#what happened to make poop trigger you

[rebouks]

Forever In Between - Invictus

Robin appears to have stumbled into a rather nightmarish situation and it’s up to you to ensure he makes it out alive. If he dies-.. well, maybe that’s it, or maybe he just wakes up, or maybe he won’t die at all?! Probably best not to find out the hard way though, right?

Invictus is a multiple-choice Halloween special based on Until Dawn, various other classic horror games, a teensy bit (read: a lot) of brain rot, and an overactive imagination; mine or Robin’s, you decide.

I know that creepy, slightly gory things aren't for everyone so below is a list of potential trigger warnings and if you want to sit this one out you can block the tag "fib invictus" and we'll pick up where we left off storywise in November! 🖤🧡

creepy dolls, various monsters, weapons, blood, death, murder, corpses, fighting, injuries, needles, electrocution, experimentation (not the good kind) and general peril!

As a side warning: I will be continuing with regular previous/next links as it's still technically part of the story, though I will provide a link to skip past it all when the time comes, so look out for that when normal posts resume! My usual mon-fri schedule will probs go out the window too as some posts will have votes that last a day so I'll either take the day between those off or post later than usual idk we'll see what happens 🤸‍♀️

Last but not least I'd like to give some shout outs to those that've helped me during this process 🖤

Props to @softpine for some of the Until Dawn assets used and for inspo from this post! 🧡

To @sirianasims for helping me find ridiculous amounts of disgusting, amazing cc and generally spit balling ideas with me from the very start 🤸‍♀️

A big thank you to @zosa95 for being my beta reader, listening to me witter about this project since fkin forever ago and sharing my excitement 🤗

Thanks to everyone in the story server for putting up with numerous out of context screenies and for enduring my whinging about how tired I've been recently skdjsk.. particularly @lynzishell @hannahssimblr @madebycoffee @daniigh0ul and @sirianasims for consistently cheering me on when I was pooped 💩

Okok last LAST but not least, some rambling.. I've been busy with this project in the background since the end of July and keeping up with regular story nonsense whilst working on this and adulting in between was NOT it 😅 (if you noticed my regular posts lacking in their usual vibrancy no u didn't.. but ur also right cos i've had to be super lazy with it recently to keep up with two things at once, so SORRY! fkjfk)

Anyway, hopefully it's worth it, I had a lot of fun making this special and I'm pretty proud of it so I hope everyone enjoys our October shenanigans this year! Maybe I'll find some time to make some gifts for simblreen but I'm not promising anything cos I'm eepy.. maybe my gift this year is just danger and violence instead ehehe 👻🔪

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for reprimanding someone else's kid?

I brought my friend's 2 foster kids to the park so she could have some time to work on adoption paperwork. The kid this pertains to is the two year old, he's super social and charismatic, both adults and kids are drawn to him, I'll refer to him as K. A little white boy was playing with a soccer ball, he must have been around 7 or 8 years old. K fucking loves soccer and eagerly ran over to the other kid, and they started playing together.

The older kid's guardian was there and asked about K, we exchanged small talk and I praised how gentle and patient her kid was with K. I learned her kid's name, we'll call him T. At some point K got distracted and stopped playing, following his foster sister around. T began playing on the playground with 2 other boys in the generally same age group as T, both were white.

K once again was drawn to T, and now his friends, as they were playing something like cops and robbers. T's guardian and I observed from a distance. T seemed perturbed by K's presence, though K was just watching them and not doing anything in particular. T informed his peers of K's name, then proceeded with, "but he's a poop. A stinky brown poop!" his peers weren't paying much attention and were arguing over where the jail should be. T continued insisting that K was a stinky brown poop. K was becoming upset, he could definitely tell this was an insult and not in jest. K isn't particularly good at communicating yet, he's only 2 after all, but he did manage a proper, "it makes me feel bad when you say that!" as his foster momma has been very good at encouraging her kids to express emotions through sentences with one another like this. What I'm supposed to do with the 2 foster kids, if one uses their words appropriately like this, and the other one fails to stop, I'm supposed to intervene to get the other one to respect their request.

T's guardian was simply observing. I think the social situation was a bit loaded (I was presently the white guardian of a black kid, she was the black guardian of a white kid, I don't know if she was his mom or babysitting like I was, addressing the situation was tricky either way). I don't know if T's comments were necessarily a learned racism thing, or if it was related to K being younger. At any rate, he didn't seem to want to be seen with K by his peers.

I made eye contact with T, and said loudly and sternly, "T, be kind to K or hush up." T looked shocked that an adult stranger addressed him by name. The 2 other kids heard and, as children do, started making fun of T with, "oooo you're in trouble!" and, "yeah, hush up T!" K joined in as well, though he was definitely just parroting the others. T became flustered, his face got bright red and he began shouting that he wasn't in trouble, telling them to stop. I noticed It's guardian watching me, but she didn't say anything, and I didn't either.

T backed away, his two friends then started paying attention to K and were amused by K parroting them, they then resumed playing cops and robbers with K this time. K went back to smiles and being his typical charismatic self, while T kind of stayed away, repeatedly glancing at me. After a bit K veered away from the other 2 and made finger guns at T and pretended to shoot him, leading T's 2 friends back over to include T once again. All 4 boys were then playing together, as though nothing had happened.

I feel like I may have been TA because really, what happened was T was requesting space from K, just going about it wrong. Kids who don't learn to say things like, "I need space," usually use insults or hitting instead. But I do feel that T began insulting the little guy because he's got weird feelings about race, that are triggered when he's with his friends. I have no way of knowing. When we left, T's guardian waved at me and smiled, I returned the gesture and told her to have a good night. I told K's foster mom about it afterwards, and she said it's tricky and thinks what I did was fine, but I dunno. Additionally I may be TA for not stepping in when the other 2 and K berraded T.

AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[mar3ggiata]

professional help, c2. 'The urgency.'

simon riley x original character.

trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault, mentions of rape, trauma, sexual themes, swearing, use of alcohol and drugs, eating disorders, depression.

song to listen to when reading this: The Chain, Fleetwood Mac.

abstract: this is Jude, this is a little bit of information about me since you care so much, I don't even know you… anyway yes, I really like being mysterious, what you gonna do about it, punch me in the face? I'm not even real, grow the fuck up. see ya.

Sometimes, she just fucking hated her life. She supposed it was normal like that, it happened to everyone to absolutely fucking despise their lives, no? She wakes at the same hour everyday, does her makeup. Not too much, not too little to show she was sleep deprived and got high last night. Her identity was concealed under eyeliner and blush. She looks like a doll. She likes her makeup, she's quite good at it. She plays with her hairstyles, sometimes a bun, sometimes braids, sometimes loose with a headband, depending on the mood. She walks her dog and cleans his poop. Jinx, a 5 month old Belgian Malinois she adopted when she moved. She found him at a shelter for abused puppies, he was the last one to get adopted. She decided to take him, she planned to move to the countryside soon anyways. Gaining his trust was one of her biggest accomplishments, now the dog had a bit of an attachment issue, but they were working on getting better together. She drives to work with the same 4 playlists playing in her car. Old rock, Frank Ocean, some Italian songs here and there.

She always comes in dressed in dark colours, dark red, dark blue or black. She has 10 male patients and 8 female soldiers. Some of them are combat medics, some snipers. Demolition experts. She works 'till lunch time, eats alone, sometimes skips lunch just to make her body feel something and indulge in disordered eating, then goes outside to smoke and comes back in. After the afternoon sessions, she sometimes has groups together for some group therapy. Then she usually goes home and smokes weed while she cooks her dinner, she acts like she's in MasterChef, puts on music and pours herself a glass of wine 'Quando sei qui con me' she sings to her dog, 'Questa stanza non ha più pareti, ma alberi'. Jinx doesn't even know Italian. Two times a week, she teaches ballet at a local dance school. 13 year old is not old enough to be on point shoes. It's her favourite time of the week though. She gets to finally have control of a situation, she gets some respect. 13 year olds, a fucking nightmare… She gets to tell them what to do and correct their arms, their feet, their posture and they listen! They do, and they like her, they say thank you Alba, see you next week! They learn her choreographies, they follow her lead when she explains a new variation. They even like the songs she chooses for warm up. Mostly Abba.

