#oh noooooo however will I cope

[scribbledquillz]

I am once again invading your inbox with ask memes haha.

Ship Ask Game - The Basics: Rev & Zev- #12 & #18 ☺️ (take all the time you need for this)

Ship Ask Game - The Basics

Oh noooooo Jin in my inbox again? However will I cope? ...No that isn't a welcome mat, also please just ignore the "reserved for Jin" sign on the lounger. *smooches*

Revka and Zevran:

12. Do they have a difficult time when separated from each other, or are they fairly independent?

I would say both Revka and Zevran operate on a similar field when it comes to time separated. They're quite capable of being independent, seeing to their individual matters and going about their day to day needs - but there's always a piece of them that feels as though its missing. They don't HAVE to be around one another at all times, but if either were given their druthers they would be at each other's side far more often than not. There's a lot of hard won trust, respect and reliance between them, and I don't think there's another person for either of them (with perhaps a slight caveat for Revka with Ceral, but certainly not in everything) who's insight and opinions matter more. Not to mention they're absolutely bonkers in love with each other, regardless of how shit they are at saying it lol.

...This of course makes my canon timeline for them rather unfun when they're unwillingly separated for five-ish years because of the chaos of the Mage-Templar war and aren't 100% sure the other is still alive, but that's some angst for another day.

18. How do they care for each other when one of them is wounded/sick?

Revka is very no-nonsense when it comes to illness. The first sign of sniffles means she's pulling out the respiratory draughts minimum, as well as the lemon honey tea and clear broth soups. She'll tolerate Zevran being up and about for the likes of a head cold - and let's be honest, Zev is quite content to let her dote on him for a day or two without much protesting. Anything too much more than that though, and he's barred from leaving their bed. Particularly if it comes with fever. She was the one who cared for her parents through the illness that took them, and she's seen first hand how quickly fever can take a turn for the worst. No games, no messing around - you get into bed and you rest, damn it.

Zevran is not nearly so insistent as Rev when she's ill. He learned very early on in their knowing one another that it's better to let her reach her limit on her own than try to argue with her stubbornness, regardless how hypocritical she might be being. (She's FINE, damn it, she only got dizzy and fell over once)

Once she's accepted reality and is either unwilling or unable to fight him on it any more, she's put into bed and stays there. Zevran is likely to join her as well, equal parts wanting to make certain she doesn't try to push herself too much as well as liking the excuse of taking some time to lounge in bed together. When she finally sleeps he'll slip away, and by the time she's awake again there's sets of vials from her brother waiting on the bedside table along with a pitcher of cold water, tea and something gentle on her stomach to eat that he's found on offer at the tavern. Much as Zev enjoys cooking, he tends to be heavy handed with the spices, and that doesn't bode well for a sick stomach.

#dragon age #zevran arainai #revka tabris #zevka #ship meme #just realizing now the second question mentioned wounded as well #which is different for both of them depending on how sever it is initially #but after the 'oh god oh god dont bleed out jesus' phase its much the same as above lol

[lightblueminecraftorchid]

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#Ok so #my mental health hasn’t been stellar lately #I think a lot of the stresses of the last couple weeks are catching up to me #but u know what #I’m making progress #bc now #instead of panicking Bc my violent intrusive thoughts are coming back #like I was yesterday #I nicknamed them edgelord. Insulted them when they showed up. And now I’m p ambivalent to them #oh Look it’s edgelord what are you gonna do #play the same scene you’ve played for the past 48 hours? #oh noooooo however will I cope #you’re exactly as scary as a corn chip #Ok maybe as scary as a wasabi pea #unpleasant. Don’t wanna eat one. Dreading the experience #but when I eat it I can handle the heat and come out fine #and the pain fades quickly #thank u Lord for this progress

[silentxxsoul]

5B Reaction dump (I have no witty title here I’m fucking exhausted from the last three days):

First, I have to word vomit more thoughts from my last post because I’m feeling some way about the promo.

I know from the promo that Buck and Lucy kiss and like, if it’s not a cheating storyline I’m fine with it. He’s spiraling in his own way, so I can see him reverting to sex/intimacy as a coping mechanism. Plus I think Lucy had the potential to be a fun character, and honestly with the loss of Maddie and Chimney, and Eddie moving to the new job (and considering Oliver talked about the character struggling with the change in an interview a while ago) he’s going to need a fresh ear to be a sounding board. They really could have a fun duo of being competitive and one-upping each other, and if there’s friends with benefits that lead to deeper convos and self discovery I’m all here for it.

HOWEVER I refuse to believe that Buck, with all the character growth we’ve seen, would go out for drinks with the team and make out with a coworker in the bar, with everyone around. While having a girlfriend. Clearly Hen knows something’s up by her looks in the car, so it wasn’t discreet. The character assassination for the sake of plot is always gong to be a hard no from me. Not only is it OOC, but cheating storylines are fucking awful and goes against what Buck is about. The kid didn’t even move on from Abby for MONTHS despite it being clear they were over and her telling him not to wait for her. I really, really hope BT had a breakup before this, and that this isn’t the “wrench”. There’s just so many ways to convey the spiral and self sabotage (and clearly the writers/SR read the fan fics so pick something from there, Tim) and I’m holding on to my last vestiges of hope that this isn’t a cheating arc.

Let him hit rock bottom, in fact I want that because I want him and Eddie to finally confront the compounding traumas, both individually and together. Because they’re so interwoven as friends (and my hopeless dream of Buddie) and they deserve to work through this.

Just not like that. I hated it with Hen and I still hate it now.

So, I’m suspending disbelief until the episode airs and the rest of this dumpster fire will be reaction to the actual episode.

(I'm not fine)

Seeing them back on screen ahhhhhhh ♥♥♥

Uh, hows the dude fucking alive? I'm dead seeing that

Bobby is so done with him and it's been two minutes lmao

Harry!!! Domestic Bathena!!! Give me all the fam scenes!!!

Bobby a gossip? Noooooo /s

YOU CANT COME OUT WITH SHIRTLESS EDDIE LIKE THAT I NEED TIME TO PREPARE

AND YOU CANT FOLLOW UP WITH THE CUTENESS OVERLOAD OF HIM AND CHRIS AT BREAKFAST

He's experimenting with cooking ? ? ? WITHOUT BUCK ?? Uh oh.

Also, the convos with May and Josh and Linda my heart ahhhhh

They're feeding us with this montage, even though we are watching the slow spiral I'm loving it. L O V I N G

Chris roasting Eddie marks my first bingo box and it's been five minutes lmao

"You need to move on, I have." My fucking soul. Oh my god, my soul hurts.

Even though I know what's coming next this sequence is giving me mad anxiety. I'm talking acid reflux and all. On the bright side I'm glad they're going back to the action rescues.

ooh, Eddie going into combat mode I'm digging this. You could literally see the flip switch in him, going from exhausted to 'in the zone'.

It's almost like a Buck v Eddie argument over who lives and who dies based on Eddies parents and the kids. Just spit balling here...

Yea, hella reckless yikes. She legit could have got them killed before he was even in the bed of the pickup.

You know, I didn't anticipate this Josh convo. Like, you weren't that upset by Claudette being an absolute bitch to May and doing the same thing?? Wtf dude.

Buck keeps checking her out, so I think I'm safe in my cheating arc assumption. Barf.

Eddie, bby don't withdraw

this is stuff straight out of fanfic but I'm still losing it :( Eddie needs a hug

I feel for Hen so much yall I can't wait for Maddie and Chim get back.

Babes I'm not ready to move on

I'm living for the Bathena scenes tho

See, I see him trying to back out and can't figure out how we got from A to B.

