girl had bruises all over her thin frame and seemed to be favoring her right side.

“Zoe tells me she found you in an alley,” Cordelia said quietly. “How long have you been on the streets?”

Megara sat very still before she carefully shrugged one shoulder. Cordelia wet a washcloth and began to lather soap onto her back, taking care not to scrub too harshly.

“How did you get these?” Cordelia asked, gently wiping away the layers of dirt and grime to reveal more bruises in various stages of healing. Megara didn’t respond, and Cordelia set down the washcloth and moved to face her. Megara’s face was streaked with tears, and her body was trembling.

Cordelia hesitated briefly before gathering Megara into her arms, ignoring the dirt and wet spots on her white blouse. “Hey, hey, hey,” she whispered in Megara’s ear, “You’re okay. I’m here. You’re safe.”

As Megara’s tears dried, Cordelia released her and began massaging shampoo into her hair. Zoe quietly crept into the bathroom.

“Hey, Cordelia?”

“Yes, Zoe?”

“I have all the girls settled in for the night, but there are no open beds.”

Cordelia sighed and wiped her hands on her skirt. “Thank you, Zoe. I’ll figure something out. You can go to bed now.”

Zoe nodded and left, leaving Cordelia to rinse the suds out of Megara’s hair. She began to hum quietly as the older woman threaded her fingers through her hair.

“Stay right here. I’m going to get you something to wear.” Cordelia grabbed some of her pajamas from her drawer along with a towel and helped Megara out of the tub. Once the girl was dry, Cordelia helped her into the pajamas. They hung off of Megara’s thin frame, making Cordelia frown once again. Seeing this, Megara wrapped her arms around herself. Cordelia shook her head.

“It’s okay. You’re just so small. But it doesn’t matter right now.” Cordelia pasted a smile onto her face, though the worry stayed just between her eyes, “It’s late. We don’t have somewhere for you right now, but it’s okay. You can sleep with me tonight.”

Cordelia threw back the blankets and patted the bed. Megara climbed in, and Cordelia followed, using magic to turn off the light. She watched carefully until she was sure the young girl was asleep before drifting off herself.

Cordelia woke early the next morning, the sun just barely peeking over the horizon. She carefully climbed out of bed and checked on the still sleeping girl. Megara’s face was beaded with sweat, and her face was twisted like she was in the midst of an attack. Cordelia jumped into action and shook her by the shoulders, trying to wake her.

“Megara, wake up. Wake up, you’re safe, but you have to wake up.”

Megara shot up, and Cordelia wrapped a blanket around her shoulders, tucking her under her chin while the girl shook and sobbed. Cordelia cursed under her breath at the feeling of the raised scars along Megara’s back.

“Hecate, we need to get some salve on you.”

The sound of her harsh tone set Megara crying again, and Cordelia held her tighter, shushing her and rocking, hoping to calm her down before she woke any of the other girls. The door to the room creaked open, and Misty stepped inside.

“Miss Cordelia? Is everything alright?”

“Yes, Misty. Everything is fine.”

The willowy girl turned to leave.

“Wait, Misty, can you get the jar that’s in the greenhouse? It should be right inside the door.”

Misty nodded, “Absolutely. I’ll be right back.”

Cordelia gently eased Megara off her and began to assess the damage she didn’t look at the previous night. She brushed the wild red hair away from Megara’s face, smiling sadly at the resemblance to Myrtle. Then she got to work. She hadn’t looked all that closely the previous night, but now she gently began to probe the severity of the bruising, stopping every time the girl winced. She grimaced upon seeing the bugs in her hair, knowing she would need to send one of the girls to the local pharmacy in order to treat her.

“I will be right back,” she told the redhead. “Don’t go anywhere.” Cordelia quietly crept down the hall, stopping outside of Madison’s door. She took a deep breath, knowing waking the witch at this hour wouldn’t be pretty before she knocked.

“Madison?” she called softly, opening the door.

“What do you want bitch?” Madison groaned from under her pillow.

“I need you to run to the store.”

“Tell Zoe.”

“Zoe has a class this morning. I know that your schedule is wide open. So you’re going.” Cordelia said firmly, opening the curtains to let in the light.

Madison rolled over and pulled her blanket over her head. Cordelia sighed and yanked back the blankets.

“What the fuck?!” Madison shouted.

“Up,” Cordelia said, holding the blankets out of her reach. “I need you to pick this up.” she handed the blonde a scrap of paper. Madison squinted at it and groaned.