Alba is not her real name, but they don't know that. A gift from Laswell, when she started working for her. A sparkly new identity, English ID and nice documents that prove she's an English citizen, born in Southampton. She's not. Kept a little bit of Italian in the fake name. She hasn't been in Italy in close to five years. She went on vacation alone in Tuscany once, just to feel her country again for a second. She is not in contact with her family, last message from her sister was three years ago, it went 'I hope you're alive.' Her mother taught her violence. To be in power. To be beautiful and kind. To never ever trust someone who wouldn't give their life for you. Her mother taught her loyalty, respect. She used to never cry as a child. She loved to know stuff, to read about planets. She would kill lizards in the backyard with her little brother, who died young. She saw her first gun at 13. Now, her name is not Alba and it sure isn't Jude. Or Judy, as some patients call her. They know it's a callsign, a code name, everyone has one, especially in the task forces. Hers is Jude. 'Jude looks like an angel, but her words have thorns'. That's what Billy Lunette had to say about her. Billy had been her favourite patient for the whole of 2021. He had PTSD, he had night terrors and was in a mental hospital for schizophrenia symptoms for a while. He wouldn't take his medication, he would smoke, he was a mess. He listened to her though. She was the only one who visited him in the hospital. She showed him he could trust her and he completely lost himself in her. He would call her at 3 in the morning, drop by her office too many times per day, developed a bit of a codependency, but she was able to help him through his pain. He would do research about the treatments, the medicine, cognitive behavioural therapy. Billy was happy now. He was grateful to have had her and she was grateful that Billy had been a great patient. Big challenge. Billy was her biggest accomplishment, and proof of the fact she wasn't completely useless in the army.

She didn't work for the entirety of 2022. She had an accident with one of the patients, classified information. She survived, but man was it hard to live after that day... Spent time with her dog, visited a friend in San Francisco, taught ballet. Price and Laswell felt so guilty they continued to pay her even if she wasn't working. Why she decided to come back she really didn't know. She thinks the truth is she likes helping people, makes her feel good. She likes the crazy stories and that she had a reputation at the base, she was starting to be respected. She craved that. And it really started to bore her, the routine. Until Arash. Seeing Arash so frighted and tense was new, he was a calm and polite gentlemen. She saw an invisible string tying his story and his damned pilgrimage book to the mission she knew had failed in the Middle East. Now, it was a little bit of a stretch. So she did her little research, put her Sherlock hat on, lit a cigarette and started digging.

She had fun, until things really started clocking. He was missing his doctor appointments on purpose on specific dates, to go do what? Call someone? She couldn't steal his phone. Send letters? She tried the post office but found out nothing. The bank really did give her his statements, which was pure luck. He had set his personal security questions as his birthday and his mother's name, which she knew, because he told her. She knew everything about him, even his social security number. Arash really trusted her and she had an incredible memory for unnecessary details. Also, he left his wallet on the couch in her office countless times, it’s not that she looked, it was just there and she remembered. When she saw him stressed and fidgety she knew he was hiding something. She kept a straight face, 'Arash, we can really talk about whatever you want, you know' and he would interrupt her 'You don't understand. The urgency!', he continued to say. She really didn't want to tell Price herself, she would have preferred for Laswell to do it. She took extra time in the morning to get ready that day. She was going in a separate area she knew very little about, and nobody knew who she was. Sometimes people mistook her for someone's wife, or daughter. She chose her outfit accordingly, she wanted to seem professional. She wore a sports bra. There was nothing to look at anyways. She didn't put on lipstick, not even the nude one. She was used to being underestimated, and being looked down at. She was also used to raising her voice and presenting herself as stoic and cold. She knew perfectly how to be violence. She noticed a familiar face once she opened the door of the briefing room. A familiar face mask. The skull guy, she had seen him before. Was he the guy…

She could't get distracted. Her little mission went smoothly. She always knew Price liked her and feared her at the same time, and when it came to his little soldier boys, she really didn't care what they thought. The guy from the day of her accident even spoke to her. Poor thing. She was really amused no one told him about the reason why she didn't want to go home alone. He did really good that night, she remembers him well. He didn't try to speak too much, he sounded gentle. A gentle giant. Unfortunately for him, no one was gonna tell him about that day. When she left the room, she went straight home. She doubted someone would ever contact her again about the situation, they would handle it themselves, and probably very badly. She was driving to her ballet lesson, still thinking they all looked so confused by her words. They were probably gonna do a stupid interrogation, or rather do nothing and wait for the next mission to be a shit show. Imbecilli.

'Alright girls, one more time please!' At least she had her little ballerinas to cheer her up. She had them warm up, she usually did the warm up routine with them. She walked between the four rows of kids at the barre, delivering her corrections. Jennifer usually had stiff hands, and she was tense in her shoulders. Kyla had a beautiful turnout but she often confused her arms positions. The jetes routine, they always forgot that one. 'It's three in front and switch… guys I'm not gonna repeat myself'. She thought she sounded rude sometimes, but 13 year old American girls were a nightmare to work with. Last month, she even had to deal with poor Gemma being bullied in the changing rooms. 'I'm gonna say this just once, three in the front, switch to the back.' she liked demonstrating, felt like she was taking lessons herself. 'Ta-ra, ta-ra, ta-da. And we're gonna hold here' she lifted herself on her toes and attached her right pointed foot to her knee. She let go of the barre, holding her balance on one foot. 'Passè.' she said. The girls groaned. 'The more you complain the more I'm gonna make you stay like this girls. We're gonna do one minute.' She went to the side of the room, to play the music 'From the top.'

notes: translation of the song: 'Quando sei qui con me' when you're with me, 'Questa stanza non ha più pareti, ma alberi', this room doesn't have walls no more, it has trees.

notes: Alba means something specific!

translation: imbecilli, means imbeciles.

notes: let me know what you think !! <3

love, mare.

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[ficsandgiggles]

Regretful Words (Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova)

Kate says something to Yelena which triggered her into shutting herself away, so it’s up to Kate to make things up to her. (Word count: 988)

Kate Bishop and Yelena Belova haven’t seen eye to eye since the moment they met, but it was understandable considering what had happened with Yelena’s sister, Natasha, which sparked conflict between Yelena and Clint, which meant Kate was also on the list of people Yelena would be cold with, despite everything working out since Natasha came back alive.

The two often bickered a lot, about simple things such as not washing up their own things or leaving the bag of dog food out on the counter. However today, Kate was actually the one that took it too far, she got angry and said something which had triggered Yelena.

“I swear you were nicer when your sister was dead.” Kate snarled at her, the two were arguing about whose turn it was to clean up the dog mess in the garden. Yelena simply shrugged it off and said it was Kate’s turn and that she was busy trying to get things done she had put off as she had just come out of a depressive episode.

This frustrated Kate, who was already in a bad mood, and snapped at her for not doing her share of looking after the dogs, which caused an argument which led to Kate saying that statement.

There was a long moment of silence, Yelena’s eyes went from angry to sadness with a hint of defeat, tears brimmed her eyes as she got the poop bags and brushed Kate out the way, clearing up the dog mess and disposing of it before quickly washing her hands and heading to her room.

Kate continued to stand there, allowing herself to calm down and process what had just happened, reliving the conversation in her head before it dawned on her that she said something truly awful, which was likely to send Yelena back into a depressive state if she didn’t do something now.

She briefly knocked on Yelena’s bedroom door before letting herself in, guilt running through her as she saw the blonde laying on her side on the bed with her back to the door.

“Yelena I’m so sorry I didn’t-“

“Save it, Kate. I’m sorry I am less nice now my sister is alive. Perhaps she will be taken away from me again so I am nicer.”

“No… no Yelena I didn’t mean it I just got heated in the moment… I’m sorry…” Kate tried, rushing to Yelena’s side and putting a hand on her arm, attempting to be comforting.

“It is done now, just leave me alone so I can just lay in this room forever and hate myself.” Yelena murmured, her back still to Kate, who was rubbing her arm hesitantly.

Kate bit her lip, whacking her brains trying to think of a way to cheer Yelena up. She didn’t like her baking, she hasn’t been up for pulling pranks recently, and their dog walks had just been plain awkward.

Suddenly, she had an idea. There have been multiple occasions where Kate had peered into the living room to see Natasha straddling her sister, grinning down at her as she dug into her ribs. Helpless laughter was coming from the blonde as she continuously shoved at her sisters hands.