Yep. Fucking hate it.

Literally dozens of other options and instead we went here.

I guess the ride home with Hen makes sense because he's gonna need hella guidance here. She's going to tell him to come clean, he's going to keep it a secret. It's all gonna blow up terribly.

(also we probs know the reason for the MW twitter fiasco...)

AND THEN YOU KISSED BACK DUMB ASS

THANK YOU HEN

Wait Hen, no. You were supposed to be the voice of reason!!! DID YOU LEARN NOTHING?!

Honesty is the best policy, then cut to Eddie hiding his issues. Babes your tired, go to bed.

High key glad for the Chris convo though omgggggg

Oh its for sure the hoarder fella.

He's got the baggy eyes more prominently, but look at that hair

Wait he wants back, so Bobby's going to mandate therapy and boom breakdown era

This is really going to parallel the Lawsuit era huh

Ohhh fuck dude EDDIE NO

Taylor, I'm gonna throw up for him

Not the ILY before the 'intentionally hurt'. JFC dude she's really going to half ass move in, Maddie shows up in S3 and he leaves for the breakdown and then TK finds out the truth. Christ alive this is bad.

Bruh you can't even say love without tripping over it.

I hope you enjoy working with the chick you locked lips with Buck, it's going to be hella awkward.

Hen's face is MY face. What a cluster fuck.

#911 fox #911 fox spoilers #reaction dump #aka dumpster fire of words

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

owo owo can I request a scenario of Miss Raven getting distracted and describing (in full detail) Rook and Jade’s abs... (｡･ ω<)ゞ

WOW, I HATE IT HERE.

Censoring most of this piece under a cut, not that there is anything problematic in terms of content, but because I am genuinely embarrassed that I wrote this.

“Oh~ If it isn’t Raven Crowley-san!”

She glanced over her shoulder, finding a pale-faced boy floating above the musty rug of the library. His flaming hair cast him in an eerie cobalt glow, though his eyes were just as bright as any star.

“What are you researching today?” Ortho asked excitedly, circling her.

“Ah, it’s...” Raven hugged her notebook to her chest, obscuring the pages she had written on from view. “Just some...anatomy notes.”

“Anatomy, the study of bodily structures?” Ortho’s face lit up. “Ooh...!! Because Raven Crowley-san is not human, correct? Hehe, how cool! Learning about your new form must be fun. I know I always do when Nii-san updates my systems or builds a new body to test.”

“Er, something like that, yes...although in my case, it is more like I am studying it in hopes of coping with my own frustrations.” Raven pursed her lips, slowly prying the notebook away. She held it out, offering it to the little robot.

“Eh?”

“Perhaps you can understand my plight, seeing as you are not human yourself. Answer me this, Ortho-san...” Raven jabbed a finger at her book. “Why do humans at this institution have such...such defined musculature?!”

“Eeeeeeeeh?!”

Ortho stared at two full pages littered with detailed notes and diagrams. The margins were decorated with crude doodles of a worm-like creature and a stick figure in a feathered hat.

The abdominal muscles support the trunk to allow for movement and regulate internal abdominal pressure. The deep abdominals contribute to the core muscles, which keep the body stable and balanced while also protecting the spine.

Human media seems to romanticize and glorify abdominal muscles, but not for any practical purpose. The focus seems to be on how taut they are...however, the preferred terms seem to be “rock hard”, “washboard abs”, and “glass cutting”.  Would the word “firm” not suffice?

Well-defined abdominal muscles are referred to as a six-pack, which is, coincidentally, also a human term for a collection of six cans of a beverage...

“Why do human beings even have these?!” Raven crowed, despair and anguish dripping from her tone. “It’s not fair that they have prominent abdominal muscles!! It’s not as though they need them for support when flying...! I-It is absolutely ridiculous. Even birds that are able to fly for hundreds of days without rest don’t parade around displaying those...those things!!”

[Subject is in a state of emotional distress.

Probable Cause: Cognitive dissonance.

Proceed with caution.]

“Doesn’t it frustrate you too, Ortho-san?! When humans have no need for them?!”

“Eeeeeeeeh?! B-But Raven Crowley-san...humans are in need of abdominal muscles. You even acknowledge this in your own notes.”

“Yes, well!! There is no need for them to be so well-defined!” She huffed, slamming her notebook shut. “I can manage perfectly fine without having them be so...in-your-face!”

“According to my databases, this is due to a difference in conditioning. Individuals that engage in heightened levels of certain physical activities are able to develop peak abdominal musculature,” Ortho recited. “For example, seasoned athletes such as Rook Hunt-san--”

“NOOOOOO, DO NOT SAY IT!! I REFUSE TO PERCEIVE!!” 

“Shhh.”

A single, harsh hiss rang out in the archives, silencing her. Poking his head out from between two rows of shelving was a familiar eel, a finger pressed to his lips. The raven’s heart leapt up and lodged in her throat.

“Oh...! Jade Leech-san!”

“Good evening.” He wore his usual pleasant smile, but the glint in his eyes was wholly malicious. “You two must remember to remain quiet in the library. Really, Miss  Raven. Surely you know to set a better example for the youth.”

“As though you are any better of a role model...!!” she retorted.

“My, such a hard tone. Whatever has you so riled up?” Jade’s lips curled into a mirthful smirk. “Is human anatomy that difficult for you to perceive? Perhaps you should study a bit more.”

Eavesdropping. He was definitely, eavesdropping, she realized, flushing a bright pink.

“I...I must go. I think I hear Uncle calling...!!”

“Are you certain, Raven Crowley-san? My audio-sensory simulating components do not sense any--”

“YES, I AM CERTAIN, ORTHO.”

Another excuse, one Jade was all too familiar with.

“Fufufu. Then run off, Miss Raven. I’m sure that scurrying away will help you develop those muscles you seem to be so keen on obsessing over.”

“I--” She willed herself to snap her mouth shut, to not feed the Leech any more information. Instead, she jerked her head to Ortho and forced a smile.“...Have a good night. Thank you for listening to my troubles.”

The raven gathered up her notebook and swept away with a curt wave.

What an abs-olutely terrifying experience that had been.

#twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #Raven Crowley #Jade Leech #Ortho Shroud #Jade Leech thirst

[thetypedwriter]

Imaginary Friend Book Review

Imaginary Friend by Stephen Chbosky Book Review 

This is undoubtedly the weirdest book I have ever read. 

You might be thinking… but, thetypedwriter you read fanfiction! This can’t be the weirdest thing you’ve ever read! Things like ABO universes exist!

You would think that, wouldn’t you?

But no. 

I shall endeavor to give you a spoiler free synopsis of the book first followed by my thoughts and criticism, but note that this is an endeavor for a reason. I have now explained this novel in depth to two different people, and both times I have found myself completely and irrevocably stuck on how to even begin, let alone end. 

With that forewarning, here we go. 

The novel surrounds a single mother and her young son moving to a small Pennsylvania town in order to escape the tragedies of their past that include the passing of her husband and her current abusive boyfriend. 

However, while things in their new home start out well-they find solutions to unemployment, poverty, the son’s dyslexia, etc, things start to go awry when Christopher, the son, is lured into the Mission Street Woods at the edge of town by a voice only he seems to be able to hear. 

As Christopher continues to listen to the voice in the form of a cloud, or a plastic bag, or even inside of his mind, he starts recruiting his friends to build a treehouse in the woods that will transport him to a different time and place. The voice, lovingly called the Nice Man, instructs him to finish the tree house by Christmas Day. 

Or else everyone will die. 

