#VENT TO PEOPLE WHO ARE OPEN TO IT. THERE ARE PLENTY OF THEM AROUND. I AM NOT ONE OF THEM

[risingsunresistance]

if i get any more tags mentioning his death on posts that are entirely unrelated to his death when i didnt ask for it im blocking everyone here and deleting my account

#i hate you guys so much #STOP VENTING IN MY TAGS JESUS CHRIST IM A PERSON TOO #I HAVE TO READ YALLS TAGS EVERY DAY WITH ABSOLUTELY NO WARNING!! THE ABSOLUTE BARE MINIMUM WOULD BE PUTTING A WARNING #YEAH YOU'RE JUST ONE TAG BUT I'M READING *EVERYONE'S TAGS* ***EVERY DAY*** #LEAVE ME ALONE. #LET ME PROCESS IT ON MY OWN #VENT TO PEOPLE WHO ARE OPEN TO IT. THERE ARE PLENTY OF THEM AROUND. I AM NOT ONE OF THEM #im gonna start blocking people over it #i unblocked everyone when he died and now im gonna have even more people blocked than before that JDHJFJ #chat #i am not joking btw i think i am just gonna start blocking people. #if i block them on main i dont have to read their tags so

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for making my mom’s boyfriend feel bad on purpose?

disclaimer: my parents have an open marriage

so i (20m, northern cheyenne) don’t have a problem with the modern celebration of thanksgiving.

really. i don’t.

the whole “pilgrims and indians” schtick is gross, but i find that generally, outside of elementary schools, nobody thinks about that part very much. people mostly just want to see their families and eat weird food. and i fucks w that.

the problem comes in with my mom’s boyfriend.

my mom (52f) is white, but she’s been married to my dad (53m) who is also northern cheyenne for 26 years. she’s the DEI coordinator for our county’s public school system and she’s one of my favorite most trusted shire people ever. so i never really have to censor myself around her. i can make jokes and complain and vent and etc etc etc. she’ll always listen.

her BOYFRIEND though.

i really do like my mom’s boyfriend (41m). he’s super cool, recommends good books, teaches me about plumbing, all sorts of other Manly Step Dad Shit (/hj).

but he is decidedly extremely caucasian. like so white.

he’s not /racist/ but he’s that in-between that a lot of white people are where they’re never mean, but you gotta watch what you say around them bc they bruise like a two week old apple.

there have been a few instances where i have in fact bruised his sensitive white man apple skin.

1) i was listening to a podcast with my mom about people indigenous to Hawai’i protecting Mauna Kea. we were listening to it out loud in our living room, and her boyfriend came in and listened for a few minutes before asking me to turn it off because it was “depressing”. fair enough. i figured he was having a rough day and i turned it off. (side note, it was All My Relations, “For the Love of the Mauna”.)

2) we were driving somewhere and trading off command of the AUX. i put on a song by Nahko and Medicine for the People, specifically their parody of “My Country Tis of Thee”. he again said he didn’t like it, it was depressing, and could I please turn it off. i did.

3) this is where i’m the asshole. we’re planning for thanksgiving, and i mentioned wanting to do a anticolonial thanksgiving. we’d watch some stuff about the wampanoag tribe (first contact tribe at plymouth rock), i’d make frybread and fried squash blossoms (along w my mom who would make the thanksgiving basics) we’d have a grand old time. her boyfriend asks why we can’t just enjoy thanksgiving without making it too political.

i’m like. that’s not political? it’s cultural?

and he says that to him it feels self flagellating and it would make him feel bad.

and i said honestly? the idea of thanksgiving’s history makes Me feel bad. and not to complain dude, but as an american indian, it’s always about you, and never, ever about me. so truly, i don’t care if you feel bad. we’re not doing a fucking colonized thanksgiving in this house. so if you’re just here for that sham bullshit, go and stay gone.

my mom says she agrees with me that an attempt at a decolonized thanksgiving is a good idea and a good compromise for our mixed family, but that i was way too harsh on her boyfriend and should’ve tried explaining in a kinder way first, since he’s really not educated on this stuff. i see where she’s coming from; i worry i might’ve scared him off of ever learning about cultural decolonization. ik it’s not my responsibility to make him care, but that doesn’t change the fact that plenty of white people are subconsciously looking for a reason not to care about natives, and by being a dick i might’ve just handed him that reason. so not only was i an asshole to him, but an asshole to my community at large by disservicing our reputation.

idk. i think i ruined thanksgiving :/

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[this-is-what-makes-us-fandoms]

All’s Fair In Love and War || Part One ||

Requested: Hii can you do a "enemies to lovers" trope with max and reader imagine? :)

You’re a well-known thief, always able to steal whatever target you’re given. When you’re hired to steal a ruby from the Metroburg Museum, you come face to face with the famous ThunderTwins. Who, having been defeated for the first time in a long while, are determined to take you down. But you can’t help catching the eye of one Max Thunderman and him yours. How will things work out when you’re on opposites side of the playing field?

Pairing: Max Thunderman x Reader

Warnings: Enemies to Lovers, she/her pronouns, violence/fighting, mentions of blood/bleeding

Words: 2.3K

A/N: A while ago I made a poll for something and everyone voted for Max, this was that something. Inspired form the Spider-Man/Black Cat relationship I made this for the lovely person who requested it. This is going to be several parts, so I hope you guys enjoy.

|| GIFs not mine, Black Cat GIF is just a reflection of what your villain suit looks like not your actual self ||

It was late into the night, most of Metroburg was already sound asleep with a few exceptions of course. The few villains who were out and about, and the heroes who were trying to stop them. You, being one of them, stood on the roof of the Metroburg Museum; right by the ventilation system. You were pulling it apart, tugging the cover off the vent and throwing it to the side. You snuck in once it was off before falling through the vent and landing on your feet. You landed crouched down, leaning forward and placing your hands down in front of you before you started crawling. It was a small, narrow crawlspace, barely enough room to get through it.

There were a couple turns here and there that followed, taking each one as you had memorized it beforehand. Then coming to a stop above a vent cover and peeking through the blinds, spotting what you’d come for. You smiled to yourself, crawling back a few paces before moving to rip the cover off. Throwing it aside once you did and slipping through the vent hole. You fell, a small rush of air hitting you in the face and sending a shiver of excitement through you as you landed on your feet. The fall was rougher than through the vent, causing you to land crouched with your hands planted down for support. Lucky for you, you always landed on your feet no matter the height.

You straightened up after, rolling your neck once and relaxing your body before taking a glance around you. You were quick to catch what you were looking for, a glint of red hitting your eye. Turning full face towards it, a grin appeared on your lips, stretching wide and almost Cheshire-like. Just a few feet away from you stood a bright, red ruby encased in glass. It was called the heart of the museum since it was a literal heart shaped necklace. The ruby had been kept there for years, rarely ever shown to the public since it was worth millions. If it were to go missing, it would certainly strike disaster in all Metroburg. It only made you want it more, and in turn you could sell it for so much more than it was worth. After all, there were plenty of people willing to pay top dollar for it. More so, the person who hired you in the first place.

The hard part of it was slipping it out of the box without sounding the alarm. You didn’t need to alert whatever supes were patrolling around the museum. Approaching the case, you reached towards your tool belt and pulled out a spray can. Uncapping it, you were quick to spray all around the case, showing the censored lasers that surrounded the ruby. There was more than you imagined, making you sigh as you looked for an opening between the glass and the censors.

When you found it, you slipped your hand through, being careful not to move your wrist. You laid your fingers against the glass, outstretching them some and watching as your nails grew long and pointed. You pressed them tight against the glass, turning your wrist after you did and watching as they cut a perfect circle through the glass. Once it was done, your nails retracted back, and you laid your fingers back on the glass. Twisting your hand around slowly and turning the circle until it came off. You pulled your hand back with the glass, being careful not to touch the lasers again.  

After that, you crouched down, setting the glass on the floor and reaching for your tool belt again. You pulled out an object, one that weighed the same as the necklace. You were sure there was a pressure censor on it, knowing that if you just snatched it up, the alarm would sound. When you stood back up, you reached your hand back in and towards the necklace. You had to time it right to set the figurine where the necklace sat and pull the necklace away.