It was pretty adorable to watch, and Kate was more than willing to try it herself.

The archer let out a sigh. “Fine, I guess I have no choice but to cheer you up.” She told her, before digging into the blondes ribs, shaking in between the bones.

Yelena had no idea that was coming, she let out a yelp and rolled so she was laying on her belly, giving Kate the opportunity to jump on Yelena’s back, pinning the young Widow on her belly before shaking into her ribs.

“If you won’t accept my apology I’ll just cheer you up!” Kate announced, a little surprised that Yelena was so sensitive but loving it.

“Kahahahate Bihihihishop I will ehehend yohohou!” Yelena cackled out as she thrashed helplessly, her hands flying back to try and bat Kate’s hands away.

“Aw but this is fun!” Kate whined, moving quickly down to her sides and squeezing in rapidly, causing Yelena to yelp and buck, trying to throw Kate off now as she screeched with giggles.

“IHIHIHIT IS NOHOHOT!” She protested, shaking her head helplessly as she flopped around like a fish out of water.

Kate just grinned, finding this quite adorable. She suddenly felt someone watching, and she looked over to see Natasha smiling fondly, she then lifted her own arm and pointed underneath it with a smirk.

The archer immediately got the message and suddenly dug her fingers into Yelena’s armpits, the sudden change causing Yelena to gasp and cackle with helpless laughter.

“NOHOHOHO THIHIHIS IS MEHEHEAN!” Yelena whined out and squeezed her arms against her sides.

“Well now I’m trapped, silly.” Kate chuckled and scribbled in, trying to find methods that made Yelena laugh the most, she eventually went with the rougher method of drilling her fingers in.

Yelena cackled with laughter, shaking her head as she kicked out. “NOHOHOHO WHY?!” She yelled out, shaking her head into the pillow as she kept thrashing.

“Because I want to cuter you up since I said a mean thing!” Kate replied, grinning at the sight. Eventually though, she could tell Yelena was out of breath so let her go. The archer beamed proudly as she flopped on Yelena’s back, laying on her.

“You are… unbelievably mean Kate Bishop.” Yelena huffed out, but smiling shyly into the pillow, the physical grounding of her friend also strongly benefiting her.

“Hm, I don’t think you hated it, but are we even now? Do you forgive me?” Kate asked, really hoping Yelena would say yes, as that would help her too.

Yelena then smirked a little into the pillow, reaching back to squeeze Kate’s knees, causing her to flinch and let out a little giggle.

“Oh we’ll be even… after this…”

[mostlikelytobeobsessed]

Theater is so fun in such an odd way

Like, imagine:

-You’re in a room full of people who are in various states of undress. Some are singing Showtunes half-heartedly, some a tripping while mumbling “who’s bra was that?”, someone is desperately pleasing for everyone to leave so they can use the one bathroom (but two sinks??) to poop while various people tease “go, poop girl!”, so far 6 people have complimented your behind and you don’t feel at all weird about it, and you keep joking with this one girl you hardly know that you should kiss right now actually

-The room over, the makeup room is a complete mess and strangely warmer than every other room? It smells like burnt hair but who’s? We dunno. To many people with too many hot tools. There’s more half-assed showtune singing but half the room is singing something completely different, some weirdly tall dude who would honestly trigger you fight or flight instincts if you didn’t know him is asking you to be in his tiktok and letting you know warm up is in 5 minutes (everyone is still late). You’ve just applied a bright red lipstick and kissed your friends neck to add to their costume (and you actively try very hard to not at all pay attention to the feeling stirred by that), and there’s another bra hanging on a coat rack next to a mirror with lights that make your face look like the moon

-No one knows what happens in the boy bathroom, but someone did take a poop! Somehow, it smells better than the girls room…

-There’s ketchup on the walls in the girls room…who was eating in there??? How did they not immediately spew withe lingering BO and Dollar store Perfume???

-Life is good

[mrs-monaghan]

i do actually have massive issues with the tone of this post [mrs-monaghan/720032101019353088/taekook-always-lead-in-fancam-views-because-their] minimising jungkook’s achievements (and tae’s for that matter but you can’t talk about him here unless to hate on him otherwise you’re accused to be a tkker). explain to me why it’s so important that jimin’s songs do better than jungkook’s? why is it not relevant when jungkook’s fancam is the most watched on tiktok but like crazy catching up to dreamers is so important? why were all jkkers actively tweeting about jimin surpassing jk’s record to 1b streams? never jk surpassing jimin in anything? jk’s achievements are never discussed by jkkers yet you defend jimin like your life depended on it. show me the last time you praised jk that wasn’t for his dick or what you think he does to jimin. jkkers never talk about jk as an individual without it relating to jimin yet jimin is praised on the daily like it’s your job.

Your main issue about me being a Jikooker and seeing JK as a shipping tool 👇🏽

I made my stand clear on this issue here

Here i once again praise both men because I support both and said JK will indeed break Jimin's records

I can't shut up about JK breaking Jimin's records

And lastly I dare you to tell me that this here isn't me being on JK's corner.

Your other issue about Jikookers and I talking about Jimin surpassing JK. Because he has??? And we are only talking about the records Jimin is breaking Because currently he's the only one between them breaking records?? He's the only one between them who's dropped an album so we are keeping up with FACE and it's achievements. When JJK1 drops and me and other Jikookers aren't praising him and talking about his achievements then by all means go off. But as it stands JK hasn't done anything. There is no album to talk about. Left and Right is making noise sure but anything it wins goes to Charlie poop. I want JK's own music where he gets the awards, he gets the credit.

Whatever you have seen on tumblr or on twitter is not my problem. I am not ALL Jikookers. I am Shaz. And me as Shaz love BOTH Jimin and JK. I root for both Jimin and JK. I can praise JK's dick and still praise his achievements. Those two are not mutually exclusive. I resent this accusation and honestly fuck you with a cactus.

And fuck you for having an issue with us defending Jimin like our lives depend on it. He's the one who's always gotten fucked over my the company not JK. What is there to defend JK on when he gets the royal treatment while Jimin doesn't? Even today with their individual fancams coincidentally Jimin's own is the only one that only had a link. All the other 6 had their photos. This can affect views because the human brain is attracted to imagery more than just words. They only just fixed it like 2 hours ago. This is something so trivial and normally no one would give a shit. But when this shit keeps happening to Jimin over and over people can get triggered over the smallest shit. Thus why PJMs made a big deal over a simple cake. A cake that Jimin wouldn't have eaten anyway coz of his diet but why can't he get what others got?? Even after he achieved something that hasn't been achieved since the 1960s?? He wasn't just the first Korean but the first Asian to get a number 1 on BB hot 100 since the 60s and what did BH do for him to celebrate this? Fuck all. And u wanna be mad at us for defending him like our lives depend on it.

Maybe there are Jikookers out there who don't see JK as anything more than Jimin's lover. But that aint me. But yes, you will find more shipping posts on my blog than achievement posts because that's what this is. A shipping blog. I am here for Jikook's relationship so yes, its what I will talk about the most. I also talk about the Jungkonda alot because yes, man has a big dick and I wanna talk about it. And so what if it's more interesting to me?

And incase you hadn't noticed I answer asks. I don't make my own posts.

You wanna see JK math then go follow JK data accounts that only post about his music and achievements. I will mention these things occasionally but I'm primarily here for the Jikook relationship. I'm sorry if you misunderstood but I hope that's clear now. That also goes for Jimin. I definitely talk more about his relationship than I do his achievements. Why aren't you mad about that??

Just say you're a JK solo and go.

[p0gue-m0h0n3]

"Piñatas and Piranhas"

In 2010, I started a new job as Life Enrichment Manager for a senior living Corp. Darlene, the Buisness office manager, went out of her way to make me feel welcome. We'd spend our lunch hour getting to know each other better, and discussing improvements we hoped to make on the campus. It was during our lunch chats, that Darlene shared, that in just one week, she would be going in for a major surgery.

The she left for medical leave… I saw her walking to her car, gave her a big, one-armed wave and for some reason (still unknown to me need anything at all, just holler, I'll be there in a flash!

Two days lasted, I recieved a call from a very groggy Darlene. When you said to call youif I needed ,help... did you really mean good help with ANYTHING? Staying true to my word, YES! ABSOLUTELY! I watched the the worried look rapidy melt from her face.