As Christopher struggles with newfound powers and responsibilities, coping with two different worlds, his mother struggles with her son’s sanity, the town struggles with anger, blame, and temptation, and what follows is the chaotic descent of a small town into the throes of good versus evil, love and loss, and most importantly, trying to differentiate what is real versus what is imaginary. 

In the simplest terms possible (a facetious statement if there ever was one), I thought this was going to be a thriller mystery book about a single mother and her young seven-year-old son Christopher leaving their home and her abhorrent abusive boyfriend in order to start a new life with hope and potential. 

And it….is? 

But it doesn’t stop there. Chbosky crams so many genres, themes, motifs, and messages into this book that when you think about it, it’s unsurprising that it’s over 700 pages long with the tiniest, most miniscule font I have ever had to squint at. 

However, make no mistakes like I did, this book is horror. 

Yup. You read that right folks, horror. 

To preface, and I might have mentioned this in another post for another book at some point, but I vehemently dislike horror of any kind. This extends to books, movies, shows, etc. 

I understand that horror is a great joy and pleasure for a vast amount of people and that it contains its own literary merit, tropes, and rules, and I can appreciate that for what it is from afar, but I personally take very little enjoyment from consuming anything horror related (I apologize to all the Stephen King fans out there in the world). 

I did not fully realize the extent to which this book was a true horror. 

This is entirely my own fault. I was very much blinded by the rosy colored glasses from college when I first read The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Chbosky’s first and only other novel. 

Perks is wonderful. It is a tragic, yet fundamentally hopeful and loving bildungsroman that shows the beauty and the pain of growing up and accepting yourself. The movie with Emma Watson is what dreams are made of. 

I committed author fraud when I picked up Imaginary Friend based on the pure speculation that I would most likely like it since he had written Perks, a book I adored as both a reader and a teacher. 

I’ve warned readers against this in the past, but it seems like I should have taken my own advice: just because an author has written one good book or one book you like, does not automatically mean you will like their second book, or any of their other books for that matter. 

This cannot possibly ring more true for Stephen Chbosky, as not only are his two books completely different in narrative and structure, but also vastly different in genre and purpose. 

I should have stuck with my gut and realized that I probably wouldn’t like this book based off the synopsis, the genre, and yes, even the cover (it looks scary to me, okay?), but I said noooooo, it’s Chbosky, you have to read it!

And this is where we ended up. 

First of all, I didn’t hate the book. 

I can recognize that it is extremely well written, well crafted, and well developed. I can enjoy a slew of characters, and oh boy are there a multitude to pick from, and I can give credit where credit is due. 

Chbosky is a talented writer. There is no doubt in my mind about this. The way he crafts words, the way he plays with texture and space, and with fonts and sizes, is nothing less of sheer brilliance. 

He undoubtedly is also masterful at motifs, foreshadowing, and symbolism. Notably, there were so many recurring objects, colors, metaphors, and so on that were sprinkled out so consecutively and intentionally throughout the novel-some I didn’t even pick up until the end-that I was left reeling from how immensely talented and brilliant he is. 

Things like his use of baby teeth, blue moon, and fogs/clouds/mist struck me in particular. I know this seems like gibberish, but Chbosky truly came across as understanding what he wanted to portray and how he wanted to deliver it. 

However, the biggest compliment I can give to Chbosky is the sheer magnitude of his imagination and creativity. This book almost overwhelmed me through the use of ideas and concepts I had never really thought of before. 

Alternate dimensions? Check. 

Supernatural powers? Check. 

Incredible use of diction and figurative language? Check and check. 

Chbosky had so many wild and tantalizing beautiful turns of phrases, expressions, and descriptions that it left me with the same sort of gasping epiphany that Maggie Steifvater’s writing always leaves me with, the feelings that writing can be so utterly beautiful and compelling, that it can be all-consuming as well as never ending with its potential to stun, to create, and to warp to unique needs and purposes. 

It definitely was a reading experience quite like any other I’ve had. 

Be that because of the horror genre or because of Chbosky’s odd, yet addicting writing style and this has definitely become a book that left me more than a bit dumbfounded. Although I’ve sung its praises and admitted to my own faults at this point, this book isn’t without flaws. 

To me the horror genre itself is just not my cup of tea like I’ve stated. Strike number one. 

Second, the book was...abysmally long. Atrociously long. As I’ve also said before, I do not mind large books. In fact, big books when you’re reading something you love is a true blessing. Finding that fanfiction at 3am that hooks you immediately and you look up to see its 300k? Amazing. 

Starting a new book series that you fall in love with body and soul and realize you have several installments left in the series to gorge and devour? Ecstasy. 

Sloughing through a single book that starts to drag on and on repetitiously for what seems like forever? Borderline hell. 

This book could have been 300 pages shorter and still contained everything Chbosky wanted to accomplish. It could have had the same brilliant writing, messages, and motifs, but without all of the never-ending back and forth between worlds and battles that just kept popping up time and time again. The abominable length considering its content is strike two. 

Last, the ending was a bit of a cluster. At this point in the novel, so much is going on, you are being exposed to so many pov’s that it’s almost stress-inducing, and events taking place are cataclysmic and 10/10 on drama. Chbosky bit off more than he could chew here. 

The book choked itself at the end, which, after reading for 700 pages is not the feeling you want to have. The ending left me befuddled, disappointed, and also bereft of a conclusive end and explanation for the shitstorm that had just rained down. It was not the ending I wanted, could understand, or could even really grasp. Strike three. 

This book has a plethora of merits followed by three enormous criticisms. If you like horror, then you’ve already crossed hurdle number one. If you can accept it’s repellant length (let alone have days upon days of free time to actually ingest said behemoth) then that’s hurdle number two. 

Hurdle three is up to you. Perhaps you would like the ending where as I found it lacking in structure, content, and answers. I like my endings tied up with neat little bows. I don’t like to be left thinking...hmmmm what does this mean? 

If I am going to read your massive book, I deserve an ending that satisfies the journey. Authors telling readers that it’s up for interpretation makes me want to strangle something. It comes across as enormously pretentious to me and oftentimes lazy. 

In the case of Chbosky, I think he had given himself so many loose threads that the neat little bow I desired was next to impossible. 

So he didn’t even try. 

Score: 6/10

Recommendation: If you love The Shining, are lacking bouts of creativity and imagination, have lots of free time during Quarantine, and don’t mind having an Inception-esque ending where you might not get all the answers you want, while being tasked with concocting it for yourself, Imaginary Friend might be your new best friend. 

Bonus: Here’s a pic of my kitty photo bombing this book shoot. Hope she brightens your day!

#imaginary friend #stephen chbosky #perks of being a wallflower #horror #horror book #stephen king #the shining #literature #books #book blog #book review #book rec #Book Recommendations #book reflection #book analysis #popular fiction #top books #booklover #book

[mycptsdstory]

So, to elaborate on the Love Bombing; my ex best friend who I talked about in the previous posts, when she lied to my face when I didn’t offend anyone. Saying THREE TIMES, twice in her discord that everyone could see and the third in private messaged me; is the girl I’m gonna talk about Love Bombing and why my mental health on people not messaging me back has gone down the shitter.

Before I say this, it’s not just me she did this too, she did this with EVERYONE! Even the people she worked with as content creators. Now I know she has bad mental health too, not gonna go into detail about it too much. Trying to be vague about it as much as I can; her family caused her mental health and I know she has some deep deep deep Trauma Bonding Issues with her family, especially her dad.

So, let’s get into the Love Bombing of my ex best friend.