You took a breath, steadying your hand as you set it on the display plate and slowly inched it to the side. As you did, you pushed the necklace along and stuck your pinky out. You hooked it around the band, pulling the rest of it out and letting it dangle off your pinky. Once the figurine was set down, you pulled your hand out of the case, grinning once again. You’d done it, you managed to steal one of the most valuable items in the world. You slipped the necklace into one of the pockets of your utility belt, ready to go on your way.

“That’s far enough,” you heard a voice say behind you.

You scoffed at the impeccable timing, standing up straight and rolling your neck before turning around. Behind you stood Max and Phoebe, the hottest superheroes in metroburg at the moment. They had risen to the top faster than any superhero ever had, given their own task force before even becoming full-fledged heroes. Though you hardly saw them as a challenge, knowing about their numerous failed missions from before. They were messy, which meant you could escape them easily.

“Well, if it isn’t dumb and dumber,” you said.

You smirked at the looks of offense on their faces, mirroring each other in a perfect twin sense.

“Okay, that was rude,” Phoebe scoffed. “No matter, we’re still going to take you down.”

“Sure, give it your best shot,” you mused out as you reached into your belt and threw something at them.

It hit the ground a few inches in front of them, exploding and releasing smoke. It clouded their vision immediately and you took the opportunity to run away. You didn’t want to deal with the pesky telekinesis they both had. You could hear coughing as the smoke invaded their lungs, but you didn’t look back. Instead, you took a turn and ran for the exit you had planned. You were avoiding going through the front, knowing there would surely be police waiting for you.

“Not so fast,” you heard from behind you.

“Shit,” you mumbled out, feeling a force acting from behind you.

It was Max who spoke, using his telekinesis to pull you back as you fought against it. It won in the end, he managed to pull you back enough to try and capture you. You didn’t let him though, turning around in a roundhouse kick. One you managed to land, kicking him in the stomach and watching him fly back against the wall.

“Sorry, pretty boy, but I have somewhere to be,” you told him before trying to run off again.

“Think again,” Phoebe said, appearing at your side.

She threw a punch at you, but your reflexes allowed you to evade her punch. You let out a breath of air as you stepped back, irritation slowly rising inside you. You really didn’t have time for this, you had somewhere to be, and they were getting in your way.

Just as you had deflected Phoebe’s punch, Max had recovered and jumped back in. He threw a punch of his own, one he landed square on your jaw and sending you flying back. This time it was you who flew into the wall from the force, an ache growing on your jaw. You steadied yourself against the wall, looking up and sending a glare Max’s way. Now you were pissed, it was rare for a superhero to get in your way. You were an excellent thief, always able to get in and out without trouble. Except for now.

“Tch. Pesky wonder twins,” you mumbled again.

You straightened up, looking between both twins and trying to come up with a strategy. They were both in fighting stances, ready for whatever you were going to throw at them.

“Give up, you aren’t getting past us,” Phoebe told you.

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” was your response.

You went for Phoebe first, knowing you could take her down faster before focusing on Max. You threw a punch at Phoebe, watching her evade it like you expected. You didn’t let her recover before your leg lifted and made contact with her stomach. You kicked her down, watching her land roughly on the floor and holding her stomach. You knew it would take her a while to get back up, meaning you could take care of Max in the meantime.

You turned to look at him, just in time to step back before he hit you. You shot him another glare and went in for a kick at his side. He dodged it and grabbed ahold of your ankle before pushing you away. It caused you to lose your balance, falling back on your ass. You clenched your jaw, looking up at Max and the smug smile on his face. You hated it, you wanted to wipe it off his face, but there was something about it. Something that caused a stir in your stomach and sent a tingle down your spine. For the enemy, he was so damn hot.

That wasn’t the point right now, you couldn’t let your thoughts distract you from escaping. So, you stood back up, along with Phoebe who had recovered. You were back to facing the two of them. You shook yourself off, arms outstretching at your side and claws extending out. They were long and sharp, enough to leave deep wounds if you really wanted to. You didn’t wait for either of them to make the first move, stepping forward and striking with one of your hands. You went for Max first this time, claws barely scratching his suit as he leaped back.

You took a swing at Phoebe next, hand going to her face and managing to scratch her cheek. You could feel the skin split open against your nail and watched blood seep through. Phoebe’s hand flew up to her face, gloved hand rubbing at her cheek and wiping away at the blood. She looked at her hand, shock on her face as she looked between you and her palm.

“Woah, that is so not cool,” she scoffed out.

“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” you asked, feigning remorse.

She shot you a glare, not appreciative of your sarcasm. “Don’t worry, I’ll return the favor.”

You faked a look of fear before rolling your eyes and retreating your claws back. You’d gotten what you wanted out of them, and they weren’t exactly your favorite to use. You dug a hand in your belt, pulling out a device and throwing it at Phoebe. It attached itself to her suit and distracted her as she tried to pull it off. It was too late; the device activated and shot an electric pulse over her body. It wasn’t hurtful but it was enough to knock her down and let you leave.

“Okay, that was kind of funny but dude, that’s my sister,” Max yelled out, holding back a laugh.

“Sorry, like I said, I have somewhere to be,” you said, once again feigning remorse.

He rolled his eyes this time and shot forward, swinging recklessly as if he were tired of fighting and just wanted to knock you down. You dodged each punch he threw, stepping back to create some distance so you could strike back. He wasn’t letting you, continuing to swing at you and hoping for the best. You had to give it to him though, he was persistent which sort of made him hotter.

“You know you’re pretty cute for a superhero,” you told him.

Your words caught him off guard and he stopped, looking at you like you grew an extra head. You took this as your chance, dropping to the ground and placing your hands in front of you. You used them to balance yourself before extending your leg out and sitting back on your heel. You spun around after, aiming for Max’s ankles and using your leg to swipe him under his feet. You managed to hit him clean through, knocking him off his feet and onto his back.

You smiled to yourself, standing up and looming over him, looking down at him. He groaned in pain, slightly curling himself up into a ball which only made you smile more. “But you’re not my type. Until next time, pretty boy.”

With both twins finally down, you took the opportunity to make your escape and disappeared before their eyes. Phoebe regained consciousness and sat up, hand against her temple to soothe the building headache. She looked over at Max who was lying next to her, staring up at the ceiling in defeat.

“She got away,” he mumbled out bitterly.

“You let her get away?” Phoebe shrieked.

“It’s not my fault, she got the better of me,” he answered. “But damn, she was hot.”

“Max! She stole the heart of the museum, and you called her hot?” she continued to yell.

“We’ll get it back, we can find her,” he said, sighing out heavily.

“You better be right,” Phoebe grumbled out.

She stood up after, hand outstretching towards Max and helping him up too. They were going to have report this back to the president, ashamed that they would have to admit defeat.

#oneshots #one shots #one shot #the thundermans #the thundermans one shots #the thunderman one shot #max thunderman #max thunderman one shots #max thunderman one shot #maxthundermanoneshots #max thunderman x reader

[bit-b]

The Pi's gone bad...

TL;DR: Raspberry Pi showcased police surveillance and police activity in a positive light. And that makes the Bit upsetti spaghetti. ------------------------------------ I don't know how many people on Tumblr are into geeky computer tech, but I felt like making a blog post to vent my frustrations about a recent goings-on. There's a company called Raspberry Pi that's been around since 2011 (with early development of Raspberry Pi starting around 2006). They're known for making small micro-computers the size of a credit card. It was originally an education initiative to get kids interested in coding. These computers run Linux, have a variety of ports for various uses and flexibility, and have a very low introductory cost. They've been utilized in all sorts of places. -Hobbyists used them in custom builds for robotics and automation. -Coders have used them to create all sorts of programs that help with entertainment, productivity, internet security, etc. -Educators have used them to help teach the fundamentals of Linux to students. It's a group and product that I've supported for a long time.

WELL, on December 8th, Raspberry Pi made a news post on their site announcing that they've hired a new person. Which is totally fine. It's good to see company growth. Only, this person was an ex-policeman in the UK surveillance division.