OH,THANK GOD!!! I can't kero up with n⁸[o puppies are driving me nuts. Could you pleeeaaasse take them until I'm released? "

Why this didn't seem like a favor at all, caring for 9-6 week old pugs!!! I imagined myself on the floor covered in adorable tail waggers who looked like one had chased a parked car, and the remaining 8 followed suit. THE PUPPY BREATH...Ohhh, the puppy breath and those adorable pug puppy sounds…I couldn't wait to get them home to snuggle them!!

NOPE! NONE OF THE ABOVE HAPPENED!!

It was like hosting a birthday party for 9 baby piranhas, where every 3 hours I had to skillfully wade thru the frenzy of yippy and extremely zippy, little ankle biting guests, I'm order to hang the party piñata! Which, by the way, had the added duty of sitting on a hard stool for a minimum of half hour, waiting for each one to crap before the ding of the bell and the piranha pug wrestling pro championships began. If I missed even 1 squatter, it meant baths for all!!

ON WEEK 3, I upped my Xanax prescription to Anna Nicole Smith level, bought 2 tiny wading pools (one for intake… one for outpoo-t), which did solve 2 of the 1,796,857 other issues, from PEWEES PUGTOP PLAYHOUSE, ranging from nooo sleep, to no sex, because my husband, apparently makes mother pug noises during coitus, triggering all nine to cry, then poop, then wrestle in the poop, aaaaaannnd you know the rest. This unraveling series of unfortunate dog domino events, had profound ability to instantly trigger the realtion of the passion of foreplay to the image of an 11pm poo party mop up. Resulting in an emphatic "NO!" when my husband dared to develop even a single sparkle in his eye!

FINALLY.....week six had arrived, and it was pick up day at Pissy Missy's piranha-dog daycamp. I practically threw all 9 yapping bandits, like snowballs at a mean kid on Christmas break, in desperation to get them in her car fast enough.

Darlene gasped, and softly slapped her hands on her face, with mouth opened in awe. She marveled at how much they'd grown since she'd last seen them. She quietly squeeled while spewing the science behind their fast bellies and healthy glow, "they only do this well while in the cage of someone who obviously LOVED caring for them!" I felt like such a fraud, but pocketed the counterfeit compliments as she went on like Bill Neye, the pug science guy.

She finally took a breath, then fashioned an obvios mirror rehearsed smile (somewhere between Shirely Temple and the Grinch) . She announced, "I've been thinking this whole time about how I could possibly repay you for the huge favor you did! " ...(we can start with 3-5 paid days off work), a tin of ankle bandaids- the good fabric kinds and a magnum of Greygoose Vodka, is what I was thinking) …

Darlene continued…."So I talked to my husband last night, and we've decided to give YOU".......(at the point, my butt puckered with excitement, thinking it was a new car, I mean there was so much build up!)… "PICK OF THE LITTER!!!" She continued. YOU CAN FUCK RIGHT OFF DARLENE! Was the reply in head… so I thought it was in my head, till I saw the Grinchy Temple smile fade from her church lady face, then realized my reply had somehow escaped, during my flash of PUG PTSD, thinking she was gonna leave me with one of those little bastards!!

"Ohhh they can be alot, can't they?" She said (kinda cringing) then she smiled. I said nothing (but the crowd inside my head went wild! They were so proud I fought back 4 letter words reserved for US Navy Brigoderes stranded for 6 months at sea ), when I relaxed my mouth, I could feel the blood rush back into my lips, so I knew I had kept them tight as nuns ass during midnight mass.

Two days later, I found a check on my desk for $500 and a note from Darlene thanking me again for all my help. There was of, course no way I was keeping the money, so returned it to her desk while she was at lunch. In big red letters I had written the word "VOID" accros the check, in tiny letters bellow the void I wrote "of this friendship" with a laugh emoji. I hid in the lobby, waiting for her to return to her office. return heard her let out the biggest laugh… then I entered and joined her.

[yourimagines]

Sean Strickland

you and him stop talking because sean had a bad feeling about you're boyfriend...turns out he was right and a year later you show up covered in bruises with a baby.. You can write the rest..thank you!

I hope this is good and I’m sorry is a short one today

Bad feeling

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: swearing, violence, angst, fluff

Y/N POV

There I was, standing at his door of the middle of the night. ‘Maybe I shouldn’t…’ I stepped a step back from his porch. ‘This is a bad idea, let’s leave.’ I walked quietly away from his front door. The lights outside jumped on. ‘Shit, he’s awake.’ “Who’s there?” I heard a voice behind me. “Me, Sean it’s me Y/N.” I slowly turned around. “Y/N? What are your doing here in the middle of the night” Sean stood in a pair of grey sweatpants and a black plain shirt, looking like he just woke up. “I’m sorry I woke you up, I wasn’t thinking properly but now I am, just I leave you alone. I’m really sorry.” He raised his eyebrows. “You don’t need to leave, I’m awake now.” He shook my head. “No it’s fine, I need to go.” I slowly backed up. “Are you alright?” I slowly shook my head. He walked up to me, looking good at my face what I was trying to hide away in my hoodie. “What happened to your face?” He carefully grabbed my chin, inspecting my face. My lips started to shiver. “Did he do this to you?” I nodded, afraid to make a sound. “Come, come inside so I can help you.” “No.” “Why not, darling you need help, your nose is probably broken,you’re covered in bruises and you look like you haven’t eaten in days.” “I need to get Liam.” “Liam?” I nodded. “He’s in the car.” He looked behind me, at the car I came with. “He’s in there?” I nodded. “I’ll get him, just go inside please.” I nodded and gave him the keys. I slowly went inside and waited for him in the kitchen.

“It’s not broken, but it’s very bruised.” Sean gave me an ice pack. “Hold this against your nose, it will relieve some pain.” I grabbed it and placed it carefully against my face. Sean sat down on a chair, watching your son Liam. “He kicked you guys out or?” “No, he got arrested and I left.” He slowly nods. “I always knew that guy was mental. I’m sorry but I always had a bad feeling about him.” “I know.” I said with a small voice. He looked at me, anger was displaying on his face. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you.” He stood up from his chair and rubs with his hands over his face. “Are you angry with me?” “No.” He looked at me, his hand dropping to the table. Leaning on it. “I’m just angry at myself and at that motherfucker.” He looked at Liam. “Sorry for swearing little one.” Normally I would have laughed but now I was in to much pain to even think about funny things. “Y/N this is not your fault, if I wasn’t just mad at you for choosing him over me it wouldn’t have happened.” “Don’t blame yourself Sean, we both did stupid things.” Sean softly rubbed Liam head. “Y/N my house is open for both of you. If you want you can stay here.” “Sean..” he kneeled down in front of me. “I know it might be scary, living with me an ufc Champion but I still care about you. I don’t care you have a son with him, I’ll take care both of you but please give me chance to prove it to you that I’m not like him.” He looked sincerely at me. “Okay.” I softly whispered at him. “I’m not going to hurt you or Liam.” His hands went to mine and started to trace the back of my hands. “I trust you Sean but I want to take things slow.” “I understand, I’m here when ever your ready.” I gave him a small smile. “Thank you.” “No, don’t thank me darling.” He brought my hands to his face and placed a few kisses on it.

Liam started to cry out. Sean got up and took him in his arms. “Why are you crying then. Are you hungry?” I smiled at them. “I think he pooped.” Sean stopped with the baby noises and looked at me. “How do you know?” “He made a pooping face when you took him out of his seat.” Sean carefully smelled at Liam. “Oh god he did.” He held Liam far away from him. “What do I do now?!” “You change his diaper.” He looked at me shocked. I giggled. “Let me help you.” I stood up and took Liam from him. “Okay I take care of everything except changing his poopy diapers.” I giggled as I walked to the bathroom. “I think he got that fart smell from you!” “Hey, my farts don’t smell that bad.” He laughed as I rolled my eyes. “What an idiot is Sean, isn’t he Liam.” Is said to my son in a high pitched voice. “I heard that!” Liam started to laugh. “He likes you, you’re funny.” I changed his diaper and took him to Sean. Liam was smiling like an idiot. “There he is.” Liam giggled as Sean picked him up. “He really likes me.” Liam placed his small hands on his face. “I like him too.” I smiled at them. ‘Maybe it was a good idea to come here.’