She would leave discord servers to, take a break from her mental health and take a break in general. I don’t mind that. She did this so often that no one really questioned her. Then when she came back, it was all filled with love, sending people gifts and so on. It was pretty intense and I couldn’t cope with it, it was TOO much love that it was overbearing. Sometimes I had to take a step back because I couldn’t handle the intense compliments, the showering of gifts and her explosiveness of love. It’s not just “oh you look pretty” it was “omg youre so pretty! I wish I was pretty as you. Omg youre so good with makeup, youre so gorgeous, you’re so kind” and on and on and on. Like I said, it was intense.

However, the minute she kinda just left and ignored me for months, I would feel guilty that I wasn’t a good friend and I needed to be more kind. Then she came back telling me “youre such a wonderful person. I love you so much! You’re like a sister I never had. Not like my family who did…” and basically Trauma Dumping me with her problems. It’s like she didn’t understand boundaries and she didn’t know when is the good time, not to talk about certain shit she was dealing with. Like she had NO self aware of what she was doing. I get it she had a bad life, but please, don’t do this. It’s uncomfortable when people do this.

She would even leave the content community gamers (I can’t say their brand, I know they get paid on YouTube) and just leave and saying “I’m gonna miss you guys. You guys are the best. I love you all so much, you’re my family” and just really uncomfortable over loving when she left.

[Side note and side rant/vent; she could leave servers and no one bats an eyelid. THE MINUTE I LEFT? Oh no, I’m bad. Fuck off. Especially when my bf couldn’t handle the drama in her server with her friends, he left on his own accord. Oh no! He’s also the bad guy because he left. Fuck off. The more she caused drama and her friends (aka followers) tried and I mean fucking tried to get me to snap, the more I wanted nothing to do with it. I walked away and I know they hate that. Oh well, not my fucking problem. Again, fuck off with that bull shit. Me and my bf got fed up and left their bs. But noooooo we are the bad guys for leaving the fucking server. She can fuck right off with that bull shit.]

Again, when she came back it to the content creators, she was just filled with love. Looking back, it was toxic. I don’t have to prove my love to you, when you left. Fuck off. I will love anyone unconditionally, but the minute you Love Bomb me, I’m leaving. I’m done.

She would think if I didn’t give her the attention, she needed, I’m the bad friend. Fuck off. When I didn’t see her post, when I didn’t see the thing she tagged me in straight away; I’m the bad friend. Fuck off. When I didn’t see her message straight away and I didn’t respond straight away; I’m the bad friend. Fuck off.

Like I said, she had no personal boundaries and no self awareness on what she’s actually doing.

Omg everything has to be SJW (social justice warriors) bs but only pick and choose who’s the more popular opinion. Fuck off. Like with Johnny Depp, oh she didn’t like how he ‘retaliated’ back to Amber so Johnny is the bad guy and women are ‘never’ abusive. Fuck off. How when the tea channels all agree with something, you have to agree with them. Fuck off. When ‘I’ should agree that ALL Republicans are the bad guys and everyone should be put in a box. Again, fuck off. Not everyone is the same, everyone is different. Omg if I had a different opinion of hers she would get ‘triggered’. She and her ‘friends’ can suck my cunt. Ugh…. I hate those types of people. So immature.

How about this, instead of calling yourself a SJW, just be a decent human fucking being. It’s not e=mc2 for fucks sake. God, the SJWs need a participation trophy to fight for basic human rights… ugh. I hate people.

She and along with her friends would complicate sentences to make themselves feel and look smart. I just see a dumb ass tbh. Here’s the thing, even my bf said this “any idiot can make anything complicated. A genius can make something complicated into something simple”. I agree, they would try to use the (as I call it) “the gaslight dumb logic” to make them feel smart, but the minute you question on what they are saying and trying to understand on what they are actually saying ; they have a 5 year old tantrum. Really pathetic tbh. That’s toxic btw. You are not smart, nor you are clever to do that bull shit. It’s pathetic.

I still got the messages she sent to me when she deleted her old discord account because again, she caused drama… I wonder fucking why 🙄

I’m honestly glad she’s out of my life. Now I can focus on not being such a cry baby bitch when someone doesn’t reply straight away. I know she caused that, it brought me back when I was living with my family. My mental health got that bad at one point.

Don’t get me wrong, I used to love bomb people when I was teen, but I’ve learned from that. I haven’t done that since I was in my teens. I’ve grown up, matured since then. People who love bomb are so fucking immature adult babies. I’m done with people like that.

If want me to go into detail and explain what Love Bombing is in psychologically terms and put it into basics so you can understand; I’m happy to do that.

EDIT: This girl is in her mid 30s or late 30s but she’s acting like a teen. When I found out she was (I think, don’t quote me on this) 36? I was shocked. She acted like she was in her 20s or younger. Don’t get me wrong, even me at 29 I have my immature moments and I act like a kid sometimes, but this was different. It’s like she didn’t know how to act certain times and I have plenty of friends who are a lot older than me and we all act immature sometimes. I just can’t put my finger on it, it’s like she didn’t want to be an adult, or like she didn’t want people to know she’s older than she is.

Yeahh we can all act immature and have a stupid humour like laughing at farts or making silly faces, singing with our brushes or get drunk and act like we can do anything (as long you’re not doing anything illegal). Nothing wrong in that, me and friends still do that. Or even playing games and we piss each other off so we kill each other. Again, nothing wrong in that.

I can’t explain it, it’s hard to explain on the way she acts. Like she when she didn’t get her own way, she attacked my bf because she couldn’t get to me because I blocked her. When she couldn’t get my bf because he blocked her, so she attacked my friends. This screams immaturity and only teens and children do this when they can’t get their own way. It’s pretty pathetic tbh. I don’t know, it’s hard to explain.

EDIT: I can do another post on Trauma Dumping in psychological terms and put it simple so you guys can understand. I can do that, been thinking of doing that for some time.

#cptsdhealing #living with cptsd #cptsd problems #cptsd thoughts #just cptsd things #actually cptsd #cptsd tag #tw cptsd #actually ptsd #cptsd vent #love bombing #love bomb #sjw idiocy #sjw cringe #ex best friend #ex bestie

[lovemesomesurveys]

1. How has covid affected you? Fortunately, so far neither myself nor anyone close to me has had it. My parents have been able to keep their jobs. My brother was out of work briefly when his job closed, but thankfully he was able to get another job a few months later with the same company. I’m able to stay home with the exception of my once a month doctor appointment, so I’ve been able to quarantine. I am very thankful we haven’t been affected terribly. However, it certainly has caused a lot of stress and anxiety to say the least. It makes scared. And sad. Everyday I’m afraid to read the news. I worry a lot about my family who like I said has been working this whole time during this, so they’re out there around other people all the time. I worry about people not taking the necessary precautions and not taking it seriously. I know people are tired of it so they’re started loosening up. I’m afraid there’s no end in sight to this anytime soon. :/ It’s also made me even more of a homebody than I already was since like I said I only ever leave the house once a month for a doctor appointment. Which, by the way, makes me very anxious. I’ve been in this house for most of this year, afraid to go anywhere or do anything. I don’t when I’ll feel safe to do anything.  2. What is a comfort show of yours ? Probably shows like The Golden Girls, Roseanne, The Gilmore Girls, Full House, Boy Meets World...stuff that makes me feel nostalgic.  3. Are you open about your past or do you not let anyone in? I’m pretty open in these surveys that’s for sure. I’m more closed off in person. 4. Favourite fast food joint? It changes. Lately, I’ve been into chicken tenders, fries, and cheesecake from Carl’s Jr. 5. Do you think we were put on this earth for a reason? Yes.