In the interview for the article, this ex-policeman said: “I used to be a police officer tackling serious organised crime and terror threats across the east of the UK. I was a Technical Surveillance Officer for 15 years, so I built stuff to hide video, audio, and other covert gear. You really don’t want your sensitive police equipment discovered, so I’d disguise it as something else. The variety of tools and equipment I used then really shaped what I do today.” "I started playing with Raspberry Pi hardware at home around the same time I started using Linux at work. I have used Raspberry Pi a lot in various police tactics over the years. They were dependable, low-cost, portable, and supported by such an awesome community. I tried almost every ‘fruit-based’ single-board computer out there, but I always came back to Raspberry Pi." Now, I don't blame Raspberry Pi for their computers being used as surveillance devices. It's a very open-source type of device. People are gonna get ideas. And sadly, using a micro-computer for this kind of job makes sense. HOWEVER, Raspberry Pi have full control over who they choose to hire. AND they have full control over what they choose to post to their website. If this hire and this information are things that they are happy to showcase to the world, I can't interpret this any other way than them endorsing their product for secret surveillance. Others saw it the exact same way. People went to the replies on Twitter and Mastodon to voice their concerns. But the social media manager chose to start blocking and hiding posts from people that were talking negatively about the ex-policeman and/or the article. To be fair, there were a LOT of hateful and trollish posts. And I DO NOT in any way support the harassment of anyone. Still it's not a good look to silence criticism on something so potentially contentious. It's ESPECIALLY not wise to word your replies to these comments in a dismissive and antagonistic way.

I don't know if they're still blocking people and hiding comments at this point. There seem to be plenty of angry comments left under their Twitter post. So I'm gonna guess they decided it wasn't worth trying to fight. On top of this issue, people continue to point out that it's legendarily difficult to purchase a new Raspberry Pi computer nowadays. The retailers that sell individual units can't seem to keep steady stock. This means that you either have to be VERY lucky when a supply drop happens, or you have to buy one of the scalped units being sold on either eBay or Amazon. The deluxe model is routinely sold for twice it's normal price.

That being said, if you're a business and want to buy a bulk shipment of Pi computers, that option is still readily available. Seems like the Pi company is more than happy to move inventory around if it means getting bulk batches out the door for businesses that want to stick Pi computers in random things (whether it be service devices or consumer products). And that's who I think Raspberry Pi's current REAL customers are: big businesses with big pockets. I don't completely believe that they hired this ex-policeman for the sole purpose of pushing the idea of using Pi computers in covert surveillance to law enforcement. That hinges on conspiracy talk. But I DO have a suspicion that someone in the marketing department saw the opportunity. The interview at times has an ere of advertisement. It puts Raspberry Pi computers in a position of looking like the perfect solution for police equipment. This is all my own interpretation. I can't really know 100% what their intentions were with this. I could be completely off on my assumptions, and they could turn around and say that it was a complete misfire on the PR side of things. What I do know is that I am now much more wary about Raspberry Pi. I once had interest in seeing how their newer units performed. But now I can't in good conscious hand my money over. I'm a major advocate of only allowing the police what they need within reason. And surveillance like this steps over that boundary. I was one of the first people who ordered the OG Raspberry Pi. I have great memories of learning Linux and tinkering around with it. It's one of the big reasons why I'm so interested in Linux today. I hope the Raspberry Pi company takes a minute to remember where they started. To remember their original goal. Making learning and computing accessible to all.

#raspberry pi #police #surveillance #spying #computer #linux #police state #checking under the sofa for microphones #why can't we just have nice things

[shunchitaro]

Arisu x GN!Reader

Genre: Angst (school/normal!AU) Romantic [In which reader has that unrequited love moment]

["These are the words I held back, I was leaving too soon I was enchanted to meet you"]

Arisu Ryohei.

Yeah, Y/N L/N was head over heels for him. All their friends knew except him, which made Y/N relieved that they didn't seem obvious.

You must be wondering who Arisu is to Y/N, aside from being their crush.

Arisu and Y/N have been friends ever since they moved to the school for their first year of high school (gr 7). He was one of their first friends in their batch, and they were entirely grateful since they were bullied for being the youngest in their section. Arisu was the first to introduce himself and befriend Y/N. Their friendship slowly grew into a friend group with a few other people Y/N got close with, and Arisu was part of that friend group.

Y/N never thought they'd ever fall for Arisu. Heck, Arisu wouldn't even be the last resort if they couldn't find anyone decent to have a crush on. Another important note was that Y/N hadn't had a crush for almost 4 years through high school; they didn't even plan to like anyone until they had suddenly fallen for Arisu.

How couldn't they fall for him? Arisu treated them well, he was such a gentleman. Y/N and Arisu always go home together; he usually treats them ice cream on the way home or he offers to carry their bag, then they'd gossip or he'd listen to them vent and he would comfort them. He was caring and kind, and he always put them first before anything.

Who wouldn't fall for Arisu, when he was a walking forest? A green flag?

The thing is, Arisu had a girlfriend so Y/N couldn't make their move- until he broke up with her because she kept gas lighting him.

Y/N thought they had their chance. Valentines Day was in a month, they had plenty of time. They planned to tell Arisu after they were sure Arisu was no longer hurt about his ex-girlfriend. Y/N had told the rest of the friend group and Chota even offered to help them write a confession letter.

But they were too late.

The next moment they opened the group chat, the first message they saw was Arisu's message.

'Guys I think I like someone, she's so pretty'

What? He likes someone already? It hurt Y/N even more when they realized it was the transfer student, Hana Minamura.

Y/N tried to brush it off, since she wanted Arisu to be happy. They supported him and even hyped him up to tell Hana. Y/N begged their friends not to tell Arisu, and they respected that decision.

Then one day, Arisu was devastated because Hana stood him up. She asked him out on a date and on the day before she had told him she was going out with Lee, another male classmate who had also liked her. Y/N comforted him of course, and he soon was ignoring Hana. Y/N thought she had a chance and wanted to confess to him the next day, but her plans failed miserably.

"Hana and I sorted things out, i'm going to court her again"

It was valentines and Y/N had to witness Arisu being clingy to Hana. He always talked about her in the group chat and Y/N had to play it cool, supporting him and even teasing him about it.

Y/N L/N was so glad Arisu was oblivious to the fact they liked him, but it hurt.

Why not Y/N?

Y/N was there longer, and Arisu had only met Hana that year when she transferred. Y/N was there for Arisu through everything, they were there when they needed advice on Hana, they were there to comfort him when Hana stood him up, they were there more than Hana ever was, so why was he picking her?

Y/N gripped the crumpled letter they were supposed to hand Arisu after valentines day, watching as Arisu had his arm around Hana's waist smiling with her and laughing with her.

It felt so unfair to Y/N, seeing Hana with Arisu. Y/N felt so disappointed in themself, seeing Hana stole Arisu's attention within just a short period of time.

For a moment, Y/N wished that Arisu wasn't so oblivious. They wished that he knew they liked him, maybe then Arisu would finally accept their feelings and either accept or reject them.

Arisu was blind, and Y/N was left at the peak of their emotions.

Their tears fell and they angrily tossed the letter into the bin, Karube and Chota watching in worry as they stormed off into the washrooms.

Arisu Ryohei was blinded to the fact that someone admired him way more than a friend, and chased after someone that probably didn't even have any interest in him. The selfish bit of Y/N wanted Hana to reject him, but then Y/N knew that once she did confess to Arisu after he got rejected, he would accept them.

Y/N didn't want to treat themself as Arisu's last resort.

Y/N L/N wasn't really meant for Arisu Ryohei, and it was slowly sinking in.