“One of the little witch bitches has lice?”

“Madison, I’ve told you not to call them that. It doesn’t matter if someone does. I asked you to go pick it up for me.”

“Fine, but you owe me, Cordy!” Cordelia rolled her eyes and went back to her room. Megara and Misty were seated on her bed, Misty trying to convince Megara to take her shirt off.

“Come on, darlin’. I brought this cream to take away the hurt.”

“Misty,” Cordelia interjected, “I can take it from here. Thank you.” Misty stood from the bed and handed Cordelia the jar. Cordelia took her place on the bed and placed a hand on Megara’s shoulder.

“Sweetheart, I have something to help heal some of those cuts and scrapes. Can I put it on you?” Megara shook her head violently. “Okay, okay, shh.” Cordelia set the jar down, “I won’t do anything until you give me permission. I promise.”

Megara leaned over and placed her head carefully in Cordelia’s lap. As if on autopilot, Cordelia’s hand went to play with the wild red hair. The young girl made a noise of contentment and snuggled further into the Supreme’s lap, making herself comfortable.

“Cordelia, phone for you!” Zoe held her phone away from her ear. “It’s Madison. I think you’re better equipped for this.”

Cordelia sighed and gently moved Megara off her lap before sliding off the bed and taking Zoe’s phone.

“Hello?”

“CORDELIA!” Madison shouted, causing Cordelia to wince at the volume.

“Yes, Madison?”

“You HAVE to come pick me up. They won’t let me leave.”

“Why not?” Madison mumbled something, and Cordelia pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Speak up, please.”

“Can you just come get me?”

“Give me ten minutes.” Cordelia hung up and passed the phone back to Zoe. “Can you sit with Megara? I’m going to go get Madison.” Zoe nodded.

“Yeah, I’ll hang out with her.”

“Thank you, Zoe.” Cordelia grabbed her keys and knelt down next to Megara. “I will be right back. Zoe is going to sit with you until I get back.” Cordelia stood and faced Zoe. “If I’m not back before class starts, have Misty come in, okay? I want Megara to stay here until she’s been treated and settled into the academy.” Zoe nodded, and Cordelia took a deep breath before turning on her heel and went out to her car.

She gripped the wheel hard enough that her knuckles were white during the whole drive to the pharmacy. Once she arrived, she threw the car in park and slammed the car door before making her way into the store.

“Excuse me; I’m looking for Madison Montgomery?” The security guard nodded and gestured to the back of the store.

“Back in the break room. Hey, aren’t you that lady from the news?”

Cordelia ignored him in favor of stalking through the store and throwing open the door to the break room. Madison immediately jumped off of the couch and threw her arms in the air.

“It’s about time you got here!” Cordelia silenced her with a flick of her wrist and turned to the man standing in the room.

“What did she do?”

“Better for you to see,” he said, clicking play on the computer.

Cordelia came to stand next to him. On the screen, Madison was picking up the lice medication when a man grabbed her from behind. Madison’s mouth was open in a scream, and in her rush to get away from the man, she knocked everything off of the shelves. When she couldn’t fight him off, she closed her eyes, and the man went flying.

“As you can see, she caused quite the scuffle.”

“SHE caused a scuffle?” Cordelia said. “That’s not what I’m seeing. I’m seeing her fight off an attacker. Where is he? Why isn’t he in here?”

“He wasn’t the problem here-”

“I’m sorry, WHAT?” Cordelia cut him off. “I don’t know what you saw, but I saw him grab one of my girls and her defend herself! Now, I’ll ask again. Where is he?”

“He went home. He’s one of my employee’s, and I gave him the rest of the day off.”

“You will give him the rest of his life off,” Cordelia hissed, “I want him fired, or else I will be pressing charges.”

“Cordy,” Madison said, “It’s time to go. Just let it go.”

Cordelia whirled around to find Madison sitting on the floor, tears on her face.

“You’re right.” Cordelia helped her up and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “We should go,”

“Wait, I want payment for the merchandise she destroyed!” Cordelia gave him a look that could kill, and he immediately quieted down.

“Come on, Madison. Let’s get you home.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Are you mad?” Madison asked softly.

“Mad?” Cordelia said, gripping the steering wheel tighter.

“I am LIVID. But not with you. You defended yourself.”

Cordelia’s phone ringing cut her off. She glanced in the rearview mirror.

“Madison, can you reach behind you and just see who’s calling me?”

Madison twisted in her seat and fished the phone from Cordelia’s purse.