6. What is something you have done this year you’re proud of? Nothing. 7. Do u ever feel like surveys are usually the same questions? Too many of the same basic questions like about your relationship status and exes and who you last kissed.  8. What were you doing 10 years ago? Wow, I was 21 years old. I was attending community college. I had friends and a social life. I wasn’t without some of my health issues, but it wasn’t like it is now that’s for sure. 9. Do you call out Karen’s when they’re harassing a cashier? No. 10. Animal crossing , yay or nay? Yay. I love New Horizons. It’s the only Animal Crossing game I’ve played, but I’ve been enjoying it since I started playing back in like April. 11. Why do you like to do surveys? They’re like my diary entries. I’m able to express how I’m feeling and vent and ramble when needed. There’s questions that prompt and allow me to get stuff off my chest. They give me something to do, something to distract myself with, stuff to think about. And like diaries, I’m able to look back and see how things have changed and what was going on at different times.  12. Did you ever have a MySpace ? Yep. I was super into Myspace back in the day. It’s crazy how one day everyone seemed to just leave and migrate over to Facebook and that ended up becoming the popular thing and Myspace and was seen as lame.  13. Do you think breaks are toxic in a relationship? I wouldn’t say they’re toxic.  14. Do you have a YouTube channel? If no , would you create one? If yes what’s your content? I have an account, but that’s so I can subscribe, favorite, add videos to be watched later, and comment if I feel the need to do so. I’m not a YouTube creator. 15. Are you a math person? Nooo. 16. What’s the worse thing someone has said to you? Hm. 17. Have you ever befriended someone because you felt bad? No. 18. Would you ever date someone online? No. 19. Have you been ghosted before? Would you ghost someone? Yes, I have. And I’ve ghosted. :/ 20. When do you think things will be normal again? I don’t know. :/ I mean, I don’t think things will ever be exactly how they were pre-covid. Things are and will be different, we’ll have a new normal going forward. I just pray for the day we have it under control and better managed and it’s not this major threat and looming fear over us. That we’ll be able to go out and not have a high chance of catching something potentially life threatening or deadly. We’ll always be mindful of it and I think we should keep our precautions in place as our new normal, but things will be safer and not as strict. 21. Do you watch anime? No. 22. Biggest goal you wanna reach before 2020 is over ? Just get through it. 23. How old did/do you turn this year ? I turned 31. 24. Do you like tiktok? Yeah. I end up spending a lot of time on there.  25. Do you ever miss vine? I went on Vine and there are the classic funny vines that people still remember, but I’m honestly into TikTok a lot more. I spend more time on there and there’s people I follow who I’ve really taken an interest in and keep up with. There’s the funny side of TikTok and people tend to just think of the dance trends on there, but honestly there’s a really wholesome side to it that I really enjoy as well. 26. How are you doing, seriously? ”Do you have the time to listen to me whine about nothing and everything all at once? I am one of those melodramatic fools, neurotic to the bone, no doubt about it.” 27. Is there someone you want to talk to but you know you can’t? Not at the moment. 28. Do you make jokes to cope with your problems? Yeah.  29. Have you ever had someone call you their best friend but you didn’t even consider them a close friend? Yes.  30. Have you ever dealt with a pathological liar? No, I don’t think so. 31. Long or short surveys? Long. 32. If ur in school , are you doing it on zoom or in class? I’m glad I’m done with school and don’t have to do the zoom thing.  33. Would you ever have a pet rat? Noooooo. 34. Favourite memory with your best friend? I have countless favorite memories. 35. Favourite type of content to watch on YouTube? ASMR, vloggers, lifestyle. 36. Are you allergic to anything serious? Nothing serious, no. I am allergic to tangerines, but it’s not life threatening. 37. Dream job? I don’t have one. :/

38. Do you think dreams mean anything? Sometimes. 39. Fav clothing brand? Is Hot Topic and Boxlunch a brand cause I get majority of my graphic tees from them. Oh, I also love Adidas. 40. Do you miss anyone? My loved ones who have passed away.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

[nitewrighter]

Dragonback (Pt. 1)

Kid Continuity. Taking place about a year and a half after “Breach”

After losing her dragon, Rei decides to give civilian life a try---with some strings pulled by D.Va, this has ended up with an internship-turned-stuntwork for HALfred Glitchbot on his reboot of the popular sentai show, “Midori Rider.” But is Overwatch that easy to leave behind?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

---

“Foolish human! You think you can stand against me!?” the rubber antennae on Iron Kaijin’s helm wobbled a little as he threw his head back in a villainous laugh.

“I’ve come to put a stop to your evil!” declared Yoshimi, striking a pose before making a diagonal waving motion with her arms. “HENNNNNSHIN!”

“And cut,” Glitchbot motioned from the director’s chair, “Switch to camera two--Stunt, to your mark.” 

Rei felt her own breath bouncing back onto her face from the interior of her helmet as the lead actress did an awkward half-jog out of the shot, gave Rei a small high-five as she ran out, and Rei hurried out to the mark surrounded by the Iron Kaijin’s henchmen and assumed that same diagonal arm position.

“Okay, kid, just like in rehearsal, remember the choreography. Take four in three, two, one--Action,” said Glitchbot.

“Midori Rider!?” Iron Kaijin staggered back in shock.

“That’s right!” Rei struck a pose, “Ready to surrender!?” Rei knew her voice would be edited out and replaced with Yoshimi’s in post-production--too rhotic, too clunky, Glitchbot had said, but they still needed to time the dialogue right.

“Never! All shall know of the crushing defeat of Midori Rider at the hands of me! Iron Kaijin! Attack!”

Rei felt Glitchbot’s eyes on her as the first henchman actor swung a halbred at her and she dodged into a series of backhand springs, more rubber halberds swinging at her just before and behind her springs. She spiraled on the last spring, going into a spinning handstand and praying the costume wouldn’t rip as she kicked two actors who threw themselves back at the contact of her feet.

  Not too hard, she had to remind herself every time her foot or fist made contact with another actor, Not too hard. It had to look like a fight, but she had to think of it as a dance, moving from mark to mark, dodge this halberd, stumble back from that halberd, to your mark in three, two, one--- She sidestepped to a taped ‘x’ on the ground and crossed her arms in front of herself and shouted, “Lightning Staff!”

 The actors leapt away from her and sparks flew out from the ground on either side of her as she made the signature diagonal arm movement, and Glitchbot said, “Good, end take on camera two, cut to camera one again,” as a bright blue and yellow staff was tossed to Rei from out of the shot. She broke two in rehearsal. She knew the props department kind of hated her. The fight went faster with the staff--she had to focus not only on not breaking her staff, but not breaking the halberds of any of the henchman actors---except that actor with the breakaway halberd, but choreography had him breaking it pretty much on his own with the lightest touch of her staff.

 She wondered how much her uncle would scoff at the unnecessary flourishes and staff spins--he’d always chided her for using too much energy too fast in a fight... she wondered if watching her fight like this made him even more gray. She smiled a little under the mask as she ducked under a halberd and swiped the legs of an actor with her staff, making him throw himself onto his back.

“Impossible!” Iron Kaijin shouted, “No Rider before you could master the staff so quickly!”

“Camera two again--close up,” said  Glitchbot.

“Ha!” Rei spun the staff for a flourish before planting it on the ground triumphantly in front of her, “Reconsidering that surrender?”

“Never!” shouted Iron Kaijin. He made his own flourishing gesture, “You will pay for your insolence!” He threw his arms out on either side of him “Iron Firestorm!” 