[ppeonppeonhan]

15 people, 15 questions

I was tagged by a new mutual zimmbzon in this fun little getting-to-know-you quiz.

Are you named after anyone?

Real name: Yes, a saint (first) and my grandma (middle).

Tumblr handle: It means "shameless" in Korean. Jungkook of BTS said that word perfectly described V, and it stuck with me -- and not many foreign words do. Plus, it perfectly encompassed the content I share here. 😜

When was the last time you cried?

Yesterday, thinking about Night potentially unaliving himself if he reaches his limit with Day's emotional abuse, and Mhok being triggered to remember his sister's death if he witnesses the attempt and tries to stop him. (#LastTwilight) In real life, making myself cry worrying about shit that didn't or might not even happen is my specialty. Anxiety perpetually at 11.

Do you have kids?

Do my parents count?

What sports do you/have you played?

If I were athletically inclined, I'd play soccer, baseball, tennis, volleyball, and hockey. But I am extremely accident prone, and deeply disinterested in anymore ER visits.

Do you use sarcasm?

My best friend gifted me this in college, so...probably.

What's the first thing you notice about people?

Whether or not they feel comfortable around me. It helps me gauge how much of my personality I should show. Am I starting at a 10 or a 2? I know we'll be good friends if I can hit 10 before we part ways.

What is your eye color?

I wish my eye color was violet or that eye color changed based on your emotions. This thought inspired by my recent viewing of both Dungeons & Dragons and the new Percy Jackson Disney series.

Scary Movies or Happy Endings?

Love a happy ending, but only if it makes sense and doesn't seem tacked on after a major unresolved conflict. I only do scary if it's a murder mystery, cause it's like solving a puzzle.

Any talents?

I don't panic under pressure. If anything, it's when I excel the most. Which...is probably a trauma response, but whatever. Lol I've also always been good at seeing the potential in people, whether they were famous or a work colleague. Like I can tell when someone is going to excel in life and what they would excel at.

Random example: Jesse Plemons. Who could've predicted him going from dorky Landry in Friday Night Lights to a respected character actor across film & TV? Me. I did. Who could've predicted he would marry Kirsten Dunst and have kids? Nobody. That one was a curveball. Lol I mean, his competition was Josh Hartnett. Be fucking for real.

Where were you born?

On the East Coast.

What are your hobbies?

I work too much to have substantial hobbies, but if I had time, I would do these more: skateboard, write fiction, photography, wander new cities/neighborhoods, make crafts, explore museums, cook new recipes, learn how to play the drums, and learn Korean + Thai + Tagalog.

Do you have any pets?

No, I'm afraid of having to bury them -- and I don't want to clean up poop. Lol But if I could have pets, I'd get a parrot, an iguana, a lot of different fish, and whatever breed of dog Henry Cavill has. For now, I'll stick to my 8 plants. (RIP to the previous 7.)

How tall are you?

Tall enough to reach things for all of my under 5'4" friends -- of which I have many.

What was your favorite subject in school?

Science, but I was very bad at it. Lol I excelled mostly at Math, English, and Spanish.

What is your dream job?

Storytelling in all its forms. But based on my career trajectory, I'd be happy to settle for a marketing job that allows me to craft very subtle product placement in a series or film.

I'm tagging... @my-rose-tinted-glasses, @wanderlust-in-my-soul, @gothicbarbie, @mikuni14, @heretherebedork, @liyazaki, @mooninagust to post their responses, if they haven't already.

But it's TOTALLY optional. Happy motherf*ckin' New Year! 🤸🏿‍♀️

[fartquen12]

TRAVIS HACKETT X FEM!READER

NOVEL AI HELPED ME WRIT ETHIS ONE DADDIES.... sorry its been a while...

TRIGGER WARNINGS: SMUT kind of..., POOP, MINI KYLES ARE NOT ALLOWED.

You were driving to hacketts quarry when a cop started following you and screamed at you to pull over.

you pulled over and the cop came up to your windo. he had almost no hair and it was black hair on his head his brown eyes were fuckin dark... he looked scary but sexay.

he said "i am a police officer"

you replied "fuck off"

he then grabbed your arm and twisted it behind your back and pushed you out of the car and onto your knees.

he turned around and spread his ass cheeks showing his asshole to you.

he slowly walked towards you, bent over, and lifted up his legs.

he was wearing white athletic shorts with a big hole in them where his ass stuck out.

"POCKY!" you screamed shoving your finger up his butthole.

he cried out grabbing your wrists and twisting them behind your back while he pulled down your pants and panties so that your ass was exposed too.

then he put his hands on both sides of your face and tilted it backwards while pushing down hard into your throat making you gag and throw up all over him.

"OH FUCKIN NASTAY!" he yelled pulling your pants back up and smacking yer head with his hand.

He took his belt off and slapped you across your face with it several times and then held it in front of your face and asked you if you wanted to go to jail for resisting arrest?

"YES SIR I DO!" you yelled fliiping off the direction of hacketts quarry.

"THATS RIGHT! YOU WANT TO GO TO JAIL?! THEN COME HERE AND GET TASCHED WITH THIS COUNTDOWN." he said slapping the belt against his cock and balls and rubbing them all over your face.

"EW!" you yelled

*fart*

"BRO U FARTED!" ypu yelled

"I WAS JUST TELLING THE LIEBERAL BITCH ABOUT HOW I AM NOT A REAL COP BUT WHATS YOUR PROBLEM? IN MY OPINION ITS TIME WE GOT SOME REAL ACTION STARTED OUT ON THE ROAD! SO IF YOU ARE DOWN FOR IT BRO THEN LET ME KNOW!"

*squeak*

"MY ASSHOLE IS UPON UR FACE NOW SO THAT MEANS IM IN CHARGE OF THE DICTATE FROM THIS POINT ON!" he said slapping you across the face again.

you were so scared your legs felt weak and you fell to the ground.

"GET UP YET ANOTHER LITTLE HUMAN IS ABOUT TO JOIN US!" he said taking his hand away from your mouth and slapping you across the face with his other hand.

you got up and felt a sudden rush of energy coursing through your body as you stood up.

then he pulled a white wolf out of his car that was deadly trying to bite him..

"SILAS BE FREE! AND BITE Y/N!" he yelled and y/n ran toward the car and jumped in the back seat.

"SILAS! STOP! HE'S GONNA KILL ME!" y/n yelled looking at silas who was trying to devour her.

"NO! NO! SILAS! I LOVE YOU!" y/n yelled jumping up on top of silas and holding on tightly to his fur.

"Y/N WAIT! PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME!" he yelled jumping out of the window and running after y/n and falling on his ass.

you saw him getting up and you ran towards him.

"HURRY UP! CALL 911!" he said picking up his phone and calling the police.

you picked up the cell and called 911.

the operator answered and y/n began talking to her.

"Y/N WHATS HAPPENING?" y/n asked crying.

"THE POLICE ARE COMING! THEY ARE TRYING TO HELP ME!" y/n cried.

"IS SILAS OK?!" y/n asked

"OH FUCK BABY ETS FUCK!" yelled chris hackett who came running out of the woods

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!" he yelled grabbing the cop who was still choking y/n.

"HE CHOKED HER! BUT SHE'S OK NOW!" y/n cried

"YOU HAVE THE MOST HORRIBLE ATTACK OF STUPIDITY EVER!"

"LETS FUK DADY!" y/n said to chris hackett who just stared at her.

"DADDY!" you yelled seeing that y/n had gone insane.

chris hackett looked at you then y/n and then the cop.

all three of them started making out with eachother.

you couldn't believe what you were seeing.

"ITS LIKE I WENT TO COLLEGE OR SOMETHING!" y/n said

you heard a car honking outside.

you farted as you ran off to the woods

Guess hacketts quarry was the way to go after all

THANKS NOVEL AI FOR WRITING ME THIS PEICE OF ART

[twoiesfnafocs]

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[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball GT 20

✨GT Stands for Getting Tedious✨

Last time, Goku fought General Rildo, who transformed by absorbing the components of his underlings, Mega Cannon Sigma.  I still don’t get why they were called that, by the way.  They never turned into a cannon.   Anyway, Rildo is not Hyper Mega Rildo, but he sucks like this.  Goku even spells it out for me, asking Rildo how he thought he could win this way.  Seriously, Goku already beat the Sigma guys, twice, so why would it help Rildo to cover himself in their corpses?