“It’s Misty. Should I answer it?”

“Yes, please. Just make sure the school isn’t on fire.”

“Heya swampy!” Huh? What’s that supposed to mean? Okay, okay, I’ll tell her.” Madison hung up the phone and tossed it back into Cordelia’s purse.

“Well?” Cordelia prompted.

“Swampy just said ‘she spoke.’ Who spoke?”

“Hold on tight, Madison. We’re taking a shortcut back to the school.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Misty flung the door open before Cordelia could even get her keys out of her purse.

“Oh, ‘Delia! I’m so glad you’re back!”

“Misty, what did she say?” Cordelia asked, gripping the swamp witch’s shoulders.

“She looked at Zoe an’ said ‘help’ an’ then she started scratchin’ her face and pullin’ her hair.”

“Where is she now?”

“She’s still in your room. Zoe an’ Queenie are holdin’ her down.”

Cordelia glanced around the room and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Misty, if you’re here and they’re upstairs, who is watching the girls?”

Misty shuffled her feet. “They’re outside.”

“Shit, Misty, that’s not safe.”

“I know! An’ I’m real sorry…”

“It’s okay.” Cordelia took her purse and the pharmacy bag out of Madison’s hands. “Madison, you’re on kid duty.”

“What?! Why can’t Swampy do it?”

“Because I told you to do it. I don’t have time to argue with you right now. Go keep an eye on the girls.”

Madison stomped out of the room, grumbling under her breath.

Cordelia could hear Megara’s cries before she reached her room. She eased the door open as quietly as she could, not wanting to scare the girl. Cordelia took a moment to survey the scene. Zoe and Queenie both sported scratches and bites while Megara thrashed like a woman possessed under them. Cordelia lowered herself onto the bed, placing a hand on Megara’s temple. Before she could begin the spell to calm her, Megara bit down on Cordelia’s arm.

“Shit,” she hissed, pulling away. “Zoe. Queenie. Go with Misty. She’ll clean those bites up.”

“But-” Zoe began.

“No buts. I can handle her.” Cordelia scooted herself across the bed until she sat behind Megara and carefully lowered the thrashing girl into her arms. Zoe and Queenie slowly released their hold on the girl and followed Misty out of the room.

Cordelia gently tightened her grip on the fiery redhead, placing Megara’s head onto her chest, hoping the rhythmic beating of her heart would help to calm the girl. Megara made a final attempt to bite down on Cordelia’s arm. Cordelia suppressed the urge to jerk away from the girl and her sharp teeth. Instead, she focused on keeping her breathing even and steady. She could tell Megara was exhausted from fighting. She just needed to coaxing to fall into sleep’s embrace. Taking a deep breath, she began humming a lullaby that Myrtle had sung to her as a young girl. Within a few minutes, Megara had fallen asleep in the Supreme’s arms.

#ahs fanfiction #cordelia goode #sarah paulson #fanfic #american horror story

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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 5 years ago

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Cheryl//she means everything to me

Request: Can I request a Cheryl Blossom request where the reader is Archie's twin (a girl) and a super close with her brother and his friends so she doesn't like Cheryl but one day she finds Cheryl crying over Jason and comforts her so Cheryl falls for her and becomes like her best friends has her join the vixens constantly by her side and eventually the reader falls for her and like a super fluffy ending please ps I really love everything you write

hey! i had so much fun writing this, you have no idea! its also super gay!

“Well would you look at that, the sad breakfast club have reunited at lunch.” Cheryl’s cheery voice stops all conversations happening and everyone turns to look at her, her red hair blows softly in slight breeze and her eyes twinkle with whatever chaos she’s going to cause today.

“What do you want Cheryl?” Betty is the first to speak, dropping her fork on her tray as you all wait for her to start her insults.

“Well, cousin, I actually wanted to see how you were. But however, if you’re going to be like that.” She clears her throat before narrowing her eyes. “Betty, your ponytail is wonky and that sweater really washes you out, your hobo of a boyfriend really needs a bath because well, I can smell him from here, or maybe thats just the ridiculously childish hat he refuses to take off. Archie, you’re hair is so ridiculously bright today, its actually blinding me, and it looks like you’ve put enough product in to drown all the little lice that lives in it, Veronica that dress was popular last season, and the shoes a decade ago, and Y/n, I actually didn’t realize you were here. Like I kind of forgot that you existed for a few minutes. What’s it like in your brothers shadow?” She finishes her little speech with a bright smile and the five of you sigh before starting to eat again. You can never read Cheryl, one day she can be sweet and lovely and want to help, the next she’s the worst person you’ll ever meet.