“Yeeeaaaaagh!” Rei threw herself back and tumbled across the floor at... nothing.The dozens of flaming swords of light would be added in in post-production.

“Attack her now! She’s vulnerable!” Iron Kaijin ordered his henchmen and Rei was set on by half a dozen rubber halberds jabbing at her. Rei took the brief second she was on her back to try and focus. This was the part in rehearsal where she broke the staff--she couldn’t screw it up this time.

“Switch to camera three,” said Glitchbot, “Special effects in three, two,---”

“Lightniiiiing Tornadoooooo!” Rei shouted and sparks fired up from the floor as the actors threw themselves back from her. She was spinning the staff as she kicked up from her back to her feet.

“Fools! Imbeciles!” cried Iron Kaijin as Rei smacked one actor back with the staff while kicking another, “I have to do everything myself! Iron Inferno!” 

“Tech on 2,” said Glitchbot as several plumes of flame shout out of the floor. Rei did several flips as they fired up not particularly close to her. The flaming swords, again, would be added in post-production, “Close up--big finish.” 

“What?! No one has dodged my Iron Inferno!” said Iron Kaijin, staggering back.

“No one but Midori Rider!” Rei landed and spun the staff over her head in a similar diagonal movement to the one she was making with her arms earlier. “Midori Storm Kick!” She leapt into the air and collided hard with the actor. The rubber of his costume absorbed a lot of the impact but she could hear the hollow sucking sound of the wind being knocked out of her coworker. And she had been doing so well not hitting everyone else too hard. He fell back flat on his back and Glitchbot shouted “Cut! Great going, team! I think that’s the one!”

Iron Kaijin was groaning on the ground and Rei held a hand out to him. “Uh--hey, sorry. Got a little too into it at the end there.”

He took her hand and staggered to his feet, “It’s fine. Part of the job,” there was a chuckle in his voice, He looked over at the directer, “I was supposed to get that dramatic ‘Noooooo’ in there, though, should we re-shoot that last kick from camera 3 or--”

“Well no one can see your mouth in the mask--We can add it when we’re dubbing for Yoshimi,” said Glitchbot, “Speaking of which---Yoshimi, we’re going to need some re-shoots for the last classroom scene but Tech and Stunts--that’s a wrap for the season. Good job, people!” He clapped and a swell of cheering rose up from the group of henchmen actors. Rei clapped a little as well. Her stomach growled and she pulled off her Midori Rider helmet and shook out her hair from its wig cap. She wondered what craft services had today.

“Hey! Didn’t break the staff this time!” one of the hench actors clapped her on the shoulder.

“Ha-ha,” Rei said flatly, “And hey! Your staff broke at the right time!”

“Oh that’s cold--Hey, stunts and tech are having a little get-together tonight, you in?”

Rei laughed a little, “Yeah, that sounds--” something caught the corner of her eye in the dim lighting of the studio and she saw a narrow figure topped with red hair and her sentence dropped off.

“Rei?” the henchman said, and she blinked a couple of times and remembered she was still talking to someone.

“Sorry,” said Rei, “I uh--I’m just going to... uh...” Rei trailed off again as she walked off.

“Okay then?” the actor called after her as Rei pushed through the crowd of exiting actors and set staff to see Aedan. He was dressed in his usual skinny jeans, a blue-gray blazer and a white shirt that featured a crudely drawn frog-like creature with alien-like eyes on stalks captioned with the words, “Hi How Are You.” There was a small bouquet of peach-colored ranunculi in one of his hands. He had a ‘guest’ tag on. He needed a haircut. 

“Hey!” he gave a small wave, “I caught the tail end of that! You were---”

She hugged him tightly and there was a second or two where the sudden physical contact of her left him stunned until he managed to get it together and return the embrace.

“How’d you get here?” Rei pulled back from him slightly, arms still wrapped around him, “When did you get here? You should have called, I would have--”

“It was all sort of short notice,” said Aedan, itching at the back of his head, he brought up the small bouquet, “I uh--Here. Figured it was appropriate, you being an actress and all.”

“Stunt,” said Rei with a smile, “And usually flowers are more of a theater actor thing.”

“Oh no, you’ve torn apart my primary excuse for bringing you flowers--however shall I cope?” said Aedan with a smile. Rei snickered and elbowed him. “You look good--I mean well. Sentai work suits you.”

Rei looked down at her costume and smiled before looking back up at him. “Really though,” she said, “What’s going on?”

“Do you have a minute?” said Aedan, “Or--a couple of days?”

Rei’s smile shrank a little, “Dad and Uncle sent you, didn’t they?” she said, pushing her hair back.

“Well--I also volunteered,” said Aedan. 

“Please tell me this isn’t what I think this is about--” Rei started.

“They think they’ve got it this time,” said Aedan. 

Rei pursed her lips before exhaling, “Look--I can’t talk like this--I--I gotta get out of this costume.”

“Of course,” said Aedan.

---

Aedan leaned against the wall next to the door of Rei’s dressing room.

“So... you don’t seem very excited by the idea of it,” said Aedan.

“It’s not that I don’t want it back, Aedan, I’m just---You have no idea how exhausting it is getting my hopes up and getting disappointed over and over again,” Rei stepped out of the dressing room in a loose olive swing dress and sneakers, shouldering her purse as she walked down the hall towards the exit of the studio, “I mean... we’ve tried everything.”

Aedan’s eyes fell on the gold-whiskered muzzle of a dragon tattoo peeking out from the back of her dress’s neckline as she walked. “I know,” he said, walking after her, “But it’s different this time--It’s not another biotic treatment, it’s not another intensive meditation with the Shambali, we’ll need to head to Japan again but---”

“Japan?! No, that’s insane--The Shimada clan’s still probably on high alert from when I was getting this,” she pointed her thumb over her shoulder.

“Which is why we need to go now---your uncle’s spy network says the remaining clan heads are at some kind of conference in Hong Kong. And where we’re going, there’s not going to be anyone.”

“You’re going too?” said Rei.

“Well,” Aedan shrugged, “Until we get that dragon back, you’re probably going to need a medic on the team, and your mum’s busy with Jack’s latest set of injuries so...” 

“And you still feel responsible for it,” said Rei.

“I--” Aedan ran a hand through his hair, “I know I want to help you get it back.” Rei kept a steady look at him and he cleared his throat, “Plus it’s a softball mission, really. At the very least, if nothing happens, you get a few days camping out in Shirakami-Sanchi.” 

“You hate camping,” said Rei, folding her arms and smiling.

“Hey! I can be outdoorsy!” said Aedan.

Rei burst out laughing and managed to catch herself, “Sorry... I--yeah, we’re wrapping up on the season. I can probably get a few days off from Glitchbot. So where’d Dad and Uncle park the Orca?”

“Somewhere embarrassing, obviously,” said Aedan.

---

“Beautiful, isn’t she?”

Andrea’s fist collided with the training drone as another drone was knocked back by a shot from her burst rifle. Training drone parts were strewn all about the floor around her. Two more crumbled to pieces from the forces of her attacks. Reaper watched her from the observation level as several more training bots and a Talon assassin rushed her. The Talon assassin leapt at her, wristblades streaking scarlet through the air, but Andrea brought up her rifle in a block, stopping the blades, before wrenching the rifle out from underneath the blades and smacking the assassin hard in the face with the butt of the rifle. He saw Jack in the blue of her eyes and the bridge of her nose, in the way her jaw tightened.

Beautiful, isn’t she?

You’re goddamn beautiful, Reyes, He remembered the Omnic Crisis, the air heavy and damp and Jack’s forehead against his own, coming away bloody from the newly carved gashes on his own face.