So Rildo transforms again, this time becoming a shiny metal dude with some rivets here and there on his upper body.  He looks ridiculous, like someone sanded down all the edges on Omega Shenron.

In this form, Rildo can control metal, which... was basically what he was doing before?  He reconstituted the Sigma robots in his first form, so how is that different from what he’s doing now?  This time he seems more direct about it, melting his body and making big pillars of metal rise up to block Goku’s strikes.  According to Rildo, he’s basically the entire planet of M2, since he can control all of the metal on its surface.  Goku doesn’t seem to find that terribly impressive, probably because he’s fought and defeated enemies with the power to destroy whole planets.  Also, for all of Rildo’s bluster, he doesn’t seem to be using his powers very effectively. 

Meanwhile, Pan keeps trying to get to the top floor of the tower where Trunks was taken.  Trunks was already teleported to Dr. Mu’s lab in the previous episode, but this is her only lead to find him, and she wants to confront Giru, who’s up there in the control room.  The problem is that every time she gets up there, she keeps triggering some “Emergency Removal Alarm” that magically sends her back to the entrance. 

This is... mildly clever, but it feels more like they came up with this just to give Pan something to do while Goku and Rildo are fighting.  And it’s not really worth it, since this leg of the Goku/Rildo fight is pretty damn terrible.

But Pan’s a stubborn cuss, so she keeps going back in the tower, expecting a different outcome.  The closest she gets to real progress comes when she runs into that reject robot that she saved from the trash compactor in Episode 17.  He tells her about the Emergency Removal System, and how it uses a space-time distortion to eject intruders from that room.   He also explains that the reason it’s installed in that room is because it’s got a teleporter that is the only way to get from M2 to some other planet where Dr. Mu’s lab is.  So if she wants to follow Trunks, she’ll have to deactivate the ERS.

And it seems to work, at least long enough for Pan to try to confront Giru, but then Giru just turns it back on, sending Pan back to the beginning.

But there’s one key difference.  For some reason, Giru sends the three Dragon Balls, and his Medal of honor, out along with Pan.  I have no idea what this shot is supposed to represent, but it looks like Beerus’s ass and he’s pooping Dragon Balls down on us.  I had to look at it, and now so do you.

Pan’s pretty happy to make a little progress for once, but the question remains: Why would Giru give up the Dragon Balls like this?  Why indeed?

✨ “Good” “Ideas”, Poorly Executed✨

Like the Cult of Luud arc, I had trouble remembering what happened in Episodes 16 through 22, because everything I did recall felt like it wasn’t enough to fill seven episodes.  Well, it turns out that it’s not enough, but this was how the M2 arc plays out anyway. Giru betrays the gang to the Sigma Force, Goku and Trunks escape, Goku fights, Trunks gets captured, and Pan goes up and down the tower over and over.  Mercifully, the cycle will break in Episode 21, but this is what I mean when I say I hate when people defend this series for having good ideas.  Show me a good idea in this episode, I dare you.  What, like Hyper Mega Rildo’s goofy luchador mask?  It got torn off almost immediately.  Even Toei didn’t like the Hyper Mega Rildo design, and they’re the ones who stuck it in this stupid show.

✨Positivity Page✨

Meanwhile, in Dr. Mu’s lab, he gloats to Trunks, who is completely insensate as a metal slab.  I guess this is the best thing I have to say about the episode, since Mu is at least sparing us the creepy pervert act from when Doltaki had Pan in captivity.

Yeah, it’s not much, but I really haven’t got anything else for this one. 

✨Is this episode worse than “The Roaming Lake”?✨

Oh mais oui, it’s much worse.  I gave Episode 19 a lot of credit for at least giving “The Roaming Lake” a run for it’s money, but this episode backslides in a major way.  It supposedly continues the plot from the previous two episodes, but it really just repeats everything.  Goku and Rildo are still fighting, albeit in different forms; Pan is still trying to get to the top of the tower; and Trunks is still missing.  The animation isn’t nearly as good as the previous episode, so it just falls flat.

✨The Blade Braxton Memorial Haiku*✨

Goku fights Rildo

Pan in the tower.  Well it’s

Groundhog Day... again.

[mar3ggiata]

professional help, c2. preview

simon riley x original character.

abstract: this is Jude, this is a little bit of information about me since you care so much, I don't even know you… anyway yes, I really like being mysterious, what you gonna do about it, punch me in the face? I'm not even real, grow the fuck up. see ya.

trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault, mentions of rape, trauma, sexual themes, swearing, use of alcohol and drugs, eating disorders, depression.

song to listen to when reading this: *The Chain*, Fleetwood Mac.

Sometimes, she just fucking hated her life. She supposed it was normal like that, it happened to everyone to absolutely fucking despise their lives, no? She wakes at the same hour everyday, does her makeup. Not too much, just enough so she looked like she had slept the night before. She conceals her identity under eyeliner and blush. She looks like a doll. She likes her makeup, she's quite good at it. She plays with her hairstyles, sometimes a bun, sometimes braids, sometimes loose with a headband, depending on the mood. She walks her dog and cleans his poop.

She always comes in dressed in dark colours, dark red, dark blue or black. She has 10 male patients and 8 female soldiers. Some of them are combat medics, some snipers. Demolition experts. She works till lunch time, eats alone, sometimes skips lunch just to make her body feel something and indulge in disordered eating, then goes outside to smoke and comes back in. After the afternoon sessions, she sometimes has groups together for some group therapy.

She didn't work for the entirety of 2022. She had an accident with one of the patients, classified information. She survived, but man was it hard to live after that day... Spent time with her dog, visited a friend in San Francisco, taught ballet at the local dance school. Price and Laswell felt so guilty they continued to pay her even if she wasn't working. Why she decided to come back she really didn't know. She thinks the truth is she likes helping people, makes her feel good. She liked crazy stories and she had a reputation at the base, she was starting to be respected. She craved that. And it really started to bore her, the routine. Until Arash.

She was used to raising her voice and presenting herself as stoic and cold. She knew perfectly how to be violence. She noticed a familiar face once she opened the door of the briefing room. A familiar face mask. The skull guy, she had seen him before. Was he the guy… She could't get distracted. Her little mission went smoothly. She always knew Price liked her and feared her at the same time, and when it came to his little soldier boys, she really didn't care what they thought about her. The guy from the day of her accident even spoke to her. Poor thing. She was really amused no one told him about the reason why she didn't want to go home alone. He did really good that night, she remembers him well. He didn't try to speak too much, he sounded gentle. A gentle giant. Unfortunately for him, no one was gonna tell him about that day. When she left the room, she went straight home. She doubted someone would ever contact her again about the situation, they would handle it themselves, and probably very badly.

notes: full thing on sunday!! let me know what you think <3

love, mare.

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leaving some bug lore below. nothing too doxx coded just random shtuff from my childhood/youth!!! trigger warning for descriptions of eating nonfood stuff, nasty/surgery related stuff, and bullying/childhood fighting

• i have sawed/shark-like teeth. my partner has vampire/cat teeth (big canines). we are this image!

• at many points in my life i have picked up insects/critters and chased girls who bullied me around the school CRAZY style

• i made a presentation at school about someone i admired during my hyperfixation on tattletail. i made it about Mama Tattletail. i got the highest grade

• one time my front upper tooth just regused to grow because my gum closed up so i had a dentist make a hole in my upper gum for the tooth to grow. and it did!

• i got appendicitis in 2023 for being constipated and sleeping through the constipation. lost my appendix to the poop war. please hydrate and eat things with fibers so you dont lose yours

• i had a crush on mangle as a kid and hated springtrap x mangle until i discovered self inserting/projection and started liking it. (back when people treated springtrap as separate from william afton)

• i ate a beetle as a kid, it tasted like coffee but less intense. i ate a Oleander flower one time (and then puked the poison out) i also sucked on coins and keys and metals. i also ate tiny sticks feom trees. ironically to how my immune system is GOATED i caught covid OVER TEN TIMES!!!