“Probably a lot nicer than being in yours...I can imagine Jason’s shadow is particularly cold.” Veronica retorts and your eyes widen in surprise...that was cold, even for Veronica. Archie smiles proudly at his girlfriend and presses a soft kiss to her head while the rest of the table laugh, including yourself, all 5 of you ignoring Cheryl as she turns on her heel and storms off.

“Lovely talking to you!” Jughead calls after her causing you all to laugh even louder.

“Will she ever stop being a bitch?” You wonder aloud and the laughing pauses, giving everyone a chance to look at each other for a few seconds before you start giggling again.

“I don’t think its possible for Cheryl to be anything other.” Your brother replies through a mouthful of sandwich and you nod in reply.

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“Do you wanna ride Y/n?” Archie shouts across the parking lot as he gestures to the truck behind him. Veronica is already in the passenger seat scrolling through her phone and you so desperately want to go with them, even if they’ll do gross things in Archie’s room until your mom gets back from work, but today apparently is not your day,

“If I’m not back when mom gets home tell her that I haven’t been kidnapped or murdered, I’m just going to be late because Cheryl set her Vixens out for revenge and they’ve stolen my bag so I get to play a fun game of hide-and-seek with all my stuff.” You huff, blowing a piece of hair from your face as your shoulder slump in defeat. The fact that you could be spending up to a few hours extra at this stupid school actually hitting you, and Archie gives you a sympathetic look in response to your frown.

“Do you need some help?” He offers but you shake your head. You don’t want to drag him into this, plus you can imagine the Vixens are already planning what they’re going to do to him and the rest of your friends, so you may-as-well give him some peace while he can get it.

“Nah, I’m sure I’ll be fine. I was always the best at finding things when we were younger.” You shrug. “Plus, you don’t want to keep your girlfriend waiting.” You nod towards Veronica who’s hanging her head out the passenger window.

“I suppose not.” He replies, a soft smile playing on his lips as he looks back at his girlfriend and you can’t help but feel a little sad. You’re glad Archie and Veronica have finally worked everything out and are madly in love, but a small part of you feels left behind.

Practically all of your friends are in relationships or are dating, leaving you to be the odd one out at literally any get together. However you have very limited options when it comes to dating, there’s not a lot of queer girls in Riverdale, or even the surrounding towns, at least not a lot of them are out and the ones that are you don’t really like that much. *cough* Cheryl *cough*. And no matter how hard your friends try to set you up with someone, they always seems to pick the worst people. No matter how many times you tell them what your type is.

Three weeks ago Veronica set you up with a girl who came into Pop’s a lot and the only reason she went on a date with you is because she liked Veronica and wanted to know her ‘deal’. Which you can imagine she was very surprised when you told her she was dating your twin brother...yikes.

Maybe you should join a convent. Or get one of those apps that Kevin uses, but only weirdos...and Kevin are on those types of apps. And do they even have them for gay girls.

You ponder your options as you walk behind the bleachers, humming a song you heard in the car this morning as you go. You’re also trying to figure out how to get back at Cheryl and her minions when you hear sniffling coming from a little further ahead of you. Stopping in your tracks you look up and towards the noise to see none other than Cheryl Blossom crying by herself. Thankfully she hasn’t seen you yet and and you quickly look around to see how far your escape is. You're about to turn on your heels when the nice side of you decides to show up, unfortunately.

God, why do I have to have a conscious.

You take a deep breath and send a prayer to literally anybody listening that she doesn’t bite your head off, before you slowly make your way towards the red-head.

“Cheryl?” Your voice shakes with uncertainty and as soon as she hears someone say her name her head lifts up and she’s wiping the tears from her eyes, a look of distain taking over the previous sad expression.

“What do you want Andrews?” She spits and looks you up and down.

You decided to ignore her tone, and try to keep your nice one as you continue your conversation. “Are you okay?”

“Just fine.” She crosses her arms over her chest and her jaw locks as she looks away from you.

“Are you sure?” You ask and sit on the floor a few feet away from her. “Because, you don’t seem it.”

“What’s it to you anyway?” She snaps and you roll your eyes.

“You’re right. It is none of my business.” You sigh and stand up, dusting your jeans off once your stood. “I hope you feel better soon.”