“Gabriel?” that clear voice cut through the memory and he was present again. Andrea still tossing training bots around like they were little more than toys. 

“What?” said Reaper.

“I said, ‘Beautiful, isn’t she?’” said Moira, looking back out at Andrea. 

“Mm,” Reaper gave a grunt of noncommittal agreement, “So... I take it the council’s not budging on their decision.”

“I questioned the decision,” said Moira, “Provided some alternatives, but they’re sticking with it. Faustine made her offer and he had his chance, I suppose.”

“I’m sorry,” said Reaper.

Moira bit the inside of her lip and looked down. “Her first mission without you as a controller,” she said, her voice somewhat strained, “You must be so proud.”

“I think the council is sending me a message with this mission,” said Reaper, “’Hey in case you were thinking of leaving, we have nanite-tracking tech now and a nanite-and-SEP-Serum enhanced weird...daughter clone of you.’” 

“Which is ridiculous because you’re not thinking of leaving,” said Moira, “But thank you for, once again, making the loss of my son all about you.”

Reaper glanced off. What could he say? ‘There’s a chance he could live--he’s smart, Overwatch will protect him. Talon could fail,’ there was no comfort he could give her when any comfort hinged on a failure of Talon’s mission. 

“The tech’s still only a prototype,” he said.

“It will work,” her voice was hollow.

Reaper glanced down. “I told you kids make everything messier,” he muttered.

#Reidan #follow for more gency kid facts #moiraspawn

[ksykesisdead]

Why Not?

Fuck it, I’m bored. Let’s bring it back to the old Myspace Bulletin Survey days and fill this shit out!

When was the last time you ate something containing chocolate? Just a few days ago... Delicious gourmet chocolates!

Are you more likely to listen to your friends’ advice, or your parents’? I don’t really listen to anyone’s advice, to be honest... So, neither?

If someone asks for your honest opinion, do you give it? Yes... Although I do tend to sugar coat things to avoid hurting peoples’ feelings. Yeah, I’m one of those... Sorry. Hah. But also... If I let my emotions get the best of me I can be extremely hurtful. I feel like there’s almost no in between.

What do you think of being “brutally honest”? Hmmm, I can definitely be brutally honest at times despite my statement above. It honestly depends how passionate I am, if I’m angry or upset, blah, blah, blah. But like I said, I try to deliver things in a way that isn’t too hurtful. I know how words can effect people deeply, and I always keep that in mind... I’m good at being a fucking dick though when I’m not handling my emotions well. I tend to tell people that they’re wasting my time. >.<

When was the last time you felt uninformed or out of the loop? In relation to current events and whatnot, it’s a constant thing.

When in a car, where do you like to sit? Shotgun biitchhhhhhh.

Have you ever fought with a good friend over something completely stupid? Oh, I’m sure. 

How did the two of you get past it [ if you did ] ? Fuck me, I feel lame for saying this, but “TIME HEALS ALL WOUNDS” lmao (they may leave scars and shit,  but they heal eventually).

Would you ever visit a third-world country? I have, and I would like go back someday.

You’re planning a camping trip; what do you take with you? It depends on the circumstances of the campsite... But generally, the bare minimum.

Who do you take with you? THE BODEINE BOYZ and others!

Have you ever been lost in an unfamiliar setting? Yes! Many times... lol

Are you the type that’s too ashamed to ask for or use directions? Noooooo. 

You overhear two people gossiping about you; what do you do? I usually confront people in those kinds of situations.

You receive a letter from a secret admirer; what do you do? Fucking read it lol

When was the last time that your parents were disappointed in you? Fuck, I don’t know. 

When was the last time that you disappointed a friend? Probably earlier this week or even today. Or well, I don’t consider them a friend actually... So, I don’t know. :o

When you watch the news, how does it effect your mood? Well you see, I don’t watch the news.

When was the last time you felt that you had too much on your plate? It has been quite a while.

Do you ever have anxiety attacks? I get riddled with anxiety quite often, but I don’t believe myself to have ever experienced an actual anxiety attack.

Have you ever felt manipulated? Eh, somewhat. When I sense that somebody is trying to be manipulative, I either confront them or distance myself.

Are you on a diet? Nooooo.

What do you think of young children that already have body image issues? It’s really sad... It truly concerns me because I have been there, therefore I know how detrimental it can be to somebody’s mental well being. It isn’t all derived from vanity.

If you were homeless, how would you cope? I would like to believe that I would cope by getting my fucking shit together and turning the situation around.

Have you ever done something just to fit in? Yes I have. Guess what? More often than not, it just made me feel even more out of place and awkward.

When was the last time you tried to impress someone, for whatever reason? Very recently at a job interview.

If the world ends in 2012, what do you want to get done before that date? How old is this shit? lol it’s 2018!

Are there any family traditions that have changed since your childhood? We never really had any family traditions to begin with.

Would you rather have your friends or your family? Family... But I do love my friends and they mean the world to me.

What is one thing that you find annoying about the opposite sex? Well the things that annoy me don’t pertain to just males... BUT (lol), most of my male friends are those who blatantly check out females in a... gross (for lack of a better term) manner. It’s just a personal thing... I dislike getting checked out by dudes in general sooooo...

What is one thing you find annoying about your own sex? Again, it doesn’t pertain to all females... HOWEVER, I’ve witnessed many females who try to bring each other down. Like come on now, fucking empower one another for fuck’s sake. I just wanna see more females who are accepting and willing to empower one another.

What is your favorite thing about the opposite sex? I fucking love males man. Everything, really. lol

When was the last time you deleted a Myspace friend? What’s Myspace? lol

Does it get on your nerves when people constantly ask for picture comments? Again, how old is this shit? Haha.

You get a request from someone with 3423 friends; do you add him/her? Yeah, to see if anything comes out from it. You never know.

Have you ever taken a personality test? Yesssss. INFJ mother fuckers!

Have you ever taken an online IQ test? What was the result? I don’t think so.

Have you been to the library in your city any time recently? No. I should go some time soon, though.. I was thinking about the library the other day. 

What’s your opinion on religion in schools? I don’t have much of an opinion, honestly. 

Do you think that the world could function in a state of anarchy? Not so much. Haha.

How well do you know your U.S. [ or your country’s ] history? Not very well at all. I have forgotten most of what I had learned.

Would you ever wish to move to another country? Hmmm. Maybe some day in the far future.

Have you ever thought that “the grass is greener on the other side”? Not in those words lol.

What is something that you do that others might consider “nerdy”? I really don’t know. 

Name one unhealthy habit that you have? I smoke cancer sticks every here and there.

You see your best friend chatting with your ex; how do you react? I don’t have a best friend lol either way, I don’t think I’d care much at all.

Have you ever had anything expensive stolen from you? Plenty of times. Fuck you, thieves!

Do you understand / notice when someone’s using sarcasm? Usually, yeah. lol

When was the last time you were fooled? It has been a while.

What First Impression do you hope you make with other people? Hmmm. Uhhh, that I am personable, open minded, and relateable.

Have you ever thought about how you make other people feel / think? Uhhh, to a fault I’d say lol. I am very much aware... VERY much aware.

What is your stance on getting revenge? I am definitely not one that seeks revenge. I think that it generates more negative energy, and fuck idk. I view it as a sign of immaturity. Justice and revenge are derived from different seeds, if you ask me. I can write a whole entry about my stance on revenge.

What is the purpose of hatred? Ugh, I don’t think that I can say that there is a purpose. I think it’s just something we harbor when we are not able to process things in a healthy way... Something that’s fed by many things such as jealousy, a closed mind, insecurities, etc. Some people just handle things differently.