Author's note: Hello! I'm finally back hehe, sorry for disappearing for so long. I know I have a pending request, I'll write it as soon as I can requester-san! I just felt motivated to write this, it's kind of inspired off of my in-real-life crush experience :'). Not everything in the story is based off what really happened though but most parts are heavily inspired hehe. Happy belated Valentines day loves! <3

#arisu fluff #arisu #arisu x you #arisu x reader #arisu x y/n #gn #gn! #gn!mc #gn!reader #alice in borderland #aib fanfic #aib #alice in boderland x reader #aib x reader #aib x you #aib x y/n #aib headcanons #arisu ryohei #kento yamazaki #angst

[arachidenitida]

Something about James Potter 🌞📌 (how I see him)

[remember this is MY version, you might disagree with me. I'm open to discussions, with proper respect. I care a lot about this character, so please don’t be too harsh </3] — likeafunerall ig

James is a boy as confident as complexed.

he knows he's attracrive, he likes to recive attention, he knows everyone (or most) loves him.

he is kind, helpful and always ready to help others (without asking for anything in return).

he’s actually a simple person, he gets excited with everything, everything makes him thrilled, he always smiles and looks like a ray of sunshine.

he cannot focusing for a long time or stand still. he constantly changes position on the chair in class and doodle on his sheet. he learn by listening, in fact, despite being constantly moving, he still learn lessons. often asks Remus to repeat out loud important concepts so as to assimilate them.

he talks a lot, A LOT, it can happen he monopolizes entire conversations, but doesn’t do it on purpose, he just flows. he likes to tell things about him, his family and friends, remembering how much he loves them.

he can talk about his hyperfixations all the time, not leaving a moment of respite, he's so passionate while talking about it even listeners are excited.

although he loves talking he's also a great listener. he lets the other person vent without ever judging them. he'll share his opinion only if required, otherwise he will only comfort with nice words and be a shoulder to cry on.

beyond james' "light side" there is also the "complexes' side".

he feels annoying and not enough.

he always believes his problems are not "real problems", he thinks his only duty is to make others smile, who have "bigger problems".

he's never satisfied. "I could play better", "I could help more", etc... this breaks him.

he constantly needs reassurance, he needs his mother to remind him he’s a good son and a good friend, that he's a nice guy and he cannot save everyone.

in a relationship, as opposed it might seem, it's not easy being around him, it takes a lot of patience.

he will give all the love he has, plenty of attentions, he'll always be there for people he loves, he'll give them anything.

his partner (or the others) must remind him not to overdo, not to run out. they must remind him that love will not disappear if he takes a break.

being with james means taking care of his low moments and help him understand "it’s okay to be sad and show it", others will love him anyway.

he won’t do it all wrong if he needs others once, he should let others be his light and help him.

maybe a bit long but that's ok :)

sorry abt my english, maybe it would take a warning (joking).

#marauders harry potter #harry potter universe #marauders hc #marauders map #marauders fandom #marauders era #marauders #james potter #james potter hc #james potter hcs #james is the sun #the marauders map #the marauders headcanon #the marauders #atyd fandom #atyd james

[ephermerality-unbound]

I had a talk with my best friend last year

They came to me and cried, and I held them, and they talked about how scared they were of themself. They said they had a very vivid ideation of killing themself, and it terrified them to tears.

And I comforted them of course. But it made me confused. Maybe opened my mind. You are supposed to be scared of this?

I’ve had suicidal ideation since I was in middle school. Actually, I was convinced that I wasn’t going to see freshman year because I was either going to kill myself, or be admitted to a mental hospital. When I mess up, one of the first thoughts in my mind is “kill yourself kill yourself kill yourself” or “you should just step off a bridge” (I’ve now taken to saying it out loud, alone, or muttering it quietly.) Whenever I crossed the street, I’d imagine a car speeding through the stop sign and hitting me straight on. I’d imagine getting in some kind of accident and not making it through. I suppose you could call that passive suicidal ideation, but sometimes it wasn’t so passive.

I’ve gone to sleep with vivid imaginations of drawing a blade down my arm through my vein. I imagine stepping off the edge of a skyscraper; what clothes I would wear while I did it, who I would be around, where I would do it. I played scenes of the people reaching out for me, or not even noticing. I imagined what it would be like as I fell, and then the impact, and the horror of passerby’s as they witnessed the gruesome scene on the sidewalk. I’d imagine hitting the water after jumping off a bridge.

But I’m not scared of them. They’re just normal thoughts, like wondering what I should have for dinner. As far as I can tell, they don’t outwardly impact me too badly. Even when the thoughts do get overwhelming, I’m never moved to tears. I just close my eyes and go to sleep, and that seems to fix it.

Is this normal?

I kind of want to talk to someone about this. But that aforementioned friend is commonly used as a venting/dumping ground by other people, so I can’t possibly subject them to even more stress with my own problems. I can’t tell my parents. I think them finding out about my s/h made my dad get a divorce, and my mom would just make me more upset. I have plenty of friends, both online and offline, but I feel like I don’t know my offline friends well enough to open up to them (and I’m too exhausted to form better relationships), and I always get ignored in vent channels in discord servers. I guess I sort of feel alone, but i dunno.

I still think I want to kill myself. But I don’t know if I actually do want to, or if I’m just saying that to say it.

Maybe I’m just begging for attention. But if I am, why would all of this stay in my head? Isn’t the purpose of using suicide for attention putting it front and center, as your only personality trait?

Maybe it’s just midnight.

#tw: suicide #mental health support #needed

[river-ocean]

Hi 👋🏼

For the Valentine's day prompts, could I ask for Piarles + prompt no. 3?

Thanks :D ❤️

Piarles + “But I thought you never liked valentine's day?" "Surprise!"

oh this is so fun thank you for this one!!! <3

Pierre was never big on holidays. He loved to be with his family, but it didn’t matter much to him if it was a holiday or a random Tuesday. What mattered to Pierre was being with his loved ones, and he didn’t think he needed a holiday to give him a reason for that.

Charles, on the other hand, loved holidays. He loved the decorations and the activities and the general pomp and circumstance of it all, whether it was a birthday or New Year’s Eve or Bastille Day or April Fool’s Day. 

(Pierre especially laughed about him celebrating Bastille Day, since Charles was always so offended when people assumed he was French.

“I am celebrating for you, mon amour,” Charles would claim.

Pierre knew that was a lie.)

Charles was the one who loved holidays, so Charles was the one who was in charge of deciding how they would celebrate, and Pierre was happy to go along with it.

One day in late January, Pierre was preparing dinner for the two of them in his Milan flat, and Charles was grumbling about something at the table.

“What’s wrong, calamar?” Pierre asked, sensing that Charles needed someone to vent to.

“All of the restaurants I am trying to make reservations at are fully booked for Valentine’s Day,” Charles whined. “You would think that being a Formula One driver would make this easier, but apparently everyone in the country wants to have dinner in Milan on Valentine’s Day,” he added.

“Why don’t we order takeout and watch one of those cheesy romcoms you love instead, hmm?” Pierre offered.

“You love them too!” Charles replied, feigning offense, but agreed that it could be nice for them to have a night in, one of their last chances for chill night before the season started back up.

Pierre laughed and went back to preparing their dinner, already plotting how to make this night special for Charles.

———————————————

Pierre spent the next two weeks calling every florist in Milan to find one that could make the elaborate flower display he wanted for Charles.

Being a famous racing driver might not have helped Charles get a reservation, but it did mean that Charles was occupied for most of the day on Valentine’s Day with the Ferrari livery reveal, which gave Pierre plenty of time to prepare his surprise.

The florist delivered the flower display in the early afternoon, and Pierre hung balloons and streamers throughout their flat. He had candles lining the entryway, and planned to light them just before Charles returned.

When Charles messaged him to let him know that he was on his way from Matabele, however, Pierre realized that although he had a flower display, he didn’t have an actual bouquet to give Charles. If he wanted to go full romantic gesture, he probably needed a bouquet.

He headed out of their flat and ran to the nearest florist, grabbed the first red bouquet he saw, and ran home. Just as he walked through the door, he got a message from Charles that he was 10 minutes out. 

Perfect timing, Pierre smiled to himself, and sent Charles a 😘 in response.

Pierre put the bouquet on the dining table with his card for Charles and set to work lighting the candles. He lit the last one as he heard Charles’ key in the door, and Pierre ran to grab the bouquet and card.

Charles opened the door and stopped in his tracks, looking from the candles to Pierre and back to the candles, taking in the scene of the flat with wide eyes.

Once he processed everything, Charles dropped his bags and ran to Pierre, throwing his arms around him and nearly knocking the bouquet from his hands.