• as a kid i used to draw myself as a white kitty with a sewed-in collar (idr if it was spiked or a bell one) that was green and blue, i had a classic 3 claw scratch turned into a crystal blue scar, and one of my eyes was green while the other was blue. the teachers found it really endearing and kids thought i was weird but i was living my best life

• this year i got drunk (read: my body had no use for these chemicals similarly to what happens to alcohol so it just let it on my bloodstream) off carbon monoxide/dioxide because of the amazon rainforest and brazilian flora burning severely bad. the sky was grey for a lot of days, like silent hill but the planet is dying

• during the pandemic i teached my classmates how to use zalgo text generators during online classes and then they got it. a few minutes later the fucking void appeared in the chat because my friend compiled so much zalgo text that it opened a black hole in the chat. it took around 15 minutes for all the combining characters to disappear

• i have kickass scoliosis (S shaped spine) so my body is extra asymetrical. i also seem to have feminine traits on my right side (nice waist curve + smaller ear) while masculine traits are on my left (curveless/straight torso, bigger pointier ear). ironically though this patterns does not match the size of my blokes; the left is bigger than the right. i feel like those intersex half male half female beetles!

• as a fnaf kid i made my own versions of tag youre it/hide and seek to play with my friends and made it fair. i remember i made one called "animatronic youre it" ("pega pega animatronico") where the person who was "it" had to sneak behind people while they faced away from them woth their hands on their face (imitating the fnaf mask mechanic sorta). my friends really liked that one. i was crazy about my interests

• i have pcos (intersex style) which led to me having very transed gender and trans experiences with it. i was born, then raised as a girl, then developed masculine traits at a very very young age, then tgot reated as a boy and a girl, then as a girl then a boy, then girl again, then boy and eventually as a "thing", then i got my IUD at age 15 to deal with menstrual imbalances and high testosterone levels, then gor treated as a "manly girl", then as a "girly girl" for a little bit, and currently im once again treated as a manly girl/boy (adjective) girl (noun). i also developed extreme dysphoria towards masculinity/maleness but recently i've come to conquer and KILL it with my own two paws n claws. i currently enjoy being confused for a dude or otherwise seen as masculine!

• i grew up with a LOT of media: FNaF, BaTIM, undertale, LPS, zoobles, moshi monsters, animal jam, flash games from nitrome (twin shot, cave chaos, etc.), creepypastas, resident evil, amnesia games, MLP, digimon + pokemon, transformice, pony town, rawr xd scenecore aesthetics, old youtube music videos made by kids, old youtube gameplays, johnny bravo, 2010s memes (get rekt lol illuminatti sunglass pepe ytp), steven universe, old gen my little pony media, hasbro toys, polly pocket, truck/car toys, national geographic documentaries, dragontales, seven little monsters, les tres bessomes, tintin, charlie & lola, adventure time, old gen strawberry shortcake, old minecraft youtube videos, scooby doo, nickelodeon, backyardigans, the misadventures of billy, fairy oddparents, uncle grandpa, ben 10, regular show, amazing world of gumball, annoying orange, temple escape (game), gummy bear songs, powerpuff girls, clarence, peppa pig, kirby: right back at ya!, sanrio anime (randomly), shrek, courage the cowardly dog, sonic, dexter's laboratory, kick buttowski, stop motion godzulla fights, 2D dinosaur fights, cookie swirl C, play dough, harlem shake compilations, and SO MUCH MORE!!!

• in 4th grade some girl kept stealing my school material nonstop while having her own and my mother had already contacted the principal's office and went there but no one did shit. so one day i took the situation into my own paws and teased her by calling her a thief ("ladra") and letting her chase me around the school (i thought it was fun banter, but she was 200% pissed serious style). i hid in the bathroom and since the stalls didnt have locks (HUUGE security issue looking back at it now) she grabbed me out of it by my hair and we stayed kicking and punching each other in the bathroom for a few minutes before adults and my friends and her friends came in. i ended up biting her arm through her thick coat (it was cold there) and it left a nasty bruise with green purple pink and yellow marks on it (i bit her skin above the coat so it was applying pressure while pulling the skin, like a hydraulic press). she was crying the second i started biting her because i was putting all my life force into it while she was almost balding me by my roots. anyways in the principal's office her mother started babying her and enabling her poor behavior which is very sad looking back on but my mom stood her ground. my mom told me years later after the event that the girl said "it hurts and it left such a nasty bruise!" and i answered without hesitation "my scalp hurts a lot too even if theres no mark" and everyone was taken aback for some reason (serious toddler comeback i guess)

it's so weird to me that everyone on this website is a human person outside of their weird internet niche so rb this with a random bit of your lore

[iamauthenticallyme]

The Guilt And Shame That Comes With Eating Almost An Entire Vanilla Cake In One Weekend

Trigger Warning: This post contains discussions of depression, disordered eating, body image struggles, hygiene-related mental health issues, and mentions of suicidal ideation.

I'll have to tell you a little bit about my mental health journey so that this situation will all make sense:

When I was nine, I started lying to my mom about brushing my teeth for the simple fact that I didn't feel like doing it. After my grannE died when I was 10, I fell into depression but didn't quite know what depression was. It manifested itself as wearing the same clothes when I got to middle school because I had a uniform, not brushing my teeth or taking a shower often, and, when I turned 13, not eating breakfast, lunch, or dinner consistently unless I was at school because they provided breakfast and lunch. These all turned into habits that I still have except I don't wear the same clothes now that I'm 16 and in high school because I wash my clothes weekly. These eating habits manifested due to body image issues, probably because my siblings used to tease me for thinking I was fat; meanwhile, they've always been fatter and bigger than me.

I take showers almost every day before school, but on the weekends and off days, taking showers, brushing my teeth, and eating is difficult for me because I don't have a set routine or any reason to get up. This means I'll probably only eat one, maybe two, meals a day during this time. These habits are due to a lack of motivation to get out of bed.

When I speak to my mom about helping me break my unhealthy habits and adopt healthier ones, she does, but then, after a while, doesn't keep up with it, so neither do I. I understand that you have to be enough for yourself, and I can be enough for myself, but these habits can be difficult to break, especially if they've lasted years.

When I'm at my dad's house, I adopt healthier habits and a better routine on principle. If I don't, he'll chastise me for it and make me feel bad, possibly even cry because he's not always the nicest person. I make myself and my little brother breakfast and lunch; my dad and stepmom always make sure we have dinner to eat while my mom doesn't always, pretty much leaving me to fend for myself.

My dad has been complaining about my hygiene since before he and my former stepmom got a divorce when I was 13, so probably when I was 11. He used to say that it smelled whenever I went to the bathroom, even when I pooped and was on my menstrual cycle, and later, he would begin to complain about my not brushing my teeth consistently enough, which is understandable as he didn't necessarily yell at me about that; he was probably just a little worried as well as disgusted. For the record, my former stepmom was a horrible person who disliked me a whole lot for no reason at all, and my dad never stuck up for me in any way, sometimes getting me into trouble with her because he straight-up didn't care, so you shouldn't take their opinions to heart as it pertains to what I'm currently talking about and the time frame in which it happened.

My sister insults me, asking me when the last time I brushed my teeth or took a shower was. She never mentions the eating thing, perhaps because she doesn't eat every day either unless we're at my dad's. She only does these things to boost her ego, and she doesn't care about me in that way, to be worried. She has called me retarded many times, as well as asking if I'm stupid and special, while I've called her evil, a bitch in front of people at school, and mean. She says I'm mean too, but I believe that she has a limited understanding of who I am due to my spiritual awakening, her insecurities and egoic desires, as well as her resentment towards helping me. But I don't have control over what people say or think in regard to me or her. I'm sure I have a limited understanding of her too, for the same reasons, just in a different context.

Grandma was worried about what was going on with me when she smelled me. She never made me feel bad about it. Instead, she would try to talk to me about it. Although I never smelt like underarms, in between my pants smelt funny, not because my vagina did, but because, due to depression, I wore the same clothes for a while.

If my mom ever noticed anything, she never said so.

Can you relate to any of this? All of this? How old were you when you experienced any of this? Are you still? How old were you when it stopped if it has stopped at all yet? How old are you now? I'm sixteen, and although I haven't been depressed for two years, I still have depressive habits. Like I said, I struggle with taking a shower on off days, brushing my teeth, and eating dinner most days, but in general, on off days. The only time I eat mostly is if someone makes me food, preferably if someone walks to my room and gives me food, but I don't have a problem going downstairs and getting it if someone makes it and it's right there mostly.