“Y/n?” She calls after you and you huff before turning around. “I’m sorry.” Your eyes widen at the words thats just come of of her mouth and you need to sit down.

“What?!” Your jaw drops and she rolls her eyes at you. “Did you actually just apologize to me?”

“Yes, but I can take it back if you want.” She mutters and you force a smile away as you sit down beside her again, this time a tiny bit closer to her than before but she doesn’t seem to mind, instead your pretty sure she shuffles a little closer to you too.

“Sorry.” You mumble and a small smile appears on her face.

“Did you just apologize?” She mocks and you giggle a little.

“Okay, I deserved that.” You nod. “Do you want to talk about why you’re sat on the floor behind the bleachers after everyone has gone home, crying?”

“Well, when you put it so delicately, sure.” She replies and you send her a look. “I miss Jason.”

“Oh.” You say and look at the your hands. You’re not really sure what to say to that. It’s not like you can bring him back, or even take away her pain. As much as you don’t like her, Cheryl’s been through an awful lot. Far more than anybody else and you can’t help but feel slightly sorry for her.

“Yep.” She take a quick glance at you before deciding to look straight ahead. An idea pops into your head and you sit up a little before looking at her.

“What do you miss about him?”

“What?” She furrows her brows as she looks at you and you take a deep breath before explaining.

“Well, in my experience...it kind of helps to talk about what you miss about them. Because it doesn’t push away the fact that they’re gone, and it also helps me remember the best bits about them. So even though it always stings, overall it makes me feel a little better. If that makes sense?”

“Yeah.” She nods and you can tell she’s thinking about what you’ve just said. “I get that. That was surprisingly insightful for you.”

“Thanks.” You laugh and she giggles a little. “So what do you miss about him?”

“I miss...how he always used to tell me stupid jokes whenever mom or dad had been mean to me or if they’d argued.” She smiles a little at the memory, despite the sad undertones and you can’t help but think how brave Cheryl actually is. “And how when we were younger we used to share a room and he would always tell me bedtime stories. Usually after my mom had come in and told us scary ones. As soon as he’d hear her walk down the stairs he would slip out of his bed and climb into mine and tell me magical stories, usually involving the two of us. We’d be superheroes or we’d live in a caste and we’d be happy.”

“Thats sweet.”

“Yeah. He was. He was just the best. He always looked after me, no matter what. None of his friends were aloud to make fun of me no matter how old we were, and when I didn’t have many friends when I was younger he’d make sure I never felt lonely...he was a good person.”

“He was yeah.” You nod in agreement. “When I was about ten, he was playing football with a bunch of his friends and I was walking past them, trying to get away from them as soon as possible. He ended up throwing the ball and it hit me right in the end making me fall over. And instead of laughing, he ran over to me and he said sorry while helping me up. Then he took me to the nurses office and waited with me until my dad picked me up.” You smile flickers for a moment at the mention of your father and Cheryl seems to pick up on it, placing a gentle hand on your arm making you smile a little. “If that was any other boy, they would have laughed. But no, he helped me and I think that sums up Jason perfectly.”

“Yeah. It really does.” She looks at you properly, for what is probably the first time ever and she feels her breathing quicken. How was she ever mean to you? Your eyes are sparkling in the sunlight as you talk about the very few memories of Jason, and she has to fight the urge to cry. Nobody apart from her brother has ever been this nice to her, and after Jason’s death, nobody really said anything nice about him, they usually just talked about the theories surrounding his murder.

A soft smile dances across your lips, the corners of your lips curled upwards and she feels herself mirroring it. Your hair blows a little in the slight breeze and you tuck the stray bits behind your ear, leaving the rest to fall around your face. She giggles when your nose scrunches up at a particularly gross part of a story involving puke and a swimming pool and she frowns when you stop laughing, due to a sad part in a story that also involves your father. She just wants to wrap her arms around you and forget about the entire world and all of the horrible things in it.

“Did that help?” You ask and she nods, a sweet smile on her lips as she looks at you.

“Yeah...thanks.”

“No problem!” You reply, a bright grin on your face and she feels her heart flutter at the sight. She’s never really seen you smile like this, and even if she has caught a glimpse of it, its never directed at her. She feels like she needs to go back in time and right all of those wrongs because she needs to see you smile like that more often.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why exactly were you skulking around the bleachers in the first place?”

“Oh. I was looking for my bag.”

“How’d you lose a whole bag?” She laughs but when she notices you looking at her, your eyebrows raised, she remembers how you could lose a whole bag. “Oh, yeah. Sorry about that.”