“But I thought you never liked Valentine’s Day?” Charles asked after planting a kiss square on Pierre’s lips.

“Surprise,” Pierre smiled, handing the bouquet to Charles.

“Oh, carnations! My favorite. Thank you, Pierre,” Charles smiled fondly at his boyfriend, placing another kiss on his cheek.

Pierre had thought they were roses, but after seeing Charles’ face light up, he silently vowed to bring Charles carnations any time he saw them from that day forward.

#valentine's day prompts #piarles ficlet #f1 rpf #piarles

[mr-arcturus]

I’m struggling these days. Everyone sees me as super happy, and I’m just down. Sad isn’t even the right word for it anymore. I feel hopeless in so many ways, and I don’t know who to tell. I feel like I’m always going to be lonely, and in my own bubble of a world. I have people around me, I know they care but it feels like they don’t know me or understand me. They only see the mask I put infront of them. The worst part is I don’t even know who I am anymore to show them that. I just feel lost. I’m sorry I’m sharing this, I just didn’t know who to tell.

Well hai!

First thing my anon friend. You don't need to apologise for expressing your self. You're worthy of a safe place to express yourself with out fear of judgement. Maybe we can help. It's a few wonderful people here with access to various resources if you need them. Also it's plenty of shoulders and open ears if you need to vent further. If you need.... Continue to send your anons if that helps for now but you're not alone. We're all here as a community to support one another when times get hard.

[originalfireemblemscenarios]

Hi! I sent the request in your dms

Ah I was so excited to do this one!

Sylvain getting into an argument with his playful and funny friend

Reader here is female

He always liked how casual you were about everything. You were one of the only people who wouldn't be so serious about everything.

Even if you were always under pressure due to your status and family expectations, you were always ready to crack a joke and make his day.

After the war started you were just the same as always and he was so glad to see that you haven't lost your spirit no matter what.

But your messing around caused one of your friends to ask "Do you ever even cry? You never care about what everyone says to you do you?" and you were quite surprised to hear that "Huh? Of course I do. I have emotions just like everyone does"

You argued with your friend over it and you then vented to Sylvain about it. As someone who was accused of the same plenty of times he knew how upset it must've got you.

"Some people won't understand even if you spell it out to them Y/N, but if it means anything I do understand. After all we're not so different are we? So we might as well stay together, us against the world" if he said it with any other tone you'd assume that he's flirting with you. But his voice was sweet and concerned, rather than playful.

The conversation stickied with both of you, even though you were already friends knowing that you're truly allies by every means of the word was rather comforting.

But just like any friends you had a few arguments. Some were small and you apologized right away, but this time it wasn't like that.

You were just so done with all the girls complaining to you about him. They all would ask why you'd be friends with such a monster or can't you do something about him. There were few that just came to cry to you too.

You told him to just stop with that already and it pretty much started it "Since when do you dictate how I live my life? It's none of your business so why should you care anyways?"

"Not my business? Do you know how many of your ex girlfriends come complaining to me!? I'll tell you: way too much" you didn't include how also hearing people say such things about him to you is tiring since you just wanted to get to the point.

The argument kept going, and before he had the time to consider his words he just snapped "Oh I'm so sorry miss perfect but not everyone can be as great as you"

He was angry but when he saw how his words hurt you he felt bad. He didn't have the time to apologize though because you left with tears in your eyes.

He felt almost paralyzed, he wanted to run after you but something kept him from doing so.

He just stood there shocked at how he could say such a thing when he knew how much you hated the word perfection.

After he calmed himself down he wanted to go to you right away, and that's what he did.

Of course not without a gift. He didn't wanted to pay for your forgiveness- but rather just make it up for being such a fool.

He was nervous, he often messed things up but since it's you he feels triple as guilty. He thought you even might not want to see him but when you didn't immediately shut the door upon seeing him he figured it was okay for him to speak.

"Y/N I'm so sorry for what I said back there" he still found himself not able to say much more than that. At the very least he got his point across.

He was rather desperate, so he felt dumb for saying just sorry. He wanted to say something but he just doesn't know how to put it together.

You could see that he regrets it but it was only fair for you to now make him pay for making you cry.

With a straight face you closed the door of your room. He was surprised to say the least.

When you re-opened it you joked "I thought you of all people would be used to girls shutting the door in your face like that" you didn't say it in a malicious way so he smiled back at you.

He totally deserved that one and he isn't afraid to admit to it.

~Mod Bernadetta

#fe3h sylvain #sylvain fire emblem #fe sylvain #sylvain gautier #sylvain jose gautier #sylvain x reader

[bridgertonbabe]

I want to hear more about this Fletcher person but I also don't cos he sounds horrible.. I hope Sophie has some kind boyfriends before Benedict. (And some hookups on her travels 😉)

*Trigger Warning: this post contains mentions of an eating disorder.*

(So I actually took Fletcher's name from the book as he's one of Cavender's cronies who were harassing Sophie before Benedict came in and saved her.)

In this AU Fletcher ain't shit though initially Sophie saw the good in him. She had really wanted to get over Benedict after having her heart crushed by him and in her sixth year she decided to try putting her interests in someone else - really, anyone else. Plenty of people fancied Sophie but the issue she had was that everyone assumed she was dating one of the guys in her friendship group. Then for one hot minute Colin, Phillip, and Michael were all known to be dating other girls, leaving the door wide open for anyone to actually make a go of asking Sophie out now that it was confirmed she was in fact single. Fletcher was the first person to ever approach her and ask outright if she wanted to go on a date with him, and due to nobody ever showing interest in her previously, Sophie accepted.

When Colin, Phillip, and Michael told Sophie that Fletcher was going around telling everyone he had snagged a date with her, they were floored when she informed them that it was true, thinking Fletcher had been talking shit. They had asked her what she even saw him in, why she would agree to go out with him. Sophie had simply told them that she wanted to give dating a go, feeling ready to do so - but that was a lie; she just wanted a distraction from her heartache and wanted to try moving on from Benedict. When her friends told her she had much better options than Fletcher if she wanted to date, Sophie assured them that just because she agreed to one date didn't mean there would be a second.

Her date with Fletcher occurred on a Hogsmeade weekend and though beforehand she was preparing to let him down gently after the date, she ended up surprised by how funny and attentive and genuinely interested he was in her. She thought perhaps she had gotten him all wrong and that maybe he put on a bit of a front around others, so when he asked her if a second date was on the cards, Sophie found herself agreeing because she had actually enjoyed the date. A second date turned into a third, then a fourth, and then they were officially dating before becoming boyfriend and girlfriend.

His kisses didn't compare to the one she had with Benedict but she had to remind herself to forget about her first crush. He was off being an adult, meeting adult women and having adult relationships; he wasn't stopping to think about his teenage brother's friend and she told herself she had to stop thinking about him.

Her biggest issue was that Colin, Phillip, and Michael made it clear that they didn't like Fletcher and didn't think he was worthy of her. They wouldn't listen when she insisted there was a side to him that he only showed to her and nobody else, and gradually she became frustrated with her friends for judging her boyfriend and assuming the worse of him, especially when she never judged any of the people they dated. It caused some friction between the group and it didn't help that when she vented to Fletcher about it he only encouraged her resentment towards her three best friends.

Fletcher made her feel wanted and good about herself - until she came back from the holidays in seventh year. He had embraced her like he normally did but when he pulled away he prodded her tummy and said "treat yourself over the summer? better take it easy Soph, there's a difference between curvy and chunky." She had tried to not take his comment to heart, thinking she was just being sensitive, but then during the feast to kick off the first day back at school, she caught his eye when she was helping herself to dessert and he grimaced and shook his head, giving her a pointed look. She had stared at her reflection in the mirror that night, mortified that her boyfriend thought she was getting chunky though she knew she had put on weight. Being back at the Bridgerton home and seeing Benedict had stressed her out and she turned to comfort-eating to cope, indulging even more when she saw Benedict coming down from the upstairs flat of the Delacroix boutique looking handsomely ruffled and in want of his lover; clearly he wasn't still thinking of her like she was of him.