So back to the present time:

My great-grandma, 83 years old, walks to Walmart often and buys us unhealthy snacks like cookies, chips, candy, and cake. Oh, and she loves soda very much. So I asked her if I could have a vanilla cake. I was expecting us all to share it, but I wanted a change from the lemon cake she usually buys, and I was craving vanilla cake. She brought me a whole cake, all to myself, and I don't always have very good discipline or self-control, so…

She got me the cake on Friday; I took two slices out of it. Then that Sunday, I was hoping it wasn't stale, and I was craving it, so I took three slices out of it and ate that along with a frozen dinner of some sort for breakfast. That night, I realized I hadn't eaten lunch yet, so by about 3 o'clock, I took the cake out of the fridge and put it in my room. I cut slice after slice after slice, and then one slice caused the cake to look funny, so I cut another slice to try and correct it, and it only got worse, so I kept cutting more slices… Remember how I told you that I struggle with eating, especially on off days? Well, I only grabbed the cake because it was closer than going downstairs and making some real food, which I would have to go downstairs to do. Before I knew it, about an estimated 90-something percent of the cake was gone, and my sister hadn't touched it...

After that realization hit, I felt ashamed and guilty. At that moment, I felt like I understood how some people with eating disorders must feel when they just keep eating and eventually throw it up. I was not going to be the one to throw it up, though. I hate throwing up, and I hate feeling nauseous because that means there's a possibility you will throw up. I felt tears coming to my eyes, but I didn't make myself cry, and not very many tears fell. Although I felt like I was going to cry many times after that. I had suicidal ideation from the age of 10 to 14, and for about three of those years, I suffered alone, no one knowing or probably really even caring what I was going through, and fleeting thoughts have been occurring since last summer. So, of course, I got the thought that I wanted to die. Of course, this wasn't the first time something like the situation with the cake or indulgence has happened.

I briefly took my mind back to the time I had nothing but a gallon of apple juice, three sodas, and 12 mini chocolate cupcakes in one weekend. My great-grandma and sister wanted to go to the store, but I found out that Grandma had said something mean about me, indicating that she didn't want me to come with her because she wanted to "walk fast." My sister asked me what I wanted from the store, and I, of course, heard a literal voice tell me, "no juice." Of course, I knew this was the voice of one of my spirit guides, and, of course, I figured that she wasn't going to buy me a big thing of juice and it was just going to be one bottle. So, of course, I asked for juice and cupcakes, and, of course, she bought me a carton of apple juice. I drank straight out of the bottle, so, of course, none of my family wanted to share the juice, and, of course, I finished it by Sunday. That weekend, I also found out, or thought, because of a YouTube channel I used to follow, that I was going through the Dark Night of the Soul, so yeah.

Because of how guilty I felt over eating almost an entire cake in a weekend, I consulted the divination website I always use to get guidance from my spirit team—facade.com. I was wondering if I should go on a week-long water binge—you only drink water or tea with no sugar for a week—which I've done three times and really enjoyed. I was wondering if diabetes is in my future.

They told me that instead of worrying about whether or not I'd have diabetes from my poor eating habits or lack thereof, I should take steps to eat healthier now. Instead of going on a weeklong water binge, I can drink more water throughout the day. Although I do drink water a lot in school, at home I don't drink much of anything unless it's right there in front of me, like soda or a gallon of tea that my great-grandma bought me. After that situation, I went to sleep and had two mozzarella sticks after my moms came home from pageant weekend even though I was supposed to be folding laundry. I didn't feel like meditating or doing any grounding exercises despite feeling like crying, I refused to simply calm down. I only wanted to go on my phone and do my own thing.

Honestly, I probably only told the story to share mine, in the hopes that someone will be able to relate to this. Just remember to not get so caught up in whatever you did that you consider wrong or bad. Instead of getting so caught up in the past, present, and future with anxiety, focus on grounding yourself in the present moment and what you can do to improve. Remember, there is probably always going to be a next time, possibly in a way you don't expect, so you're not a bad person for making mistakes. Trust me, I've been there and I'm still working on self compassion, self forgiveness, and self love.

So can you relate?

I hope you enjoyed this blog post. Parts of this weren't easy to write, so I hope that you approach this with kindness, compassion, and understanding. You never know what someone could be going through. I'm proud of myself for being able to share intimate details of my mental health journey once again. I'm not ashamed, and neither should you be. Remember, it's people who bring out these experiences, but it's our job to know what to do with them and how to transform them to make us feel empowered, and come out stronger. We are 100% responsible for how we choose to react to people and situations. Please like and follow for more.

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213341 Art Studio IIIA ⋆ Week 9 - Veejaysaurus Rex

Everything happens faster on the web. A hundred year's worth of culture has sprung up within a temporal blip, and history is made, recorded, and subsequently yearned for in the space of months.

In the old times of the internet, which well-adjusted folks call the mid-2000s , plunderphonics lived on, albeit transformed by the kooky, sunlight-deprived qualities of online culture at the time.

This entry is about YouTube Poop.

The idea behind a YTP is straightforward, and in the context of this workbook, quite familiar. Just take a preexisting piece of video - usually from some quirky bit of media, or otherwise any video you please - and re-edit it to form something.

On the early YouTube sphere, this usually meant some nonsensical parody, with hallmark techniques being the sentence mix, 'earrape' (the sudden increase of volume to headphone-cracking levels), and 'sos', which is to reverever a worow inni theeht middlddim for comedic effect. An entire subculture formed around this, but for the sake of brevity, it's Ryan Trecartin's filmography and daB by John Oswald over and over.

Where things pick up is with users eventually adapting this edit-heavy formula to create entire songs from their source material; being the YouTube Poop Music Video (YTPMV), and is the third time that plunderphonics developed in isolation.

What makes the YTPMV special is how, with it rooted in the video-edit formula of YTPs, each sound has a video clip displayed from which it originates, directly communicating to the listener what the layers of sound are, and where they come from.

The class critique went well, what now? With all signs pointing to interactivity, I reckoned the best way to get the same response to EIBY would be to put the audience in the same level of control over a video.

Searching up how to accomplish this led me to a forum post from 2001...

Oh hell nah.

The amount of learning required for this, especially before the finish line, has got me reconsidering. What else can I do?

Cue The VJ Book. As I found out, it comes with an attached DVD, featuring VJ'ing software!

Around this time, I went to a friend's costume party wearing an all-black morph suit. While uploading a video of me breaking it down in the kitchen for the socials, I found myself adding effect after effect, eventually re-recording myself dragging around the playback slider in Davinci Resolve, creating a jumbled, micro-montage video.

If it weren't for the fact that my studio piece was to be interactive, I probably would've continued down this path. Alas, this is the life I've chosen.

Scrolling past the bundled documentary, test images and template videos, I found two demos of VJ'ing software on my CD, the first being VIDVOX GRID2.

I got to downloading, which included installing QuickTime and ticking a few-too-many boxes. I suffer for my art.

Opening up the grid, I found myself back in the familiar territory of having absolutely no idea what to do.

All things considered, a 15 page manual was forgiving.

Around this time, it was also worth planning ahead for my presentation itself. Did I want to project it? How many speakers did I need? Was I going to follow my principles and avoid the cliché of being that-one-student-every-semester-that-presents-their-work-on-TV-monitors? I had to get Mike on speed-dial.

I was truly struggling with thinking of how to incorporate an interactive element, especially with a video work performed in software that I hadn't even heard of 20 minutes prior.

Until I saw this line in the manual.

MIDI notes can be used to trigger clips. This is discussed in Section 3.4, which deals with MIDI settings.

Bingo. I also regret selling my keyboard back in June.

And god damnit, it had the makings of being the next big thing for me. I'd press a key and the test video would jump, reverse and speed to my content. But then it crashed. And crashed. And crashed again.

Isadora, the other software bundled on the VJ CD, was another hopeful contender. A glance on their website showed that it did support MIDI.

And it just plain didn't work.

Downloading 20 year-old demo software onto my computer was making it act up, and it was about time I gave the thing a break.

Back to Cycling 74's Max. Begrudingly.

Although not for long. A second glance on their website lent their editing workflow to be less intimidating than I'd thought.

With a 30 day free trial a perfect fit for a nearby hand-in, I got to downloading.

To my shock (and delight), I had just opened the damn thing and it had already connected to my laptop camera and was now remixing my face.

We had a keeper.