“You can make it up to me by telling me where it is.” You nudge her shoulder and she grimaces.

“Yeahhh. About that. You’re not going to like where they put it.”

“Where did they put it?” You narrow your eyes at her.

“The bin...in the cafeteria.”

“Damn.” You sigh. “Well, I suppose it needed a wash anyway.”

“Sorry.” She sighs, looking at the floor.

“Its fine.” You grab her hand and she looks at you surprised making you pull your hand away (much to her disappointment). “I kind of deserved it. What Veronica said was pretty harsh and I didn’t say anything.”

“No, no. You didn’t say it, you didn’t say anything actually. I was really mean to you and you just took it. I’m so sorry.”

“If it makes you feel any better I did call you a bitch after you left.” You shrug and she looks at your surprised.

“You know.” She stands up and dusts her skirt off, offering you a hand afterwards. “That does kind of make me feel a little better.”

“I’m glad.” You grin and let her pull you up.

“I can help you find your bag and then give you a lift home...thats if you want to.” She trails off at the end, she never feels nervous, but suddenly you’re making her more nervous than she’s ever felt before.

“Sure.” You nod. “You can tell me more stories about Jason if you want.” You ask and its only now that you realize you’re still holding her hand. You mumble a quick sorry and let go before starting to walk away. “You coming?” You look back at her and she swears her heart actually skips a beat as she stares at you, the sun behind you makes you look ethereal, and she’s always believed in angels, but its only now that she’s actually seen one.

“Yeah.” She nods. “Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t think anybody could forget that you existed.”

especially not me...not now

-----

“Did you find your bag honey?” Your mom asks as you walk into the kitchen.

“Mom. You’re back early.” You smile awkwardly at her and then to Archie, who’s stood on the other end of the kitchen with a worried expression on his face. It doesn’t take you a minute to figure out Veronica is upstairs and he’s trying to sneak her out.

“Well, yeah.” She nods and takes a sip of coffee. “I was finished my work and I wanted to spend time with my babies.” She pinches your cheek softly making you roll your eyes. Archie is still looking towards the door and you can hear the slight creaks of the floorboards as Veronica tries to sneak down the stairs.

“I-” Archie is about to practically shout over the noise but your mom puts her hand up in the air, effectively stopping him.

“Just tell her to come down. She can stay for dinner if she wants.” She shakes her head and sends you a quick smile making you giggle.

“Right. Yes. Okay.” He nods and quickly makes his way to the stairs. There’s quiet mumbling before Veronica appears by his side in the doorway of the kitchen, both of them with sweet smiles as they look at your mom.

“Hi, Mrs Andrews.” Veronica waves. “Hey Y/n. Did you find your bag?”

“Yeah. It was in a bin.” You shrug and they all look at you.

“Honey, why would someone do that? Do you want me to call the school?”

“Its fine mom.” You shake your head. “Its just Cheryl and her friends.”

“Well we should talk to someone. They can’t go around putting people’s belongings in the bin. The law clearly state-”

“Mom.” You interrupt her as you sit at the table. “Its fine. She was actually very sorry about it.”

“What!?!” Both Veronica and Archie’s jaws drop while they look at you wide-eyed.

“Cheryl was sorry?” Veronica asks in disbelief.

“Yeah.” You shrug. “She helped me look for it.”

“Yeah. I don’t believe that in the slightest.” She replies.

“Definitely. She’s got something planned. And its big.” Archie agrees.

“Or she could just be being nice. That does actually happen you know.” You reply and he laughs sarcastically.

“Yeah, I don’t think she knows how to be nice. Why are you even defending her? Earlier today you asked if she would ever stop being a bitch.”

“Archie! Language!” Your mom scolds and the two of your roll your eyes.

“That was before I had an actual conversation with her instead of insulting her. Which is what you do.”

“I don’t insult her, Veronica insults her.” He replies.

“Archie!” Veronica slaps him arm lightly and he mumbles a quick apology.

“Yeah, but you don’t do anything to stop the insults.”

“Neither do you.” He retorts and you cross your arms.

“Well, I’m doing it right now s-”

“Okay!” Your mom shouts instantly shutting everyone up. “Thats enough. We’re going to have a nice family dinner and we’re going to enjoy each others company. Now stop shouting at each other. And say sorry.”

It takes a few seconds and a lot of glares and huffs but eventually you say sorry to each other and Archie sits on the opposite side of the table of you, followed quickly by Veronica.