Motivated by her boyfriend's remarks as well as not wanting to let Benedict get the best of her, Sophie implemented a diet, cutting herself down to two small portioned meals a day. After a couple of months she was sure she had lost the weight she had gained but then when she had been browsing in Honeydukes, Fletcher once again made a comment. "Don't let that sweet tooth get the better of you, Soph. You don't want to undo all the work you've done, now do you?" From then on she had forgone chocolate, sweets, and desserts altogether, focusing on maintaining her figure.

At Christmas back at the Bridgertons Benedict had offered her the chocolate they normally shared that he kept hidden away from Colin, but she turned him down; she couldn't let herself be tempted by either the chocolate or Benedict. She didn't realise that upon turning down the chocolate Benedict kept a watchful eye on her and noticed how she was eating far less in general, picking up on her lying to his mother to say she had eaten lunch when he knew she hadn't, as well as scraping a lot of her plate onto Colin's during dinnertimes when she assumed no one was looking. He tried to talk to Sophie to voice his concerns but he never found the opportunity to speak with her, so instead he asked Colin to keep an eye out on Sophie's eating habits.

Back at school, despite resisting the urge to indulge over the Christmas period, Fletcher still remarked on Sophie's weight and as a result Sophie began skipping mealtimes altogether. She lied to her friends and told them she had homework to do but really she was hiding herself away in the girls bathroom and away from the temptation of food. It wasn't until a week later when an owl delivered her a box of Honeydukes chocolates with a card from Benedict saying she forgot to take her Christmas present from him back to school that Sophie suddenly became very upset, and confessed to her friends that she might have an eating problem. Colin, Phillip, and Michael immediately comforted her and went with her for support when she shared her issues with Professor Danbury. She received counselling and rebuilt her love for food, though she never did mention to Professor Danbury or her friends that Fletcher's comments had been the root cause of her issues, thinking it wasn't fair to blame him when she had done it to herself.

Instead, the next time Fletcher made a comment, Sophie dumped him immediately and told him she refused to accept her own boyfriend making her feel like shit. Fletcher hadn't taken being dumped well and verbally abused and bullied her whenever he saw her. Though her three best friends were riled by Fletcher's awful behaviour, Sophie begged them to just ignore him because he wasn't worth it. They followed her request until the day they walked past Fletcher with his mates Cavender and Heasley by the lake. Cavender made several offensive remarks about Sophie, calling her a mudblood, a pricktease, and inferring she whored herself out to her three male friends.

Word then spread like wildfire about the massive fight between the six seventh-years which apparently culminated in Cavender nearly being drowned by the lake's giant squid. Sophie was shocked that her three best friends had gotten themselves suspended from their respective clubs and would have detention for an entire month all because they were defending her honour. When she expressed her guilt Colin, Phillip, and Michael told her that they had no regrets and would do it all over again in a heartbeat. "You're our favourite girl, Soph. No way are we going to let anyone talk about you like that." Sophie had teared up at just how loved they made her feel and thanked the heavens above for the three best friends she could ever ask for.

#asks #sophie beckett #hogwarts au #tw eating issues

[shytastemakerthing]

Can I please request a romantic TWST matchup! I am veryyy outgoing. I make friends really easy and overall I’m a people pleaser. I do get very anxious and overwhelmed easily, which can cause panic attacks. I dont like sports, but I do like studying and my grades are something I take pride in. I overwork myself a lot and I make myself crumble. I thrive in environments where I get to help people. I tend to fall for possessive people because it makes me feel like someone actually likes me, even though they’re toxic. I get a long with people pretty easily though a lot of people have taken advantage of me because I’m naive and overly kind and I do anything in my power to make sure that people like me. I crave validation so I love being praised and takes care of, it makes me feel like I’ve done something right. I really enjoy video games and puzzles cause they challenge my brain. Its very easy to get me to do anything- just tell me “if you do _____ then I’ll be so proud of you.” And I’ll do it-. I am a little chubby with stretch marks and surgical scars. I’m very insecure in my body and I would like someone who would hold me close and let the world fall away. I love the idea of someone rough and tough getting soft and snuggling with me. I have some sensory issues that can cause panic attacks, like loud places/crowds. I prefer someone tough and dominant, but on the quieter side. I crochet and I recently finished making a blanket! Thank you!!!

A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I re!lly hope that you like this! On another note, if you ever feel like you need to vent or talk about anything, my messages are always open😊. I am in no means a therapist of any kind, but I know just what a lot of what you stated feels like and I've been there myself 😊. Continue to be amazing!!

I match you with........

Riddle Rosehearts

• Now, there are a number of reasons as to why Riddle won in terms of this matchup, and I'll touch on several of those points.

• This is a man who has always seeked validation, mostly for it to come from his mother despite how toxic she truly was for him and to him. Once he was able to look past that in his life, seeing just how she was for him, he began to find that validation in other things. He greatly helps you in that as be knows that you need it.

• He will praise you when you do well, and bring tea and tarts to celebrate. If you're falling behind in classes or not quite sure on a certain topic you are studying, he is there for you all the way to help you through it. He takes great notice of your cues if things are beginning to be too much, if you need a break, if you're hungry, or if you finally understand what js being taught.

• He knows what it's like to be around toxic individuals, mostly his mother, and he will certainly help you. Yes, they gave you validation, but they also hurt you for their own benefit. You do not need not need. Come over to Heartslabyul for an unbirthday party. You will be guaranteed to find and make new good and healthy friends there *cough* Trey *cough*.

• Beijg a people pleaser is okay, but bot when jt comes at the risk of hurting yourself. You can't make everyone happy, and then also expect yourself to be happy as well. He is gentle when telling you this. It's okay to tell people no, it's okay to let them down. It's all a part of growing. If they can't see that you did try to help, or redirect them to someone who can help them better, than that's their loss.

• He is someone who takes his relationship very seriously. Words of affirmation seem to do wonders for you, and he gives you plenty. While among his dorm members, he can be still quite strict, though not as bad as his time in overblot, there is still that nature to him. Once it's the both of you behind closed doors? Pajamas are on, and the both of you are curls into one another and he whispers praises to you and you to him. You're each other's greatest moral support.

• Make him a blanket and he melts, he loves it❤. Honestly, you'll see him using it every night within the confines of his room. It's usually going to be very nearly folded on his bed, it's either being very delicately washed, or maybe he's studying at his desk and it's being used to keep his legs warm. Can he.... possibly have a couple more?

• Overall, this relationship is built on trust, care, love, respect, admiration, gentle words, and care. He may not be perfect, but he promises to be there when you need him the most, no matter what. You're his darling rose, and he wishes to see you bloom.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst #twst imagines #disney twisted wonderland #twst riddle #twisted wonderland riddle #riddle x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts #heartslabyul #romantic #matchups

[cassiopeiasdaughter]

All the very best for your exams bestie!!! I hope you're taking care of yourself, drinking enough water and getting plenty of sleep along with studying <3

I was wondering if I could please get a ❤️ and 🦉from your event?

I'm a straight female and my pronouns are she/her. I'm an infp, a taurus sun, gemini moon, and scorpio rising

Physical description - I'm 5'9 and I have long and curly dark brown hair and brown eyes. I have a fair skin tone, I'm slim and I've got full lips and fairly large eyes. I also have these dimples that I really like!

I love reading, my favorite genres are poetry, Russian lit, and mysteries! I love learning about new things and knowing a little bit of everything. I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything! I adore all forms of art and I have quite a few creative hobbies! I listen to a lot of modern/indie rock and I love watching films very much! It takes me a while to feel comfortable around new people but once I do, I become really talkative and outgoing. I love helping out and I'm the therapist friend, people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'm smart and ambitious; I love being the best at everything I do. I'm quite the hopeless romantic and I love being in love! I adore big and small romantic gestures and I love domesticity sm!! My love languages are acts of service and quality time. I'm a ravenclaw and my enneagram is 4w3.

Thank you very much, I hope you have a wonderful day ❤️

thank u bestie 🫶 (sorry this took so long)

for the Taylor Swift song, I have to go with the last great American dynasty.

As for the ship,

You sound incredibly smart. You are someone who values knowledge and you must have a big imagination. You bring comfort to those around you, they feel safe enough to open up to you and seek help.