How do you decide whether to accept or not accept a friend request? I usually view their profile to see if we have any mutual friends or interests.

Do huge pictures and un-readable fonts [ on profiles ] bother you? The fuck. No? lol

It’s the first day of school; what do you wear? My go to outfit!! My Buttertones tee, black high waisted jeans, and my ankle booties!

Do you pick out your clothing far in advance? Noooooo. I only do that if I feel like I’m going to a special place or event.

If someone has no fashion sense, what do you think of him/her? It doesn’t phase me much at all. I don’t care.

If you judge, how can you expect to not be judged in return? I always expect to be judged. :p

Any wise/truthful/witty quotes that you live by? Since middle school I’ve always followed the quote, “there are no regrets in life, just lessons.”

Favorite comeback? I suck at those lol.

#survey #questionaire #myspace

[oldguardaudio]

Joan Swirsky -> The Bad Boy Brett Baloney

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Joan Swirsky Paintings http://www.joanswirsky.com/art.htm

By Joan Swirsky —— Bio and Archives—September 17, 2018

Joan Swirsky —— Bio and Archives—September 17, 2018

Judge Brett Kavanaugh has always been in the crosshairs of the left, ever since he played a major role in urging the impeachment of their icon of moral rectitude, President Bill Clinton, and also led the investigation into the alleged suicide (or fishy murder) of Vince Foster, Clinton’s Deputy White House Counsel and close friend of Ms. Hillary.

No doubt red flags were raised by the powers-that-be in the Democratic Party when Kavanaugh was confirmed for the Court of Appeals in 2006 as a potential candidate for the Supreme Court––especially because an analysis covering the period 2003–2018 found that in every area of policy he had the most or second-most conservative voting record on the D.C. Court.

Kavanaugh has been vetted 6 times

It didn’t help that Kavanaugh was given thorough and extensive and exhaustive colonoscopies––I mean vetting––by the F.B.I., not once or twice or three times, but six times!

Yet somehow, this microscopically intrusive process failed to uncover the mortal sin––or was it simply typical teenage rambunctiousness?––that the archeologists of the left just uncovered. Specifically, that a drunken 17-year-old Brett Kavanaugh, and his equally drunken friend, got a hold of the cold-sober and very proper teenager Christine Blasey, who went where with the boys? To the porch? the den? the kitchen? the backyard? Noooooo––to the bedroom! Clearly to talk about college applications!

Then, according to Ms. Recovered Memory, Mr. Drunk misinterpreted her none-too-subtle behavior and lay down alongside her or on top of her on the bed and––gasp––touched her!

Now how on earth could a smart kid like Brett Kavanaugh have been so amazingly clueless that he thought a girl who went into a bedroom could have anything in mind except taking a rest? Kinda like saying that the person who opens the refrigerator isn’t hungry or thirsty!

As they say in the Bronx––gimme a break!

Consider the Source

Of course, the foregoing scenario depends on how credible you consider the now-51-year-old professor of psychology, Christine Blasey Ford, or the woman who brought this sordid story to light, Senator Dianne Feinstein (D-CA).

Yes, that Dianne Feinstein, the woman whose husband, real estate mogul Richard Blum, obtained an exclusive contract with the U.S. government in 2015––while she was a U.S. Senator––and earned as much as $1 billion dollars selling 56 U.S. Postal Service buildings across the country.

According to journalist Steven Rosenfeld, “Feinstein dismissed the conflict-of-interest allegations at the time, which were followed by numerous investigative reports criticizing the deal, [but] even if Feinstein’s word is true—that she never lobbied or intervened with the USPS on behalf of her husband—the political world in Washington is like a village where longtime players know everyone else, and favors are implicitly given and taken without explicit approval.”

Swamp, anyone?

And last month, according to Breitbart.com, there are numerous reports that an alleged Chinese spy reportedly infiltrated Sen. Feinstein’s office by posing as her driver for 20 years. “Five years ago,” Politico reported,” the FBI told Feinstein—who served as chairwoman of the Senate Intelligence Committee—that her staffer was a spy. But the FBI could not charge the man with espionage because none of what he leaked was considered to be classified information, making it difficult for the agency to prosecute him.” Uh huh.

And why did Sen. Feinstein wait until the 11th hour to produce this tabloid accusation? Because the best efforts of the Democrats to stop Judge Kavanaugh from ascending to the Supreme Court had failed thunderously and she thought she could delay the hearings until after the midterms when Democrats dream of reclaiming a majority in the U.S. Congress, thereby increasing their power to obstruct the president’s agenda.

Pants on Fire?

Prof. Blasey Ford reported the incident to her therapist (who took notes) in 2012, about 36 years after she said it happened. As reported by WorldNetDaily.com, she wasn’t quite sure of the location, or for that matter the year, but she was quite sure that she tried to scream and he put his hand over her mouth, which led her to believe that “he might inadvertently kill me.” She said that his friend Mark Judge intervened and saved the day….or night.

But Mark Judge, an author and journalist, has thoroughly refuted this description: “It’s just absolutely nuts,” he said, and, according to The New York Times, he said the incident never happened.

In fact, the therapist’s notes never mention the name Kavanaugh at all! Duh.

But what about the polygraph test she passed last month––the one administered by an FBI agent? Was that agent, perchance, connected to any of the FBI agents who are now being accused of plotting to overthrow the Trump presidency––the likes of Rod Rosenstein, Peter Strzok, Lisa Page, Andrew McCabe, on and on and on?

If there is such a connection, why would anyone trust the results of such a test? Besides, it is well known that sociopaths and pathological liars have an easy time passing lie detector tests. Does Professor Blasey Ford––a Democrat partisan and Hillary fan––fit into either category? We don’t know because, unlike Judge Kavanaugh, she has never been vetted.

Recovered-memory poseurs

Or is Professor Blasey Ford more like the women who lawyer Gloria Allred rounds up for her victims-on-parade showcases? The kind of women who brag of longtime marriages, raising children, coping with adversity (including breast cancer), pursuing successful careers, but then produce tears on cue, speak with oh-so-poignant catches in their voices, and claim that 10 or 20 or 30 years ago they couldn’t quite muster a voice of resistance or a flat refusal or a slap in the face to an overly-aggressive amorous pursuer.

We don’t know, but we certainly can’t rule out that possibility.

And then there are the recovered-memory poseurs who journalist Dorothy Rabinowitz brilliantly exposed in Harper’s Magazine and The Wall St. Journal. Her exposés of the dubious––indeed, malevolent––sexual-abuse charges filed against the operators of daycare centers and other individuals, notably the Amirault family in Massachusetts and those in Washington State, not only freed the wrongly accused from lengthy prison sentences, but earned her a 1996 Pulitzer nomination, formed half of the articles cited for her 2001 Pulitzer Prize win, and were the basis of her book, No Crueler Tyrannies: Accusation, False Witness, and Other Terrors of Our Times.

Elizabeth Loftus and Katherine Ketcham have also written about the subject in The Myth of Repressed Memory: False Memories and Allegations of Sexual Abuse.

Of course, Judge Kavanaugh has “categorically and unequivocally” denied that the event ever occurred. And Senate Judiciary Committee Chairman Charles E. Grassley (R-IA) released a letter signed by 65 women who knew him in high school and praised him highly.

Yes, there are women who have legitimate grievances about abuses that occurred in their pasts. Today, however, partisan plaintiff Christine Blasey Ford is telling us how she remembers a surge of teenage testosterone––if the incident happened at all. I’m not buying what she is selling and I hope the legislators who vote on the matter agree!

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