“Do you like Cheryl?” He mouths while your mom is plating up the food and when she isn’t looking you make sure to kick him under the table, earning a death glare from him.

“God no.” You huff, scrunching your face up which makes him laugh.

maybe a little

-----

“Here comes the she-devil.” Jughead mumbles quietly and you all look in the direction that he was nodding to. Cheryl is walking towards your table, with a look you’ve never really seen before. Not one thats directed at your friends anyway. She looks happy. A lot different to how you found her yesterday and you’re glad she’s not as sad, a smile really suits her.

“Oh god.” Veronica mumbles as she takes a sip from her drink. “Hey, did we tell you where she hid Y/n’s bag yesterday?” She asks, lowering her voice as Cheryl gets closer and Betty and Jughead shake their heads, leaning further towards her. “In the cafeteria bin.”

“Gross.” Betty scrunches her face up.

“Thats just unhygienic.” Jughead adds.

“You’re telling me.” Veronica replies. “Mrs Andrews had to wash it three times to get the smell of the soup out.”

“Ewww.” They laugh and you send them a quick glare before looking at Cheryl.

“Greetings fellow students.” Cheryl stops in front or your table and the laughter stops. You swear you can see a flicker of sadness flash through her eyes and you decide to quickly change the subject.

“Cheryl!” You smile brightly at her and the sadness you thought you saw disappears completely. Its not everyday that somebody has been this happy to see her and she decides to grab it with both hands.

All night she was up thinking about you, thinking about how she could have gone so long not noticing you, and how she needs to make sure everybody notices you. Everyone needs to know about you. Y/n Andrews, the girl who could take some of Cheryl Blossom’s sadness away, something that has never been done before.

“Hi Cheryl.” Betty greets her and she forces a polite smile to look at your friends, making it a little bigger as she looks at your brother.

“Hi.” She replies. “Can I sit?” She’s now looking back at you, pointing to the seat beside you and you nod, quickly moving down so she can sit beside you. Archie huffs as he’s pushed off the end of the table and he quickly grabs a seat so he can sit back down.

“Are you feeling any better today?” You voice is quiet, barely above a whisper as you ask her a question and she can’t help but fall a little more for you, because you didn’t shout her business, not like everybody else does. You made sure only she could hear you.

“Yeah.” She nods. “Much better. I still miss him, but it doesn’t hurt as much.”

“I’m glad.” You smile. “Anyway.” Your voice is louder and the quiet mumbles from your friends have stopped. “Can we help you with anything?”

“Yes actually! Y/n, how would you feel about joining the Vixens?” Her smile is warm and kind but the words that have just come from her lips make your bold run cold. Your friends look at each other before looking back at you and you can feel yourself getting hotter and hotter.

“I don’t know Cheryl.” You start, your voice nervous as you try and find the best way to let her down gently. She’s only started being nice to you but you’d rather stick forks in your eyes than be a cheerleader, not with them anyway. They’re mean and rude and they think they’re better than everyone...but you’re not going to say that to Cheryl, so instead you decide on something a little nicer. “It’s just not really my type of thing. Plus, I don’t think they really like me.”

“Can you imagine, Y/n as a cheerleader.” Archie chuckles making you and Cheryl roll your eyes.

“Whats wrong with being a cheerleader?” Cheryl asks and crosses her arms.

“Yeah, Archie. Or are you forgetting that your girlfriend is a Vixen?” You add and Cheryl sends you a small smile which makes your head feel a little fuzzy.

“There’s nothing wrong with being a Vixen. But Y/n being a Vixen is just funny.”

“And why is that dear brother?” You raise an eyebrow and he gulps. He mumbles a quick ‘nothing’, before going back to eating.

“I really do think you should at least try-out. I think you’ll be great. Plus, if any of the girls say anything, which they won’t, they’ll have me to answer to.” She explains and you think about it for a minute. Would it be really bad to be part of the school’s cheerleading squad. The reasonable part of your brain is saying, more like screaming, yes its the worst idea in the world. But the slightly less reasonable and the slightly more gay part is screaming hell yeah. Surrounded by wonderful, smart if not slightly intimidating girls...plus, Cheryl!

“Fine.” You give in. “I’ll try out.”

“Yay!” She claps her hands excitedly before standing up and brushing her hair over her shoulder. The small gesture has you mesmerized and you have to force yourself to remember where you are in order to regain all your thoughts, the number one being, ‘what the hell was that about?’ “I’ll see you after school! Goodbye Y/n.” She waves at you before starting to walk away and its only when Betty clears her throat that she turns around again to wave everybody else off.