Your ideal partner would be someone who listens to you in return, someone who is quiet but kind and once you get close to them warm -like a fire lit in the coldest of winters. You want someone smart, someone you can talk to about your books and interests. You want someone who hates your favorite book, but keeps reading it because you love it, so it must be good, they just havent understood it yet (this is a trope from a dramione fic called Wait & Hope btw)

You want someone that admires you, someone that looks at you in awe while you talk about Dostoevsky and Tolstoi.

You want a partner- an equal. You want to be a team with your significant other, you want to help eachother get better, be the best versions of yourselves.

The best person for you would be Theodore Nott, and let me just write a little something about you two.

You were dragged at a party by your friends, immediately as you step inside the big house you seek a quiet corner, somewhere away from all the drunk people around you.

You find an open door that leads to the balcony, the night is beautiful, the stars are shining bright and you can hear music playing in the background.

You are lost in thought when you hear someone curse to himself and you turn your head startled.

It's Theo, of course, so tall that he hit his head on the door frame and stumbled lightly, spilling his drink.

He wanted a quiet place to sit, not wanting to be at this party in the first place, just like you.

Long story short, you spend the night talking, bonding over your loud friends- and your love for them.

By morning he has sobered up and offers to give you and your fiends a lift home. You agree and after dropping everyone off he asks you, "Do you want to get breakfast or something?"

You end up in an empty diner, drinking coffee and splitting pancakes and waffles with him, because you couldn't decide between the two.

He ends up being the love of your life.

fin

Please tell me what you think- I'm sending you the most positive of vibes- may you find your Theo and may you split pancakes and waffles with him every Sunday morning as a tradition <3

also, im terribly sorry, I didn't have time to proofread this, I took a small break from studying, but now I have to go eek

#shipping

[bunnyqueengrace]

Vent post below the cut.

The past week and a half has been fucked. I am so tempted to just call the fuck out of work tomorrow. I am just so damn tired.

The customers are constantly trashing the store and letting their kids run wild. They're screaming at us, the staff, over the stupidest fucking things. No, Karen, you cannot get full price back for this item you bought four years ago and are now returning, that's not how it fucking works, and you know it, no amount of tantrums will change this. They then bitch us out on social media for their own bad behavior.

(Not to mention all the abandoned cars that get strewn about the store that we then have to clean up)

Making things even more frustrating is that corporate literally will not let us schedule enough people to Actually Run The Store. We literally get two or three cashiers for most of the day, and two or three floor staff to cover The Entire Store, and one of the floor staff HAS TO BE covering the fitting room or we can't have the fitting room open. BUT. We have been getting massive, rush-hour type lines at times that were not considered rush hour pre-pandemic, and the two or three cashiers are not enough. The majority of the time, someone from the floor staff have to get on register to help get the line steady at the very least, cleared out at best. And when that happens, that's one or two less people covering the floor and cleaning up after the gods-damned customers who keep trashing the place and letting their kids be holy terrors. Which, in turn, means the store is almost never clean. We have enough people on payroll, we could easily have enough people scheduled to cover the registers and keep the store tidy, not this everyone-has-to-be-doing-three-jobs-at-once bullshit. But gods forbid the corporate fuckos give us the hours, since that would require them spending money on their workforce and they haven't made their fifteen unused yachts a month quota.

(There's always enough people scheduled for out back, but they're usually all done and out the door by noon, and half of them aren't cashier-trained.)

Not to mention we keep losing people about as fast as we hire them. One would think after all the shenanigans the pandemic put us all through, corporate would at least TRY to offer (and Actually Give) better benefits like more paid sick leave, etc. But no. Apparently we're all supposed to just accept the old bullshit treatment of the past, even though we know better can be done. I don't blame the youngsters who leave after a week, whether I like them or not, they know what they're worth and I hope they're all doing well. But the constant turnover because corporate can't treat us with basic respect and decency is Not Good For Anyone.

And that's just the work side of things.

Two of my family members have had major surgeries. They're both okay, but one is elderly, and as tough as she is, this was an extremely stressful time and we have no idea how well she's going to handle her physical therapy.

A few other family members don't seem to be talking right now, and the rest of us are trying so hard to awkwardly navigate around them. I'd honestly rather one of them just outright say they don't want the others in their life anymore, at least that way I could have some idea of how to proceed.

And on top of all that, I've been having flashbacks to high school when my mother was at her worst with everything from privacy to grades and plenty beyond.

I am just so fucking tired. I don't want to die, but I just want everything to fucking stop.

#vent post #i dont know if any of this needs a trigger warning but do what you need to take care of yourself if any of this affects you

[ut-girl666]

📓 Hi. :3

Hi! :D!

A fic I’ve really wanted to write for a while, but don’t know how to best execute, comes from inspiration off another idea I saw someone write, involving Roddy’s diary being snooped into. (Which I’ve discussed a fair amount with you, Sound.) Essentially, plot - as I have it currently - goes:

Someone finds one of Rodimus’s diaries, in which this one is more particularly sensitive and personal due to it being where he vents out his feelings about his trauma and expresses his more violent thoughts, specifically directed at the inflictor of said trauma, compared to his normal everyday journal where he talks about the crew, mundane stuff he occasionally notes down, and such.

Of course, in all their wisdom, they snoop through it, and find horrifically rather graphic tales of the things he wants to do, and confessions of indescribable amounts of violence that may shock even Overlord or the DJD, just in more odd, unique ways. Occasionally even a drawing or doodle, done fairly fast but still rather masterfully nonetheless.

It goes around the ship like wildfire - Rodimus apparently is completely capable of hurting people, and may want to hurt some of them. Rodimus obviously tries to soothe them, dispel the rumor, but no one actually really believes him/takes it seriously. And most keep distance, while some others try to get close.

Of course, this sent Rodimus to Rung’s office for therapy. Thought and effort is appreciated, but entirely lost on him, as Rung is a crew member who he’s casually talked with plenty over the course of five vorns, sure, but god be damned if he’s gonna actually say a single word on the matter.

Later, after lots of frustration, being pushed around by everyone, and a dramatic increase in alcoholism, Rodimus eventually opens up a little to Thunderclash. Not much, but just enough that he can tell, Rodimus does not want or intend to hurt the crew, and is noticing how all this drama has only hurt him.

It dies off, and leads to a sort of distrust between the crew and Rodimus; the crew calm down, and leave it be, while remaining somewhat cautious, and Rodimus is more reclused and secretive from them.

It’s all around a pretty angsty situation for Rodimus.

Other ideas I’ve recently come up with and haven’t written yet, include how Megs got made into papa duck #2 by his nephew, a cute Oplita shot idea, and some HotLock shenanigans, among other things.

But regardless, here you are! Hope you like it! :).

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🦎 + how have your holidays been?

A ��� for My Stupid Thoughts || Always Accepting!

[Aha. Honestly? Pretty rough. Could have been worse, I guess, but my family pulling some bullshit this year really just...ruined the season for me. If you don't want a long vent that I feel I need to get off my chest, stop reading here and know that my answer is basically could have been worse but not great. But I guess I'd you're curious about me really seeing very clearly where I stand in my family, feel free to read on.

So basically I'll start with this has honestly probably been a long time coming. The differences between me and most of my family, especially the particular clan in question (which, for reference, is basically my oldest brother, his kids, along with my older brother's girlfriend and his oldest son's girlfriend at least; a few other S/Os are newer to the mix, but im sure theyre getting the same bs fed to them as everyone else considering how they operate) have just become more and more glaring over the years. Whether that's politics and general human decency to basic shit like interests and just personalities not meshing. Shit you can generally most past but after a while and a few incidences in recent years (especially this year) I've just....decided I don't care to care any more. If their opinion of me is so low, I don't care to try and change it or entertain being around people who don't care for me.

I'll keep things reserved to this year because they're the most relevant. Back in July, we all went on vacation as a family. We've done it plenty of times before, and besides minor hiccups and one major moment of gross racism and just general bullshit that is probably what really opened my eyes to how this particular sect believes and operates (i.e. i called my older nephew, ill call him T for the sake of clarity, out for some racist comment but somehow i was the one that ended up the bad guy and bullied/laughed out of the cabin; i got onto my niece, I'll call her D, for acting like a horrible and entitled brat to literally everyone because her dad wasnt doing it and, again, i was the bad guy. Keep this pattern in mind), nothing unexpected took place on these trips. We moved on from the situations for the sake of family.