Your brother decides to wait until she’s out of earshot until he starts talking again, and the first thing he says is something that doesn’t really surprise you.

“Y/n and Cheryl, kissing in a tree.” He teases, making a kissy face and you throw a handful of food at him. The rest of your friends let out the laughter they’ve been holding in and you roll your eyes so hard you swear they’re going to fall out.

“How old are you?” You huff.

“Old enough to see that Cheryl fancies you.”

“Shut up!”

-----

Cheryl didn’t just fancy you.

She liked you.

Actually she was head over heels, doodling your initials in a heart, mind goes fuzzy anytime she sees you, in love with you.

And you? Well, you were none the wiser.

You just thought she was being friendly. Maybe more than the average person but Cheryl hasn’t had many close friends so maybe this is the only way she knows how to keep them.

She’s holding your hand? She just wants to make sure you know you’re not alone. Her hugs are a bit longer than normal? Come on, the girl deserves a long hug. She always finds a way to include you in conversation? She’s just being sweet.

Yes, Cheryl Blossom was becoming a slightly more bearable person, and it only seemed to happen when you were around. Leaving everyone to have their own conspiracies.

Archie’s was of course that she was in love with you. “Yeah right. Like that would happen Archie.”

Veronica’s was that it was one long prank to get back at everyone who’d hurt her. “Veronica, thats just sociopathic.”

Betty’s was slightly less weird, that she probably just wants to make a friend and so she’s being overly nice to fool people into thinking she hasn’t got a heart made of ice. “Thats just mean.”

And Jughead’s was that she’d either been possessed by a poltergeist. “Aren’t they supposed to be mean?” Or, that she’d been taken over by aliens. “I think they’d have better things to do than make Cheryl nice.”

Plus there was all of the other ridiculous rumors flying around school, but she either seemed to not hear or just ignore them.

“Y/n. Are you even listening to me?” You’re pulled back down to earth by Cheryl waving her hands in front of your face.

“What? Yeah. Huh?” You ask and she huffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I was talking you through the routine for Friday. You know the whole reason why we’re in the gym after school.”

“Yes. Yes. I remember.” You stand and she shakes her head, despite the smile thats threatening to ruin her facade.

“Okay.” She stands beside you. “Are you watching?” She asks and glances at you, a smile making its way onto her face as she watches you go over the steps in your head. Your frowning slightly at you try to remember the steps and she can’t help but giggle a little as your arms start to move to.

“What?” You ask.

“Nothing.” She shakes her head. “Ready?”

“Ye-”

“Good.” She nods. The music starts and she begins to go through the steps, you following a step behind her. However half way through you get distracted by the way she’s moving and then it hits you.

I’m in love with with Cheryl Blossom.

“Shit.” You mumble and she turns around quickly.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I erm. I just got a bit distracted. Sorry.”

“Its fine.” She smiles brightly. “Lets go again, I’ll help you this time.”

“You’re already helping me.” You reply and she rolls her eyes.

“I’ll help you even more.” She hits your arm lightly and your heart goes hay-wire at the small interaction. “Stand there.” You do as she says and the next thing you know she’s stood behind you were her hands on your hips.

“Wha-at, are you doing?” You stutter, your breathing getting quicker with each second. Her perfume is suffocating you, but in the best way and her breath is hot on your neck as she leans over you a little.

“He-helping.” She replies, also stuttering a bit and your swear you hear her breath hitch when you move your head to look at her. Your lips are millimeters away from hers, and if you leaned in just a little more you’d be kissing her, something you really want to do right now. You wonder what her lips would feel like against yours, how soft they’d be and if her lipstick would stain you, forever leaving a mark on you. “Y/n?”

“Yeah?” Your eyes flicker up to meet hers and it feels like she’s staring directly into your soul.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Absolutely.” You reply and within seconds her lips are on yours, her hands gripping your waist tightly to turn you around. What you thought kissing Cheryl would be like, and actually kissing Cheryl, are completely different. Her lips are softer than you could ever imagine. Her lipstick tastes like cherries with a hint of maple syrup and you don’t think pancakes are ever going to taste the same again.

You both pull away, a bright blush on both of your faces and she giggles a little as she wipes the lipstick from the side of your face. But it doesn’t matter, she left a mark on you that day behind the bleachers, and you don’t think you’re ever going to be the same again...not that you’d really want to be.

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