This year, however was just....too much. I'll start with the initial shit I knew on the ground and move into what I found out after concerning this situation. For this vacation, we were all renting a cabin at a lake for the week, something we've done plenty of times before and had a good time. Unfortunately, T's gf, A, had just gotten a new job, so they couldn't make it up to join us until Wednesday evening (we checked in Sunday night). Which was fine. We were happy they could come at all.

A few days before we went, me, my parents, and my brother (W) and his gf (C) were discussing vacation and got on the topic of deciding which rooms we wanted to some degree. It was decided that, since my parents, W and C like to get up early for breakfast, they would take the two rooms on the main floor. I asked if I could have one of the two rooms on the top floor because there would be a lot of kids around, I'm not the biggest fan of kids, and I just need my space in general from EVERYONE from time to time and didn't want to be in the basement where the kids were likely going to be most of the time (there was a TV, a pool table, and other like kid friendly features down there for them to occupy themselves). Everyone agreed that that would be fine so I was content.

Well, as shit usually goes with this family, that's not what ended up happening. W and C got there first and they decided to take one of the upstairs bedrooms. D and her boyfriend got there next and took the other upstairs room. So I was pissed about it because I had specifically asked for one of those rooms with W and C there and knowing what was going on. So when I confronted W about it when we arrived at the cabin, he threw D, his own DAUGHTER, under the bus for taking the other room when, in reality, him and C were the obvious problem here. I wasn't mad at D in the slightest and it made sense that they took the upstairs room they did because it had a pull out couch for her bf's kids. I didn't care about that. I was pissed at W and C who KNEW I called an upstairs room but decided to take it anyway. And I know this doesn't sound like a big deal, but, for context, this is what always happens to me, I'm guess because I'm single with no kids and am generally just quiet and keep to myself, even when I am upset about shit: what I want or even need is completely shoved aside to appease everyone else, and usually because it doesn't quite fit in with what someone else in the family wants to do. As I said, I usually keep quiet, but I did make it known that I was pissed off and just went to wait on the balcony for everyone to pick their rooms, saying I would just do like I usually did and take what was left over. Of course, I ended up in the basement and was constantly bothered by the kids when I was trying to have any time to myself. But I got over it and moved on.

On top of all this, that portion of the family was just....really hostile to me, my other two brothers, and my parents. For literally no reason. Some specific examples: W and C just basically avoided me the rest of the time, and they made it really awkward and apparent they didn't want to be around me or talk to me, even when I made the effort at civility. C acted like a child most of the time, including walking away from a conversation when my mom mentioned something miniscule about gun control (because that was what got brought up, and not by us btw) to refusing to help us clean up the day we left and basically just not talking to anyone on Friday when we all took the boat out on the lake. T and A got there Wednesday night and brought stuff for smores. That was the night I was sickest with covid and the next day didn't have the energy to go to an amusement park with the rest of them, so me, my parents and brother stayed behind. When they got home, T and W first bitched at my mom for the beer being gone (literally only my dad out of all of us was drinking that week, and he wasn't drinking throughout the day like they seemed to want to accuse him and the rest of us of) and then he and A bitched her more because the chocolate for smores was gone and they supposedly brought that "only for the kids." For reference, I saw only a bar and a half left from the night before that, no one told anyone it was just for the kids, and we were all under the impression that, like the rest of the food, we were all sharing all of it. And, compared to the few packages of full size bars they brought, we in no way pigged out while they were gone like they seemed to think and this really upset my mom for good reason as we literally did nothing wrong. These two were also just generally snotty the whole time over stupid little things like the fact that we didn't want to go to the amusement park for our various reasons, most of which was we were sick or just getting over the worst part of being sick, but I guess that didn't matter.

So finally it was all over and I couldn't be happier to fo tf home. However, I found out after the fact that D had cried the night we got there because she thought I was mad at her for taking one of the upstairs rooms. Of course, no one talked to me about it as it always goes and I felt horrible because I was in no way pissed at her (I texted her and let her know that, too, and explained what actually happened). But what was really telling and just really gross about that whole thing was that W and C were completely okay with not only throwing me under the bus to save their own asses but to also throw D, his DAUGHTER'S, ass under the bus and risk ruining my relationship with her just so they could appear faultless and get their way in this situation. They were okay make ME look like the bitch and asshole when I really wasn't at fault at all in that situation. But of course, that part of the family only got W and C's side of the story. Which is important for this more recent bit that really just cemented my discontent.

Fast forward to December. Every year, we do a little secret Santa gift exchange on Christmas eve in the evening. We discussed it on Thanksgiving with everyone and that's what we all agreed was what we would do this year. We even use a gift exchange app that I put all the info into that they could look at to see the when and what time at any point. Come about two weeks beforehand and T texts our group chat asking what day we were doing it, and that he and A planned to go to her family's party in the afternoon/evening on Christmas eve. I'm sitting with my parents at the time and we're all just kind of like seriously? We had this all planned. So I texted back saying we planned on doing it in the evening on Christmas eve like we always have. His response was a half asses excuse that they thought the fate set on the app was just a placeholder, and that he guessed they would make it by if they made it by. He also tried to guilt us by playing the "we have multiple places to go" card. I could tell my mom was upset about it even if she acted like it was fine. This is what literally all of them do when my parents try to plan a family thing: they treat it as what feels like an afterthought and/or the last stop behind everyone else every time. I know it hurts my mom, I've watched it my whole life since I was little and I had just had enough.

So, me being me, I confronted T about it. I basically said you know this is kind of bs because we've had this planned for a month now but you guys couldn't have worked around what was already planned and instead expect my parents to work around you all like we always have to do. I told him that it was really unfair to my parents and that he was hurting them, not me (as he seemed to think I was mad for ME) by not coming. Well he didn't like that and went off again about needing to go to multiple places--which I do get btw. He then had the audacity to bring up the vacation fiasco, throwing the room thing in my face and calling me selfish and a problem for making a big deal "out of nothing." Remember, he was not there when any of this took place nor did he ever ask me or anyone else about what happened, save for probably W and C. I basically ended the conversation there, telling him to stfu about shit he doesn't know the full story about and I just reiterated again that, by not coming, it's his grandparents he's hurting (who he claimed, BTW, were the only people he would come for at all), not me, and was done with it. To top it off, my dad talked to him the next day about it because they didn't want any hard feelings and to set T straight about what actually happened on vacation. T said he knew he shouldn't have brought that up and said he would text me to apologize. Guess what he didn't do? Unsurprising to me at least.

So I just basically said I wasn't doing the family Christmas shit this year. I literally sat in my room with the dogs and played pokemon. Was that petty? Maybe. But I didn't really want to he around any of them after all the shit they've pulled not only this year but throughout my life. Nobody asked about me while they were there. Nobody came to talk to me or wish me merry Christmas. Nobody cared that I wasn't there for the holiday (save for my parents). My younger nephew was literally the only person to ask me why I wasn't there and show any sign that he noticed when I came down after everyone left. It was just the nail in the coffin of confirming that I'm not wanted or liked when it comes to that sect of the family. They could literally care less if I'm around and it really showed this holiday season. It has made me even more eager to fucking move away from here and maybe never come back.

So, in short, as is probably typical, my family ruined my Christmas for me. I didn't get to enjoy my family like I would hope to because they suck. But maybe it's for the best. Its given me new strength to just do what's best for me and what I'm comfortable with rather than stomaching people's presence that I don't really want to stomach. And I know this is definitely like. First world problems when it comes to family because I know people that have SO MUCH WORSE grievances with family than me but...yeah. it comes down to I'm really just sick of certain members of my family treating not only me but especially my parents like absolute dog shit for NO reason. And no one ever says anything because ether don't want to cause problems. But I guess if no one else will, ill put on the bitch crown they've put on me anyway and stand up for myself and them. I'm just beyond done]

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